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if thou forget'ft, I wot, I can repeat,
When Sparabella, pensive and forlorn, My memory can tell the verse fo Tweet:
Alike with yearning love and labour worn, “ As this is gravid upon this knife of thine, Lean'd on her rake, and Itrait with doleful guise “ So is thy image on this heart of mine." 100 Did this sad plaint in mournful notes devise. Bot woe is me! Tuch presents luckless prove, Come night as dark as pitch, surround my head, For knives, they tell me, always sever love.
From Sparabella Bumkinet is fled;
Ah, well-a-day! I'm fhent with baneful smart, 1
For with the ribbon he beftow'd his heart,
“ My plaint, ye laffes, with this burthen aid, 35 THE DUMPS*.
« 'T'is hard so true a damsel dies a maid.” SPARABELLA.
Shall heavy Clumsilis with me compare ? 'HE wailings of a maiden 1 recite,
View this, ye lovers, and like me despair.
Her blubber'd lip by smutty pipes is worn,
And in her breath tobacco whiffs are borne!
40 Nor the gay goldfinch chaunts so sweet a note. The cleanly cheese-press she could never turn, No mag-pye chatter'd, nor the painted jay, 5
Her aukward fist did ne'er employ the churn; No ox was heard to low, nor ass to bray;
If e'er she brew'd, the drink would straight grow No rustling breezes play'd the leaves among,
four, While thus her miadrigal the damsel sung.
Before it ever felt the thunder's
power: A while, O D'Urfey, lend an ear or twain, No huswifry the dowdy creature knew; 45 Nor, though in hemely guife, my verse disdain ; 10 To fum up all, her tongue confess’d the fhrew. Whether chou feck'st new kingdoms in the fun, “ My plaint, ye lasses, with this burchen aid, Whether thy Muse does at Newmarket run, « 'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid." Or does with goslips at a feast regale,
I've often feen ny visage in yun lake, And heighten her conceits with lack and ale, Nor are my features of the homeliest make : 50 Or elle at wakes with Joan and Hodge rejoice, 15 Though Clumfilis may boast a whiter dye, Where D'Urfey's lyricks swell in every voice;
Yet the black sloe turns in my rolling eye; Yet suffer me, thou bard of wondrous meed, And faireft bloffoms drop with every blast, Amid thy bays to weave this rural weed.
But the brown beauty will like hollies laft, Now the sun drove adown the western road, Her wan complexion's like the wither'd leek,
55 And oxen laid at rest forgot the goad,
20 While Katherine pears adorn my ruddy cheek. The clown fatigued trudg'd homeward with his Yet she, alas ! the witless lout hath won, spade,
And by her gain poor Sparabell's undone! Across the meadows stretch'd the lengthen'd shade; Let hares and hounds in coupling straps unite,
The clucking hen make friendship with the kite; 60 * Dumps, or dumbs, made use of to express a Let the fox simply wear the nuptial noose, fit of the fullens. Some have pretended that it is and join in wedlock with the waddling goose; derived from Dumops, a king of Egypt, that built For love hath brought a stranger thing to pass, a pyramid, and died of melancholy. so mopes after The fairest shepherd weds the fouleft lafi. the same manner is thought to have come from Me- “ My plaint, ye laffes, with this burthen aid, rops, another Egyptian king that died of the fame " 'Tis hard to true a damsel dies a maid." distemper. But our English antiquaries have conjectured that dumps, which is a grievous heaviness of “ incumbens tereci Damon fic coepit olivæ."Vir. spirits, comes from the word dumplin, the heavieit - Ver. 33. Sbent, an old word, fignifying burt os kind of pudding that is eaten in this country, much barmed. used in Norfolk, and other counties of England.
“ Mopío Nisa datur, quid non fperemus amat.“ Immonior kerbarum quos est mirata juvenca
VIRG. " Certantes, quorum ftupefacæ carmine lynces, “ Et mutata suos requiêrunt fiumina cursus.” “ Nec lum adeo informis, nuper nie in littore
Virc. " Tu mihi, feu magni superasjam saxa Timavi, “ Sive oram Illyrici legis æquoris~" Virg. “ Alba ligustra cadunt, vaccinia nigra leguntur." Ver. 11. An opera written by this author, called,
VIRG. “ The World in the Sun, or The Kingdom of Birds;" he is also famous for his song on the New- “ Jungentur jam gryphes equis; ævoque fequenti market horse-race, and several others that are sung “ Cum canibus timidi venient ad pocula danıæ." by the British swains.
