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with nose up-turn'd, he always made a show as if he smelt some nauseous scent; his eye was cold, and keen, like blast from boreal snow; and taunts he casten forth most bitterly.

Such were the twain that off drove this ungodly fry: Ev'n so through Brentford town, a town of mud, an herd of bristly swine is prick'd along;

the filthy beasts that never chew the cud, [song, still grunt, and squeak, and sing their troublous and oft they plunge themselves the mire among: but ay the ruthless driver goads them on, and ay of barking dogs the bitter throng makes them renew their unmelodious moan; ne ever find they rest from their unresting fone.

Archimage, the chief or greatest of, Nathless, nevertheless.

magicians or enchanters.

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Eath, easy.

Ne, nor.

Needments, necessaries.
Noursling, a child that is nursed.
Noyance, harm.

Prankt, coloured, adorned gayly.
Perdie (Fr. par Dieu), an old oath.
Prick'd through the forest, rode
through the forest.
Sear, dry, burnt up.
Sheen, bright, shining.
Sicker, sure, surely.
Soot, sweet or sweetly.
Sooth, true, or truth.

Stound, misfortune, pung,

Sweltry, sultry, consuming with

heat.

Swink, to labour.

Eftsoons, immediately, often after- Smackt, favoured.

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Gear or Geer, furniture, equipage, Unkempt (Lat. incomptus), una

dress.

Glaive, sword.

Glee, joy, pleasure.

Han, have.

dorned,

Ween, to think, to be of opinion. Weet, to know; to weet, to wit. Whilom, ere-while, formerly.

Hight, named, called: and some-Wight, man.

times it is used for, is called.

Idless, Idleness.

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Wis for Wist, to know, think, understand.

Wonne, (a noun) dwelling.
Wroke, wreakt.

N. B. The letter Y is frequently placed in the beginning of a word by Spencer, to lengthen it a syllable, and en at the end of a word, for the same reason, as withouten, casten, &c.

Yborn, born.

Yblent or blent, blended, mingled, Yclad, clad.

Ycleped, called, named.

Yfere, together.

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Yode (preter tense of yede) went.

Ymolten, milted.

TO MR. THOMSON,
on his unfinished plan of a poem called
THE CASTLE OF INDOLENCE,
in Spenser's style.

BY DR. MORELL.

As when the silk-worm, erst the tender care of Syrian maidens, 'gins for to unfold from his sleek sides, that now much sleeker are the glossy treasure, and soft threads of gold; in various turns, and many a winding fold, he spins his web, and as he spins decays; till, within circles infinite enroll'd,

he rests supine, imprison'd in the maze,

the which himself did make, the gathering of his days.

So thou, they say, from thy prolific brain, a castle, hight of indolence, didst raise; where listless sprites, withouten care or pain, in idle pleasaunce spend their jocound days, nor heed rewardful toil, nor seeken praise. Thither thou didst repair in luckless hour; and lulled with thine own enchanting lays, didst lie adown entranced in the bower, [pawer. the which thyself didst make, the gathering of thy

But Venus, suffering not her favourite worm
for ay to sleepen in his silky tomb,
instructs him to throw off his pristine form,
and the gay features of a fly assume;

when, lo! eftsoons from the surrounding gloom, he vigorous breaks, forth issuing from the wound his horny beak had made, and finding room, on new pľum'd pinions flutters all around, and buzzling speaks his joy in most expressive sound,

So may the god of science and of wit,
with pitying eye ken thee his darling son;
shake from thy fatty sides the slumberous fit,
in which alas! thou art so woe begon!
or with his pointed arrows goad thee on;
till thou refeelest life in all thy veins;
and, on the wings of resolution,

like thine own hero dight, fliest o'er the plains, chaunting his peerless praise in never-dying strains.

SONG.

WRITTEN IN HIS EARLY YEARS AND AFTERWARDS SHAPED

FOR HIS AMANDA.

From a MS. in the collection of the Earl of Buchan.

For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
an unrelenting foe to love;

and when we meet a mutual heart,
come in between and bid us part;
bid us sigh on from day to day
and wish and wish the soul away;
till youth and genial years are flown,
and all the life of life is gone?
But busy busy still art thou,
to bind the loveless joyless vow,
the heart from pleasure to delude,
and join the gentle to the rude*;
for pomp, and noise, and senseless show,
to make us nature's joys forego,
beneath a gay dominion groan,
and put the golden fetter on!

For once O Fortune! hear my prayer,

and I absolve thy future care:

*all other blessings I resign,

make but the dear Amanda mine!

The original of this also, as prepared for his mistress, was in Lord Bu

chan's possession.

EPITAPH ON MISS STANLEY

IN HOLYROOD CHURCH, SOUTHAMPTON.

E. S.

Once a lively image of human nature,
such as God made it

when he pronounced every work of his to be good.
To the memory of Elizabeth Stanley,
daughter of George and Sarah Stanley;
who, to all the beauty, modesty,
and gentleness of nature,

that ever adorn'd the most amiable woman,
joined all the fortitude, elevation,
and vigour of mind,

that ever exalted the most heroical man; who having lived the pride and delight of her parents, the joy, the consolation, and pattern of her friends, a mistress not only of the English and French, but in a high degree of the Greek and Roman learning,

without vanity or pedantry,

at the age of eighteen,

after a tedious, painful, desperate illness,
which with a Roman spirit,

and a christian resignation,

she endured so calmly, that she seemed insensible to all pain and suffering, except that of her friends, gave up her innocent soul to her Creator, and left to her mother, who erected this monument, the memory of her virtues for her greatest support; virtues which, in her sex and station of life, were all that could be practised,

and more than will be believed,

except by those who know what this inscription re lates.

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