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Like flowers it witbers with th' advancing year; In Procris' bosom when she saw the dart,
Imputes her discontent to jealous fear,
And knows her Strephon's constancy sincere. Ev'n while the glass reflects thy sparkling eyes, When on Camilla's fate her eye she turns, Their lustre and thy rosy colour flies !
No more for show and equipage she burns :
And looks on merit with discerning eyes.
Who trusts to beauty, trusts the fading rose. To the low world she bends her steepy way,
Youth flies apace, with youth your beauty fies; Where Strephon pass'd the solitary day.
Love then, ye virgins, ere the blossom dies. She found him in a melancholy grove,
Thus Pallas taught her. Strephon weds the His down-cast eyes betray'd desponding love;
dame; The wounded bark confess'd his slighted name, And Hymen's torch diffus'd the brightest flaine, And every tree bore false Corinna's name : In a cool shade he lay with folded arms, Curses his fortune, and upbraids her charms; When Venus to his wondering eyes appears,
THE SHEPHERD'S WEEK, And with these words relieves his amorous cares : “Rise! happy youth, this bright machine sur
IN SIX PASTO&ALI. Whose rattling sticks my busy fingers sway; (vey,
1714. This present shall thy cruel charmer move, And in her fickle bosom kindle love.
WITH THE AUTHOR'S NOTES. * The Fan shall Mutter in all female hands,
-Libeat mihi sordida rura, And varions fashions learn from various lands.
Atque humiles habitare casas.
THE PROEME TO THE COURTEOUS READER.
Great marvel hath it been (and that not unAnd with bright colours stain the gaudy toy;
worthily) to diverse worthy wits, that in this our Their paint shall here in wildest fancies flow,
island of Britain, in all rare sciences so greatly Their dress, their customs, their religion, show : So shall the British fair their minds improve,
abounding, more especially in all kinds of poesy And on the Pan to distant climates rove.
highly flourishing, no poet (though otherwise of Here China's ladies shall their pride display,
notable cunning in roundelays) hath hit on the And silver figures gild their loose array;
right simple eclogue after the true ancient guise of This boasts her little feet and winking eyes;
Theocritus, before this mine attempt. That tunes the fife, or tinkling cymbal plies :
Other poet travailing in this plain highway of
pastoral know I none. Here cross-legg'd nobles in rich state shall dine;
Yet, certes, such it beThere in bright mail distorted heroes shine.
hoved a pastoral to be, as Nature in the country The peeping Fan in modern times shall rise,
affordeth ; and the manners also meetly copied
from the rustical folk therein. Through which unseen the female ogle flies;
In this also my This shall in temples the sly maid conceal,
love to my native country Britain much pricketh
me forward, to describe aright the manners of our And shelter Love beneath Devotion's veil. Gay Francc shall make the Fan her artist's care,
own honest and laborious ploughmen, in no wise And with the costly trinket arm the fair.
sure more unworthy a British poet's imitation, As learned orators, that touch the heart,
than those of Sicily or Arcadie; albeit, not igno. With various action raise their soothing art,
rant I am, what a rout and rabbleinent of critical Both head and hand affect the listening throng,
gallimawfry hath been made of late days by And humour cach expression of the tongue;
certain young men of insipid delicacy, concerning, So shall each passion by the Fan be seen,
I wist not what, golden age, and other outrageFrom noisy anger to the sullen spleen."
ous conceits, to, which they would confine pasWhile Venus spoke, joy shone in Strephon's eyes;
toral. Whereof, I avow, I account nought at all, Proud of the gift, he to Corinna Ries:
knowing no age so justly to be instiled golden, But Cupid (who delights in amorous ill,
as this of our sovereign lady queen Anne. Wounds hearts, and leaves them to a woman's will)
This idle trurnpery (only fit for schools and With certain aim a golden arrow drew,
school-boys) unto that ancient Doric shepherd Which to Leander's panting bosom flew.
Theocritus, or his mates, was never known; he Leander lov'd, and to the sprightly dame.
rightly, throughout his fifth Idyll, maketh his In gentle sighs reveal'd his growing flame:
louts give foul language, and behoid their goats Sweet smiles Corinna to his sighs returns,
at rut in all simplicity : And for the fop in equal passion burns.
Ωπόλος όκκ' έσορη τας μηκάδας, δια βατιώνται, Lo, Strephon comes! and, with a suppliant bow,
Τάχεται οφθαλμως, ότι οι τράγος αυτός εγέντο. Offers the present, and renews his vow.
