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And lawny saints in smouldering flames did
burn : Ah! dearest Lord, forefend, thilk days should
In elbow-chair, like that of Scottish stem,
graced, (The source of children's and of courtier's
pride !) Redress'd affronts, for vile affronts there
pass'd; And warn’d them not the fretful to deride, But love each other dear, whatever them betide.
Right well she knew each temper to descry;
sways; Forewarn’d, if little bird their pranks behold, "Twill whisper in her ear, and all the scene un.
Lo now with state she utters the command ! Eftsoons the urchins to their tasks repair ; Their books of stature small they take in hand, Which with pellucid born secured are ;
To save from finger wet the letters fair :
On which thilk wight that has y-gazing been, Kens the forthcoming rod, unpleasing sight, I
Ah ! luckless he, and born beneath the beam
light! And down they drop ; appears his dainty skin, Fair as the furry-coat of whitest ermilin.
O ruthful scene! when from a nook obscure,
To her sad grief that swells in either eye,
No longer can she now her shrieks command ;
(Ah! too remote to ward the shameful blow!) She sees no kind domestic visage near,
And soon a food of tears begins to flow, And gives a loose at last to unavailing wo.
But, ah! what pen his piteous plight may
trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain ? The form uncouth of his disguised face? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous shower that does his cheek dis
tain ? When he, in abject wise, implores the dame, Ne hopeth aught of sweet reprieve to gain ;
Or when from high she levels well her aim, And, through the thatch, his cries each falling
The other tribe, aghast, with sore dismay,
share; Till fear has taught them a performance meet, And to the well-known chest the dame repair ; Whence oft with sugar'd cates she doth them
greet, And gingerbread y-rare; now, certes, doubly
See to their seats they hye with merry glee,
All but the wight of bum y-galled, he Abhorreth bench, and stool, and fourm, and
chair; (This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his
hair ;) And eke with snubs profound, and heaving
breast, Convulsions intermitting, does declare
His grievous wrong; his dame's unjust behest; And scorns her offer'd love, and shuns to be
His eye besprent with liquid crystal shines,
shall claim, If so I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.
Behind some door, in melancholy thought,
And still the more to pleasure him she's bent, The more doth he, perverse, her haviour past
But now Dan Phæbus gains the middle sky,
plore! For well may freedom erst so dearly won, Appear to British elf more gladsome than the
Enjoy, poor imps ! enjoy your sportive trade, And chase gay flies, and cull the fairest flowers; For when my bones in grass-green sods are
laid ; For never may ye taste more careless hours In knightly castles or in ladies' bowers. O vain to seek delight in earthly thing ! But most in courts where proud ambition .. towers ; Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can
spring Beneath the pompous dome of kesar or of king.