VIRG. Ver. 17. Meed, ap old word for fame or renown. Ver. 67. Ver, 18.
“ Ante leves ergo pascentur in æthere cervi, " -" Hanc fine tempora circum
“ Et freta deftituent nudos in littore pisces-" Inter victrices cderam tibi ferpere lauros."? Quam noftro illiuslabatur pectore vultus." Vir
H0 B N E LI A.
Sooner shallcats difport in waters clear,
THURSDAY; And speckled mackrel graze the meadows fair :
OBNELIA, seated in á dreary valc,
In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale ; “ My plaint, ye laffes, with this burthen aid, Her piteous tale the winds in fighs bemoan, « 'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid."
And pining Echo answers groan for groan.
When Lubberkin to town his cattle drove,
ground, But I nor footman priz'd, nor golden fee; 85
“ And turn me thrice around, around, around.” For what is lace or gold compar'd to thee.?
When first the year I heard the cuckow sing, 15 “ My plaint, ye laffes, with this burthen aid, And call with welcome note the budding spring, « 'Tis hard so true a damsel dies a maid."
I straightway fet a-running with such hafte, Now plain I ken whence Love his rise begun; Deborah that won the smock scarce ran fo fast; Sure he was born some bloody buccher's son, 90 Till spent for lack of breath, quite weary grown, Bred up in shambles, wherс our younglings slain Upon a rising bank I sat adown, Erst taught him mischief, and to sport with pain. Then doff'd my shoe, and by my troth, I swear, The father only silly freep annoys,
Therein Ispy'd this yellow frizzled hair, The son the fillier Shepherdess destroys.
As like to Lubberkin's in curl and hue, Does fon or father greater mischief do? 95 As if upon his comely pate it grew. The fire is cruel, so the fon is too.
“ With my fharp heel I three times mark the “My plaint, ye lasses, with this lurthen aid,
ground, of 'Tis hard fo true a damfel dies a maid.".
“ And turn me thrice around, around, around.” Farewell, ye woods, ye meads, ye streams that At eve last Midsummer no sleep I fought, flow;
But to the field a bag of hemp-feed brought; A sudden death shall rid me of my woe. 300 (I scatter'd round the feed on every lide, This penknife keen my windpipe shall divide. And three times in a trembling accent cry'd, 30 What! shall I fall as squeaking pigs have dy'd? * This hemp-feed with my virgin hand I fow, No-To some tree this carcafe I'll suspend. " Who shall my true-love be, the crop shall now." But worrying curs find such untimely end! I straight look'd back, and, if my eyes speak truth, l'll speed me to the pond, where the high fool 105 With his keen scythe behind me came the youth. On the long plank hangs o'er the muddy pool, “ With my sharp heel I three times mark the That stool, the dread of every scolding quean;
ground, Yet, sure a lover should not dic so mean!
“ And turn me thrice around, around, around." There plac'd aloft, I'llrave and rail by fits,
Last Valentine, the day when birds of kind Though all the parish say I've lost my wits; 110 Their paramours with niutual chirpings find; And thence, if courage holds, myself I'll throw, I rearly rose, just at the break of day, And quench niy passion in the lake belowa Before the sun had chas'd the stars away;
40 " Ye laíses, cease your burthen, cease to moan, A-field I went, amid the morning dew And, hy my case forcwarn'd, go mind your own.' To milk my kine (for so should huswives do);
The fun was fet; the night came on apace, 115 Thee first I spy'd; and the first swain we see, And failing dews bcwet around the place ; In spite of fortune, fall our true-love be. The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings, See, Lubberkin, each bird his partner take ; 45 And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings; And canst thou then thy sweetheart dear forfake? The prudent maiden deems it now' too late,
“ With my sharp heel I three times mark the And till to-morrow comes defers her fate.
ground, Ver. 89. To ken. Scire. Chaucer, co ken and “ And turn me thrice around, around, around.” kende; notus A. S. cunnan. Goth. kunnan, Ger- Last May-day fair I search'd to find a snail, manis kennen. Dauis kiende. lflandis kunna. Bel. That might my secret lover's name reveal.
50 This word is of general use, but not Upon a gooseberry-push a snail I found very common, though not unknown to the vulgar. (For always snails near sweetest fruit abound). Ken for profpicere is well known and used to discover i seiz’d the vermine, whom I quickly sped, by the eye. RAY, F.R.S.