Theoc. Id. i. 87. When she the fate of Niobe beheld, “ Why has my pride against my heart rebellid ?” Verily, as little pleasınce receiveth a true She sighing cry'd. Disdain forsook her breast, homebred taste, from all the fine finical new. And Strephon now was thought a worthy guest
| fangled fooleries of this gay Gothic garniture, wherewith they so nicely bedeck their court | too much of the present to have been fit for the clowns, or clown courtiers, (for, which to call | old, and too much of both to be fit for any time them rightly, I wot not) as would a prudent | to come. Granted also it is, that in this my lancitizen journeying to his country farms, should guage I seem unto myself as a London mason, he find them occupied by people of this motley who calculated his work for a term of years, when make, instead of plain downright hearty cleanly he buildeth with old materials upon a ground-rent folk, such as be now tenants to the burgesses of that is not his own, which soon turns to rubbish this realm.
and ruins. For this point, no reason can I allege, Furthermore, it is my purpose, gentle reader, I only deep-learned ensamples having led me thereto set before thee, as it were a picture, or rather unto. lively landschape of thy own country, just as thou But here again much comfort ariseth in me, mightest see it, didest thou take a walk into the from the hopes, in that I conceive, when these fields at the proper season: even as maister Milton words, in the course of transitory things, shall hath elegantly set forth the same:
decay, it may so hap, in meet time, that some
lover of simplicity shall arise, who shall have the As one who long in populous city pent,
hardiness to render these mjue eclogues into such Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, modern dialect as shall be then understood, to Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe which end, glosses and explications of uncouth Among the pleasant villages and farms
pastoral terms are annexed. Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight; | Gentle reader, turn over the leaf, and entertain The smell of grain or tedded grass or kine thyself with the prospect of thine own country, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound. | limned by the painful hand of 'Thou wilt not find my shepherdesses idly piping
thy loving countryman,
JOHN GAY. on oaten reeds, but milking the kine, tying up the sheaves, or, if the hogs are astray, driving them to the styes. My shepherd gathereth none other nosegays but what are the growth of our
PROLOGUE TO THE RIGHT HON. own fields; he sleepeth not under myrtle shades,
THE LORD VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE, but under a hedge; nor doth he vigilantly defend his flocks from wolves, because there are none, as
Lo, I who erst beneath a tree maister Spenser well observeth:
Sung Bumkinet and Bouzybee, Well is known that since the Saxon king | And Blouzelind and Marian bright, Never was wolf seen, many or some
In apron blue or apron white, Nor in all Kent nor in Christendom.
Now write my sonnets in a book,
For my good lord of Bolingbroke. For as much as I have mentioned maister As lads and lasses stood around Spenser, soothly I must acknowledge him a bard | To hear my boxen hautboy sound, of sweetest memorial. Yet hath his shepherd's | Our clerk came posting o'er the green boy at some times raised his rustic rced to rhymes With doleful tidings of the queen ; more rumbling than rural. Diverse grave points “ That queen," he said, “ to whom we owe also hath he handled of churchly matter, and Sweet peace, that maketh riches fior ; doubts in religion daily arising, to great clerks That queen, who eas'd our tax of late, only appertaining. What liketh me best are his | Was dead, alas !_and lay in state.” names, indeed right simple and meet for the coun At this, in tears was Cicely seen, try, such as Lobbin, Cuddy, Hobbinol, Diggon, Buxoma tore her pinners clean, and others, some of which I have made bold to ] In doleful duinps stood every clown, borrow. Moreover, as he called his eclogues, the The parson rent his band and gown. Shepherd's Calendar, and divided the same into For me, when as I heard that Death twelve months, I have chosen (peradventure not | Had snatch'd queen Anne to Elizabeth, over-rashly) to naine mine by the days of the I broke my reed, and, sighing, swore, week, omitting Sunday or the Sabbath, ours being ! I'd weep for Blouzelind no more. supposed to be Christian shepherds, and to be then While thus we stood as in a stound, at church-worship. Yet further of many of mais. | And wet with tears, like dew, the ground, ter Spenser's eclogues it may be observed ; though | Full soon by bonfire and hy bell months they be called, of the said months therein | We learnt our liege was passing well. nothing is specified; wherein I have also esteemed | A skilful leach (so God him speed) him worthy mine imitation.
