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Though justice ever mult prevail,
V banks they are furnish'd with bees.
Whole nurmur invites one to sleep;
And my hills are white over with sheep.
I seldom have met with a loss,
Such health do my fountains below;
Where the hare-bells and violets grow.
Not a pine in my grove is there seen, * Arbufta humilesque myricæ.” VIR's.
But with tendrils of woodbine is bound:
Not a beech's more beautiful green,
But a fiveet-briar entwines it around,
Not my fields in the prime of the year,
Nore charms than my cattle unfold ;
Not a brook that is limpid and clear,
But it glitters with fishes of golu. Oh! call the poor wanderers home.
One would think she might like to retire Allow me to muse and to sigh,
To the bower I have labour'd to rear ; Nor talk of the change that ye find;
Not a shrub inut I heard her admire, None once was so watchful I;
But I hafted and planted it there. I have left my dear Phillis behind.
o how sudden the jessamine strove
With the lilac to render it gay!
Already it calls for my love,
To prune the wild branches away. I And to leave her we love and admire.
From the plains, from the woodlands and groves, Ah, lead forth my flock in the morn,
What strains of wild melody flow ! And the damps of each evening repel;
How the nightingales warble their loves Alas! I am faint and forlorn :
From thickets of roses that blow ! -I have bade my dear Phillis farewel.
And when her bright furm fhail appear,
Fach bird shall harmoniously join Since Phillis vouchsaf'd me a look,
in a concert so fost and so clear, I never once dreamt of my vine: May, I loose both my pipe and my crook,
As—the may not be fond to resign. If I knew of a kid that was mine.
I have found out a gift for my fair ; I priz'd every hour that went by,
I have found where the wood-pigeons breed : Beyond all that had pleas'd me before; But let 'me that plunder forbear, But now they are past, and I figh;
She will say 'twas a barbarous deed. And I grieve that I priz'd' theni no more. For he ne'er could be true, the aver'd,
Who could rob a poor bird of its young ; But why do I languish in vain';
And I lov'd her the more whe, I heard
Such tenderness fall from her tongue...
I have heard her with sweetness unfold
How that pity was due to--a dove : The pride of the valley, is flown
That it ever attended the bold; Alas! where with her I have itray'd,
And she cali'd it the after of love. I could wander with pleasure, alone.
But her words such a pleasure convey,
So much I her accents adore,
Let her speak, and whatever he say,
Methinks I fould love her the more. Yet 'I thought-but it might not be fooi
'Twas with pain that she saw me depart. Can a bolom so gentle remain She gaz'd, as I flowly withdrew ;
Uninov'd, when her Corydon sighs ! M, path I could hardly discern;
Will a nymph that is fond of the plai!!, So sweetly the bid me adieu,
These pains and this vailey despiíc? I thought that she bade me return,
Dear regions of silence and shade!
Soft scenes of contentment and ease !
Where I could have pleasingly firay'd,
If aught, in her absence, couid please. 13 happy, nor heard to repine,
But where does my Phyllida stray ? Thus widely remov'd from the fair,
And where are her grots and her bowers? Where my vows, my devotion, Towe,
Are the groves and the valleys as gay, Soft hope is the relique 1 bear,
And the thepherds as geatic as ours ? And my solace wherover ) go.
The groves may perhaps be 23 fair,
And the face of the valleys as fine; The swains may in manners compare,
But their love is not equal to mine.
The language that flows from the heart,
Isa stranger to Paridel's tongue; -- Yet may she beware of his art,
Or sure I must envy the song.
Why term it a folly to grieve?
She is fairer than you can believe. With her mien she enamours the brave;
With her wit she engages the free ; With her modesty pleases the grave;
She is every way pleasing to me. O you
that have been of her train, Come and join in my amorous lays ; I could lay down my life for the swain,
That will ling but a song in her praise. When he sings, mạy the nymphs of the towo
Come trooping, and liften the while; Nay on him let not Phyllida frown;
But I cannot allow her to smile. For when Paridel tries in the dance
Any favour with Phyllis to find, O how, with one trivial glance,
Might she ruin the peace of my mind ! In ringlets he dresses his hair,
And his crook is bestudded around; Aod his pipe-oh my Phyllis beware
Of a magic there is in the found. "Tis his with mock passion to glow,
"Tis his in smooth tales to unfold, " How her face is as bright as the (now,
And her bosom, be sure, is as cold. How the nightingales labour the strain,
With the notes of his charmer to vie ; How they vary their accents in vain,
Repine at her triumphs, and dic.”