And on the earth the milk-white embers spread. “ Nunc fcio quid fit amor, &c.
Slow crawlid the snail, and, if I right can spell, ss “ Crudelis niater magis an puer improbus ille ? In the soft ashes mark'd a curious L; Inprobus ille puer, crudelis tu quoque mater."
Ver. 8. Dight, or b-light, from the Saxon word
VIRG. digltan, which signifies to set in order.
« vivite sylvæ : Ver. 21. Def and duri, contracted from the words « Præcess aerii (peculå de montis in undas
do off and do on. Delerar."
Oh, may this wondrous omen lucky prove !
As Lubberkin once slept beneath a tree, For L is found in Lubberkin and Love.
i twitch'd his dangling garter from his knee. “ With my Marp heel I three tinies nark the He wilt not when the hempen itring I drew.
Now mine I quickly dofi, ot inkle blue. “And turn me thrice around, around, around.” 60 Together fast I tye the gaiters twain ; Two hazel-nucs I threw into the flame,
And while I knit the knot reput this frain : And to each out I gave a sweetheart's name; “ Three times a true-love's knot I tye lecure, 115 This with the londest bounce me fore amaz'd, “ Firm by the knot, firm may his love endure !" That in a flame of brightest colour blaz'd.
“ With my lharp heel I three times mark the As blaz'd the nut, fo may thy paffion grow; 65 ground, For 'twas thy nut that did fo brightly
glow. " And turn me thrice around, around, around." “ With my sharp heel 1 three times mark the As I was wont, I trudg'd last market day ground,
with new-laid eggs preserv'd in hay. 120 " And turn me thrice around, around, around.” I made my market long before't was night,
As peasecods once I pluck'd, I chanc'd to see My purse grew heavy, and my basket light. One that was closely fill'd with three times three, 70 Strait to the 'pothecary shop I went, Which when I cropp'd I safely home convey'd, And in love. powder all my money spent. And o'er the door the spell in fecret laid;
Behap what will, next Sunday after prayers 125 My wheel I turn'd, and sung a ballad new, When to the ale-house Lubberkin repairs, While from the fpindle I the fleeces drew ; These golden flies into his mug I'll chrow, The latch mov'd up, when, who should first come And soon the swain with servent love shall glow. in,
75 “ With my sharp heel I three times mark the But, in his proper person, Lubberkin.
ground, I broke my yarn, furpris'd the right to see; « And turn me thrice around, around, around.” 130 Sure sign that he would break his word with me. Put hold-our Lightfoot barks, and cocks his ears, Eftsoons I join'd it with my wonted flight : O'er yonder stile see Lubberkin appears. So may again his love with mine unise! 80 He comes ! he comes ! Hobnelia's not bewray'd, “ With my sharp heel I three times mark the Nor shall the crown'd with willow die a maid. ground,
He vows, he swears, he'll give me a green gown: 135 “And turn me thrice around, around, around." Oh dear! I fall adown, adown, adown!
This Lady-Ay I take from off the grass, Whose spotted hack might scarlet red surpass,
FRIDAY. “ Fly, Lady-bird, North, South, or East, or Welt, 85 “ Fly where the man is found that I love best."
THE DIR GE*. He lcaves my hand ; see to the West he's flown,
BUMKINET, GRUBBINOL. To call my true love from the faithless town.
BUMKINET. " With my sharp heel I three times mark the
THY, Grubbinol, doft thou so wistful seem? ground, « And turn me thrice around, around, around' 90.(Tis true, yon oaks with yellow tops appear,
I pare this pippin, round and round again, And chilly blasts begin to nip the year; /
Yet ev’n this feason pleafance blithe affords,
95 Now the squeez'd press foams with our apple Than what the paring makes upon the green. Come, let us hie, and quaff a chcary bowl, [::oards. " With my sharp heel I three times mark the Let cyder new “ wash forrow from thy soul.” 10 ground,
GRUBBINOL, “And turn me thrice around, around, around.” Ah, Bumkinet ! since thou from hence wert gone, This pippin shall another trial make,
Froni these fad plains all merriment is flown ;
“ Necte tribus nodis cernos, Amarylli, colores : And Boobyclod on t'other fide is borne.
“ Necte, Amarylli, modo; et Veneris dic vincula Bur Boobyclod soon drops upon the gronnd,
VIRG. A certain token that his lovc's unfound ; While Lubberkin Iticks firmly to the last : 105 “ Has herbas, atque hæc Ponto mihi lecta venena Oh were his lips to mine but join'd so fast !
