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Me, who have fill'd your empty coffers,
Ne, who'd so may better offers;
Ard is my ment thus regarded,
Cuckold, my virtue thus rewarded?
O’iis pas: sufferance-Mary-Mary,
I faint--the citron, or the clary."
The poor man, who had bought the creature
Out of pure conjugal good-nature,
Stood at this violent attack,
Like statutes made by Roubiliac :
Though form'd beyond all skill antique,
They can't their marble silence break;
They only breathe, and think, and start,
Astonish'd at their maker's art.
Quoth dag, “ Fair Grizzle, I must grant,
Your spouse a magpie cannot want :
For troth (to give the devil his due)
He keeps a rookery in you.
Don't fear I'll tarry long, sweet lady,
Where there is din enough already!
We never should agree together,
Although we'er so much of a feather;
You're fond of peace, no man can doubt it,
Who make such wondrous noise about it,
And your tongue of immortal mould
Proclaims in thunder you're no scold.
Yes, yes, you're sovereign of the tongue,
And, like the king, can do no wrong;
Justly your spouse restrains his voice,
Nor vainly answers words with noise ;
This storm, which no soul can endure,
Requires a very different cure;
For such your verjuice dispositions,
Your crabsticks are the best physicians.”
THE CITIZEN AND TIL HED LION ON BHENTPONT,
I love my friend--but love my ease,
And claim a right myself to please i
To company however prone,
At times all men would be alone,
Free from each interruption rude,
Or what is meant by solitude,
My villa lies within the bills,
So-like a theatre it fills :
To me my kind acquaintance stray,
And Sunday proves no Sabbatlı-day;
Yet many a friend and near relation
Make up a glorious congregation ;
They crowd by dozens and by dozens,
And bring me all their country-cousins.
Though cringing landlords on the road,
Who find for man and horse abode ;
Though gilded grapes to sign-post chain'd,
Invite them to be entertain'l,
And straddling cross his kilderkin,
Though jolly Bacchus calls them ini
Nuy though my landlady would trust 'em,
Pilgarliek's sure of all the customi
And his whole liouse is like a fair,
Unless he only treats with air,
What ! shall each pert half-witted wit,
That calls me Jack, or calls me Kit,
Prey on my time, or on my table?
No-but let's hasten to the fable,
The eve advanc'il, the sun declin'd,
Ball to the booby-lutch was join'd,
A vada cockney drove away, 1> ajtorate En Saturday ;
st dangutes, peg, all crowded in,
To meet 2 County house their kin.
Tirou Breztésed, to fair Twickenham's bow'rs,
The Ligteas'd grumbling alie scos'rs,
To piasis in rural sweets a day,
B: here's a Lon in the war:
The Lor, a Dost furious elf,
Hung up to represent himself,
Reddet'd with rage, and shook bis mane,
And rouro 4, and roard, and roar'd again,
WODUTOOS, though painted on a board,
He rourd, and ruar'd, and roarid, and roar'd.
* Fool! (says the majesty of beasts)
At whose expense a legion feasts;
Foe to yourself, you tbose pursue
Who're eating up your cakes and you ;
Walk in, walk in, so prudence votes,
And gire poor Ball a feed of oats,
Look to yourself, and as for Ma'am,
Coas ber to take a little dram;
Let Miss and pug with cakes be fed,
Then honest man go back to bed;
You're better, and you're cheaper there,
Where are no bangers on, to fear.
Go buy friend Newbery's new Pantheon,
And con the tale of poor Acteon,
Horn'd by Diana, and o’erpower'd,
And by the dogs he fed, devour'd.
What he receiv'd from charity,
Lewdness perhaps may give to thee;
And though your spouse my lecture scorns,
Beware his fate, beware bis horns.
“Sir," says the cit, (who made a stand, And strok'd his forehead with his hand) "By your grim gravity and grace, You greatly would become the mace. This kind advice I gladly tako, Drawer, bring the dram, and bring a cake, With good brown beer that's brisk and humming" “ A-coming, sir! a-coming, coming!" The cit than took a hearty draught, And shook his jolly sides and laughi'd. Then to the king of beunts he bow'd, And thus his gratitudo uvow'd :“Sir, for your sapient oration, I owe the greatest obligation. You stand expos'd to sun and shower, I know Jack Ellis of the Tower; By him you soon may gain renown, He'll show your highness to the towni Or, if you choose your station here, To call forth Britons to their beer, As painter of distinguishi'd note, He'll send his man to clean your coat." The lion thank'd him for his proffer, And if a vacancy should ofler, Declar'd he had too just a notion To be averse to such promotion. The citizen drove off with joy, “For London--Ball--for London---loy." Content, to bed he went his way, And is no bankrupt to this day.
Was a b Nor si
And things are come to see a pass
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Ani ve 3 gunester or burtoon
A mon porto's a lampaon.
An honest rustic, baring done
His master's work 'twixt sun and sun,
ketir'd to dress a Kttle spot
Adjoining to his homely cot,
Where pleas’d, in miniature, he found
His landlord's culinary ground,
Some herbs that feed, and some that heal,
The winter's medicine or meal.
The sage, which in his garden seen,
No man need ever die* I ween:
The marjorum comely to behold,
With thyme, and ruddiest marigold,
And mint and pennyroyal sweet,
To deck the cottage windows mcet ;
• "Cur morincur homo, cui salvia crescit in horto ?"