And pillages every sweet ;
He throws it at Phyllis's feet.
More sweet than the jessamine's flower ! What are pinks in a morn, to compare?
What is eglantine, after a shower ? Then the lily no longer is white ;
Then the rose is deprivid of its bloom; Then the violets die with despight,
And the wood-bines give up their perfume,” Thus glide the soft numbers along,
And he fancies no shepherd his peer ; -Yet I never should envy the song,
Were not Phyllis to lend it an ear.
So Phyllis the trophy despise :
So they fine not in Phyllis's eyes.
E Mepherds, give ear to my lay,
And take no more heed of my sheep: They have nothing to do but to stray;
I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do not my folly reprove;
She was fair—and my pallion begun i She (mil'd-aud I could not but love;
She is faithless--and I am undone. Perhaps I was void of all thought :
Perhaps it was plain to foresee, That a nymph so complete would be fought
By a swain more engaging than me.
It banishes wisdom the while;
Seems for ever adornd with a smile.
Yc that witness the woes I endure; Let reasou instruct you to shun
What it cannot instruct you to cure. Beware how you'loiter in vain
A mid nymphs of an higher degrec; It is not for me to explain
How fair, and how fickle, they be. Alas' from the day that we met,
What i ope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget
The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain :
The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain,
In time may have confort for me. The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose,
The sound of a muiniuring stream, The peace which from folitude flows,
Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme. High transports arc shewn to the fight;
But we are not to fiud them our own ; Fate never bestow'd such delight,
As I with my Phyllis had known,
To your deepest recefles I fly;
I would vanish from every eye.
With the same fad complaint it begun; How she smild, and I could not but love;
Was faithless, and I am undone !
WIT, by learning well refin's,
“ Nec tantum Veneris, quantum ftudiofa culinæ."
IGHT's fable clouds had half the world o'er.
And silence reign'd, and folks were gone to bed :
When love, which gentle sleep can ne'er inspire,
Had seated Damon by the kitchen fire.
Pensive he lay, extended on the ground;
The little lares kept their vigils round;
The fawning cats compassionate his case,
And pur around, and gently lick his face :
To all his'plaints the sleeping curs reply,
And with hoarse snorings imitate a sigh.
Such g'oomy scenes with lovers' minds agree,
Ind Colitude to them is best society.
Could I (he cried) express, how bright a grace
Adorns thy morning hands, and well-wash'd face;
Thou wouldst, Colemira, grant what liv.plore,
Ah! who can see, and seeing not admire,
Her hands out-shine the fire, and redder things ;
Her eyes are blacker than the pots the brings.
But sure no chamber-damsel can compare,
buried in marriage to a person unde- When warm’d with dinner’s toil, in pearly rills,
Adown her goodly cheek the sweat distills.
Oh ! how I long, how ardently desire,
To view those rosy fingers strike the lyre !
For late, when bees to change their climes began,
How did I see them thrum the fryiug-pan !
With her! I hould not envy George his queen,
Though the in royal grandeur deck'd be seen : And languishing conditions ;
While rags, just sever'd from my fair one's gown,
In russet pomp and greasy pride hang down.
Ah ! now it does my drooping heart rejoice,
When in the hat I hear thy mellow voice!
How would that voice exceed the village bell;
Would that but sing," I like thee palling well !' Full gladly pays four parts in eight
When from the hearth she bade the pointers go,
How soft ! how easy did her accents flow!
“Get-out, she cry'd, when strangers come to fup, For loat Dips not requiting :
“ One ne'er can raise these snoring devils up." This bears our noble king io fhun
Then, full of wrath, the kick'd each lazy 1 he loss of blood-in fighting !
Alas! I envy'd even that salute ;
'Twas sure misplacid-Shock faid, or fee' a'd to Such to avoid, he takes a wife
He had as lief, I had the kick, as they.
He took a page
If the the mystic bellows take in hand, His breakfast half the morning,
And when the bell rung
His dinner scarce was ended !
He spar'd not ev'n heroics, With full-blown checks the ends the doubtful On which we poets pride us ; ftrife,
And wou'd make no more
Than all the world beside woes.
In books of geo-graphy,
He made the maps to flutter ;
Was to him a dish of tea;
And a kingdom, bread and butter.