“ [pfe dedit Meris.”
VIRG. “ With my iharp heel 1 three times mark the
Ver. 127.-Ictèr xoxòr a špoor oicã Tueoc. ground, " And turn me thrice around, around, around."
Nescio quid certe eit ; & Hylax in limine latrat."
VIRGO Ver, 64.-idri Aiapide de voy
* Dirge, or Dyrge, a mournful ditty, or fong of laAid. ç aita 7.axéet, péya xarnvisasa. mentacion, over the dead ; not a contra Stion of the
Tueoc. Latin Dirige in the Popish Hymn, Dirige greifoss meos, Ver. 66.
as fome pretend. But from the Teutonic Dyrke, Luna Daphnis me malus urit, ego hanc in Daphnide." dare, to praise and extol. Whence it is pollible cheir
VIRG. Dyrke, and our Dirge was a laudatory long to cinio Ver. 93. “ Transque caput jace; ne refpexeris, memorate and applaui the doad.
Should I reveal my grief, 'would spoil thy cheer, The poultry there will seem around to land,
Nu succour meet the poultry now can find,
Which she in tows pil'd on the growing niow. And catches quaint shall make the val ring. 20 There every deale my heart by love was gain'd, Come, Grubbinol, beneath this shelter, come; There the sweet kiss my courtship has explain'd. 80 From hence we view our flocks securely roam. Ah, Blouzelind! that mow I ne'er fall fee, GRUBBINOL.
But thy memorial will revive in me. Yes, blithsome lad, a tale I mean to sing,
Lament, ye fields, and rueful symptoms show; But with my woe ihall distant vallies ring:
Henceforth let not the smelling primrose grow; The tale thall make our kidlings droop their head, 25 Let weeds, instead of butter-flowers, appear, 8s For, woe is me!-our Blouzelind is dead !
And meads, instead of daisies, hemlock bear ;
For cowslips sweet let dandelions spread;
Lament, ye swains, and o'er her grave bemoan, As the wood-pigeon cooes without his mate, And spell ye right this verse upon her stone : go So fall my doleful dirge bewail her fate.
“ Here Blouzelinda lics--Alas, alas! Of Elouzelinda fair I niean to tell,
" Weep, Mepherds--and remember flesh is grass." The peerless maid that did all maids excel.
Yet Blouzelinda's name shall tune my lay,
40 Before the drooping flock tollid forth her knell ; 100 Where'er 1 gad, I Blouzelind shall view,
The folemn death-watch click'd the hour she dy'd, Woods, dairy, barn, and mows, our passion knew. And shrilling crickets in the chimney cry'd ; When i direct my cyes to yonder wood,
The boding raven on her cottage sate, Fresh rising sorrow curdles in my blood.
And with hoarse croaking warn'd us of her fate ; Thither I've often heen the damsel's guide, 45 | The lambkin, which her wonted tendance bred, 105 When rotten sticks our fuel have supply'd ; Dropp'd on the plains that fatal instant dead; 'There ! remember how her faggots large
Swarm’d on a rotten stick the bees I spy'd, Were frequently these happy shoulders charge. Which erst i saw when Goody Dobson dy'd. Sometimes this crook drew hazel.boughs adown, How shall 1, void of tears, her death relate, And ItuF'd her apron wide with nuts so brown; se When on her darling's bed her mother fate! Or when her feecling hogs had miss’d their way, These words the dying Blouzelinda spoke, Or wallowing ʼmid.a fealt of acorns lay;
And of the dead let none the will revokc : Th' untoward creatures to the stye I drove,
“ Mother, quoth she, let not the poultry need, And whistled all the way-or told my love. And give the goose wherewith to raise her breed : If by the dairy's haich I chance to hic, 55 Be these my after's care--and every morn
IIS I shall her goodly countenance espy ;
Amid the ducklings let her scatter corn ; For there her goodly countenance I've seen, The fickly calf that's hous'd be sure to tand, Set off with kerchief starch'd and pinners clean. Feed him with milk, and from bleak colds defend. Sometimes, like wax, me rolls the butter round, Yet ere I die--sce, mother, yonder shelf, Or with the wooden lily prints the pound.
