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III.
The snappish cur, (the passengers annoy),
Close at my heel with yelping treble flies;
The whimp'ring girl, and hoarser-screaming boy,
Join to the yelping treble shrilling cries;
The scolding quean to louder notes doth rise,
And her full pipes those shrillings cries confound;
To her full pipes the grunting hog replies; 25
The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round,
And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep base
are drown'd.

IV.
Hard by a sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days
Baflets of fith at Billingsgate did watch, 30
Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice:
There learn'd she speech from tongues

cease.
Slander beside her, like a magpye, chatters,
With Envy, ([pitting cat), dread foe to peace;
Like a curs'd cur, Malice before her clatters, 35
And vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to

that never

tatters.

V.
Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry collier's hand,
Her mouth was black as bull-dogs at the Itall :
She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace ne band,
And bitch and rogue her answer was to all; 40
Nay, e'en the parts of shamre by name would call:
Yea, when the passed by or lane or nook,
Would

greet the man who turn'd him to the wall,
And by his hand obscene the porter took,
Nor ever did alkance like modest virgin look. 45

VI. Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Woolwich and Wapping, smelling strong of pitch; Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown, And Twick’nam fuch, which fairer scene's enrich, Grots, ftatues, urns, and Jo----n's Dog and Bitch, Ne village is without, on either side, SI

the silver Thames, or all adown; Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd Vales, fpires, meand'ring streams, and Windsor's

tow'ry pride.

All up

III.

WALLER.

of a Lady singing to her LUTE.

FAIR charmer, ceafe, nor make your voicoʻs

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prize A heart refign'd, the conquest of your eyes: Well might, alas! that threaten’d vessel fail, Which winds and lightning both at once assail. We were too bless’d with these inchanting laye, 5 Which must be heav'nly when an angel plays: But killing charms your lover's death contrive, Leit heav'nly music should be heard alive. Orpheus could charm the trees; but thus a tree, Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he: A poet made the filent wood pursue,

II This vocal wood had drawn the poet too,

ON

ON A FAN OF THE AUTHOR's Design, in which was painted the fory of CEPHALIS and Procris, with the motto, AURA VENI.

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C
OME, gentle air! th' Æolian shepherd said,

While Procris panted in the secret shade;
Come, gentle air! the fairer Delia cries,
While at her feet her swain expiring lies.
Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray, 5
Breathe on her lips, and in her bofom play!
In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found,
Nor could that fabled dart more surely wound:
Both gifts destructive to the givers prove;
Alike both lovers fall by those they love. io
Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives,
At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives:
She views the story with attentive eyes,
And pities Procris, while her lover dies.

IV.

COWLEY.

FA

The GARDEN.
AIN would my muse the flow'ry treasures fing,

And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where op'ning roles breathing sweets diffuse,
And soft carnations show'r their balmy dews;
Where lilies smile in virgin robes of white, 5
The thin undress of fuperficial light;

And

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And vary'd tulips how so dazzling gay,
Blushing in bright diversities of day.
Each painted Houret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narcissus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees cathedral-walks compose,
And mount the hill in venerable rows:
There the green infants in their beds are laid, 15
The garden's hope, and its expected shade.
Here orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rising blossom promise more. 20
There in bright drops the cryital fountains play,
By laurels fhielded from the piercing day:
Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor seeks in vain for succour to the stream. 26
The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives,
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's coolncís spite of Summer's rays. 30

WEEPING,

WHILE Celia's tears make forrow bright,

Proud Grief fits swelling in her eyes;
The fun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the ocean firft did rise :

And

And thus through mists we see the fun,
Which else we durft not gaze upon.

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These filver-drops, like morning:dew,

Foretel the fervour of the day:
So from one cloud soft show'rs we view,

And blasting lightning burft away.
The stars that fall from Celia's eye,
Declare our doom in drawing nigh.

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The baby in that funny sphere

So like a Phaeton appears,
That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to spare,

Thought fit to drown him in her tears:
Else might th' ambitious Nymph aspire,
To fet, like him, Heav'n too on fire.

V.

Earl of ROCHESTER.

On SILENCE.

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I.
ILENCE! ceval with eternity;

Thou wert ere Nature's felf began to be,
'Twas one vast nothing, all, and all Nept fast in thee.

II.
Thine was the fway, ere heav'n was form’d, or

earth,
Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth,
Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant
forth.

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