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APOLOGY TO A LADY,1 Wii O TOLD ME I COULD NOT LOVE HER HEARTILY, BECAUSE I HAD LOVED OTHERS,
IN IMITATION OF Mr. WALLEr.
FAIR Sylvia, cease to blame my youth
So men, ere they have learnt the truth,
1. By the manner in which this and the two following little pieces are printed in the Oxford and Cambridge Miscellany Poems, there is little doubt but they are the productions of the excellent poet to whom I have ascribed them.
AGAINST MODESTY IN LOVE.
FoR many unsuccessful years
And often bath'd them with my tears,
No prostrate wretch, before the shrine Of any saint above,
E’er thought his goddess more divine, Or paid more awful love.
Still the disdainful dame look’d down
Receiv'd my passion with a frown,
When Cupid whisper'd in my ear,
Fond, whining, modest fool, draw near,
“With eager kisses tempt the maid,
The lips he warmly must invade
With that I shook off all my fears,
And Cynthia gave what she for years
ON A YOUNG LAI). Y'S GOING TO TOWN
| ONE night unhappy Celadon,
“Ask not the cause why sickly flowers
“Chloris will go; the cruel fair,
So restless monarchs, though possess'd
WHEN THE CAT IS AWAY, THE MICE |MAY PLAY.
A. FABLE,” INSCRIBED TO DR. SWIFT.
In domibus Mures avido dente omnia captant:
A LADY once (so stories say)
With gins and traps long sought to slay
The thieves; but still they 'scap'd away,
Great havoc 'mongst her cheese, was made,
Soon as Grimalkin came in view,
Grimalkin swift as lightning flew,
Thousands of mice he daily slew,
1 The hints of this and the following fable appear to have originated from the fable of the Old Lady and her Cats, printed in the General PostScript, Nov. 7, 1709. They have been both ascribed to Dr. Swift.—N.
Ne'er cat before such glory won :
Grimalkin far all cats outshone,
And in his lady's favour none
Pert Mrs. Abigail alone
Her favorite lap-dog now was grown
Neglected; him she did bemoan,
She cannot bear, she swears she won’t,
But firmly is resolv’d upon't,
And vows, that, whatsoe'er comes on't,
She begs, she storms, she fawns, she frets, (Her arts are all employ'd)
And tells her lady, in a pet,
Grimalkin cost her more in meat
At length this spiteful waiting-maid
The favourite cat's a victim made,
To satisfy this prating jade,
Now lap-dog is again restor'd