To check its rage,
Of logic--to compose him.com
And, such was the gin,
He could not, I think, get out on't. Or mind, how burns my raging breast,-a but
With cheese, not books, 'twas baited, tonPerhaps art dreaming of~a breast of mutton.
The fact I'll not belye it
Since none--I'll tell you thatThus faid, and wept the sad desponding swain, Whcther scholar or rat Revealing to the sable walls his pain :
Mind books, when he has other diet. But nymphs are free with those they should de- But more of trap and loait, Sir, ny;
Why should I siny, or either?
Since the rat, whe knew the flight,
And dragg'd them away together :
Both trap and bait were vanish'd,
Which, though so trini
Had then--a dozen or more in.
Then answer this, ye sages !
Nor deem a man to wrong ye,
Than many a scull among ye?
Dan Prior's mice, I own it,
Were vermin of condition ;
But this rat who merely learn'd Were play d by a rat,
What rats alone concern'd, As-tempt one to be witty.
Was the greater politiciani. All in a College study,
That England 's topsy-turvy, Where broks were in great plenty;
Is clear from these mishaps, Sir; This rat would devour
Since traps we may determine, More sense in an hour,
will no longer take our vermin, Than I cou'd write-in twenty.
But vermin † take our traps, Sir.
Let Corporeal food, 'tis granted,
Serves vermin less refin’d, Sir; But this, a rat of tafte,
By Blackmore, All other rats surpassid ; And he prey'd on the food of the mind, Sir; of Written at the time of the Spanish depreda
A Ballad, 1737
Let sophs, by rats infested,
Then trust in cats to catch 'em ; Let they grow as learn'd as we, lo our studies ; where, d'ye sce,
No morial fits to watch 'em.
Good luck bet:de our cats, Sir;
And the other destroy our rats, Sir.
A friend, who, weigh'd with your's, mult prize
Domitian's idle paflion;
But ne'er their propagation.
Nor thus your hearts determine,
And figh for nature's vei min.
Nor more as triflers creat 'em :
Than cherish moths, that eat 'em.
On certain PASTORALS.
The weary audience vow,
The Extent of COOKERY., 'Tir not th' Arcadian Swains that fings, But 'tis his herds that low.
“ Aliusque et idem.” HEN Tom to Cambridge first was sent,
A plain brown bob he wore ;
Read much, and look'a as though he meant
His resolution Alag;
He cherithes a length of hair,
And tucks it in a bag.
But gets into the house,
And loop a judge's rank rewards.
His pliant votes and bows.
Adieu, ye bobs! ye bags, give place ! Who deem those grubs beyond compare,
Full otcoms come ihead ! Which common sense despises.
Good Lord : to see the various ways
Oi urefling-a calve's head ? Whether o'er bill, morass, or mound,
You make your sportsman fallies Or that your prey in gardens found Is urg'd through walks and alleys.
The Progress of ADVICE.
A common Cafe.
“ Suaile, non certum eft."
AYS Richard to Thomas (and seem'd half a ?
iraid) Pursued the glittering stranger ;
· I am thinking to marry thy mistress's maid: Still ey'd the purple's plealing itain,
Now, because Mirs. Lucy to thee is wull known,' And knew not fear nor danger.
| wiil du ta thou bid'at mu, or let it ujonc. 'Tis you dispense the favourite meat
Nay don't make a jeit on t; 'tis no jeit to me ; To nature's filmy people ;
for 'faith I'm in carnett, 10 pr’ythce be free. Kuow what conferves they chuse to eat,
I have no fau.t to find with the giri fiuce i know And what liqueurs to tipple.
her, And if her brood of insects dies,
But I'd have thy advice, ere I tye myself to her.” You fage asistance lend her;
Said Thomas to Richard, to speak iny opinion, Can stoop to pimp for amorous flies,
there is not iuch a bitch in king George's doiniAnd help them to engender. 'Tis you protect their pregnant hour ;
And I armiy believe, if thou knew it her as I do, and when the birth 's at hand,
Thou woulult chuíe out a whipping-poit, firit to Exerring your obstretic power,
De ty'd co. Prevenc a mo hlefs land.
She's per vish, the thievith, she's ugly, she's old, Yet oh howe'er your towering view
Anu a iur, and a fooi, and a ilut, and a scold.” Above gross objects rises,
Next day Richard haltend to church and was wed, Whate'er refinements you pursue,
And ere night nad inform'u her whát Thomas Hear, what a friend adviles :
had iaid. * Famous for a coarse woollen manufacure,