60 | There secretly I've hid my worldly pelf. Whilom I've seen her skim the clouted cream, Twenty good shillings in a rag I laid; And press from spongy curds the milky stream: Be ten the Parson's, for my sermon paid. But now, alas ! these ears Thall hear no more
“ Quale fopor feffis in gramine : quale per æstum Incipe, Mopse, prior, si quos aut Phyllidis ignes, “ Dulcis aquæ saliente sitim reitinguere rivo. « Aut Alconis habes laudes, aut jurgia Codri." “Nos tamen hæc quocunque modo cibi noftra vicisim
“ Dicemus, Daphninque tuum tollemus ad altra." Ver. 27. G!ce, Joy; from the Dutch Glooren, to
Ver. 06. An imitation of Theocritus.
Theda with Marpen'd licoh and sweating brow Of Nature's lau's his carols first begun,
And in what climates they renew their breed That Bowzybea; who could sweetly fing, (Some think to northern coasts their flight they Or with the rolin'd bow torrent tlie itring ;
tend, That Bowzybcus who, with fingers' reed, 25 Or in the moon in midnight hours afcend); Could call for warblings from the breathing Where swallows in the winter's leason keep, 65 reed;
And how the drowly bat and derrouie sleep i That bowzybeus who, with jocurd congue, How Nature does the puppy's eyelid cloie Ballads and roundelays and catches fung:
'Till the bright fun has nine times let and rose The; loudly laugh to lee the dam!el's fright, (För hurtimen by their long experience find, And in diiport furround wie drunhen wight. 30 That puppies still nine rolling funs are Ah, Bowzsbec, why vlidit th u stay to long?
70 The mugs were large, the drink was wondrous Now he goes on, and fings of fairs and hows, strong!
For still new fairs before his eyes arole. Thou should'st have left the Fair before 'twas How pedlars' Italls with glittering toys are laid, night;
The various firings of the country-inaid. But thou fatit tiping till the morning light Long filken laces hang upon the iwine, 75
Cicely, brisk maid, steps forth before the rout, 35 And tows of pins and amber bracelets shine; And kils'd with smacking lip the waring lout: How the tightlass, knives, combs, and scissars (pics, (For custom lays, * W boe'er this venture And looks on thimbles with defiring eyes, proves,
On lucreries next with tunelul note he told, For suc') akits demands a pair of gloves.”') Where silver spoons are won, and rings of By ber example Dorcas bolder grows,
80 And plays a tickling firaw within his nufe. 40 The lads and lasses trudge the street along, lle rubs his noftril, and in wonted joke
And all the fair is crowded in his song. The sneering swains with Itammering speech be-d The mountebank now treads the stage, and sells prike:
His piils, his balsams, and his ague-ipells; To you, my lads, I'll fing my carols o'er, Now o'er and o'er the nimble tuinbler springs, 85 As for the maids---Heve omething clic in store. And on the rope the venturous maiden fwings ;
No sooner 'gan be raise his tuneful song, 45 Jack Pudding in his party-colour'd jacket But lads and lases round about him throng. Tosses the glove, and jokes at every packet. Not baliad-finger plac'd above the crowd Of raree-shows he sung, and Punch's feats, Sings with a note to fhrilling sweet and loud; Of pockets pick'd in crowds, and various cheats. 90 of parish-clerk, who calls the piaim so clear, Then fad he sung
" the Children in the Like Bowzybeus ionths thi’ attentive ear. 50
(Ali, barbarous uncle, ftain 'd with infant blood!) "Seria frocul tantun capiti delaj Ja jacebant,” | And fearless at the glittering faulchion (mild;
How blackberries they pluck'd in desarts wild,
Virgo (Ah gentle birds ! if this verle lafts so long,
Your names shall live for ever in my tong.) “ Carmina, quæ vultis, cegrofiite : carmina vobis;
For“ Buxum Joan” he sung the doubtful strife, “ Huic aliud mercedis erit."
How the fly failor inade the majd a wife.
VIRG. To louder ftrains he rais'd his voice, to tell “ Nec tantum Phæbo gaudet Parnassia rupes:
W'hat woeful wars in “ Chevy-chace" befell, “ Nec tantum Rhodope mirantur & Ilmarus Orphen.”
VIRG. Ver. 51. Our fruin had poll bly read Tufer, from Foriunari ambo, fi quid mea carmina poslurit, wience he might have collected these philclo hical “ Nulla dies unquam memori vos eximet evo.” sbsoreusions :
VIRG. “ Nanque cancbat, ui mogram por inane Ver. 99: A Song in the Comedy of “ Love for cea." &.
“ Loï?," beginning " A Soldier and as Sailer, VOL. VII.