They said, had wrought this blessed deed. That principally, courteous reader, whereof 1 | This leach Arbuthnot was vclept. would have thee to be advertised, (seeing I depart | Who many a night not once had slept ; from the vulgar usage) is touching the language | But watch'd our gracious sovereign still; of my shepherds ; which is, soothly to say, such | For who could rest when she was ill? as is neither spoken by the country maiden or the Oh, may'st thou henceforth sweetly sleep! courtly dame; nay, not only such as in the pre- | Sheer, swains, oh ! sheer your softest sheep, sent times is not uttered, but was never uttered | To swell bis couch ; for, well I ween, in times past; and, if I judge aright, will never | He sav'd the realm, who sav'd the queen. be uttered in times future: it having too much of Quoth I, “ Please God, I'll bye with glee the country to be fit for the court, too much of | To court, this Arbuthnot to see.” the court to be fit for the country; too much o | I sold my sheep, and lambkins too, the language of old times to be tit for the present, 1 For silver loops and garment blue ;
My boxen hautboy, sweet of sound,
No chirping lark the welkin sheen invokes, For lace that edg'd mine hat around;
No damsel yet the swelling udder strokes ; For Lightfoot, and my scrip, I got
O'er yonder hill does scant the dawn appear: A gorgeous sword, and eke a knot.
Then why does Cuddy leave his cot so rear ? So forth I far'd to court with speed,
CUDDY. Of soldier's drum withouten dreed ;
Ah Lobbin Clout! I ween, my plight is guest, Por peace allays the shepherd's fear
For he that leaves, a stranger is to rest : Of wearing cap of grenadier,
If swains belye not, thou hast prov'd the smart, There saw I ladies all a-row,
And Blouzelinda's mistress of thy heart. Before their queen in secmly show.
This rising rear betokeneth well thy mind, No more I'll sing Buxoma brown,
Those arms are folded for thy Blouzelind. Like Goldfinch in her Sunday gown;
And well, I trow, our piteous plights agree: Nor Clumsilis, nor Marian bright,
Thee Blouzelinda smites, Buxoma me. Nor damsel that Hobnelia hight.
LOBBIN CLOUT. But Lansdowne, fresh as flower of May,
Ah, Blouzelind! I love thee more by half, And Berkeley, lady blithe and gay;
Than does their fawns, or cows the new-fall’n calf; And Anglesea, whose spcech exceeds
Woe worth the tongue! may blisters sore it gall, The voice of pipe, or oaten reeds;
That names Buxoma Blouzelind withal.
Hold, witless Lobbin Clout, I thee advise, In roundelay or sonnet quaint.
Lest blisters sore on thy own tongue arise. 20 There many a worthy wight I've seen,
Lo, yonder, Cloddipole, the blithsome swain, In ribbon blue and ribbon green :
The wisest lout of ail the neighbouring plain ! As Oxford, who a wand doth bear,
From Clo dipole we learnt to read the skies, Like Moses, in our Bibles fair;
To know when hail will fall, or winds arise. Who for our traffic forms designs,
He taught us erst the heifer's tail to view, And gives to Britain Indian mines.
When stuck aloft, that showers would straight
ensue: Now, shepherds, clip your fleecy care ; Ye maids, your spinning-wheels prepare ;
He first that useful secret did explain, Ye weavers, all your shuttles throw,
That pricking corns foretold the gathering rain. And bid broad-cloths and serges grow;
When swallows Beet soar high and sport in air, For trading free shall thrive again,
He told us that the welkin would be clear. 30
Let Cloddipole then hear us twain rehearse, Nor leasings lewd affright the swain.
And praise his sweetheart in alternate verse. There saw I St. John, sweet of mien,
P'll wager this same oaken staff with thee,
That Cloddipole shall give the prize to me.
See this tobacco pouch, that's lin’d with hair,' For thus he told me on a day,
Made of the skin of sleekest fallow-deer. “ Trim are thy sonnets. gentle Gay;
This pouch, that's ty'd with tape of reddest hue, And, certes, mirth it were to see Thy joyous madrigals twice tree,
I'll wager, that the prize shall be my due. With preface meet, and notes profound,
CUDDY. Imprinted fair, and well ye-bound.”
Begin thy carols then, thou vaunting slouch! All suddenly then home I sped,
Be thine the oaken statl, or mine the pouch. 40 And did ev'n as my lord had said.
LOBBIN CLOUT. Lo, here thou hast mine eclogues fair,
My Blouzelinda is the blithest lass, But let not these detain thine ear.
Than primrose sweeter, or the clover-grass. Let not th' affairs of states and kings
Fair is the king-cup that in meadow blows,
Fair is the daisie that beside her grows;
Ver. 3. Welkin, the same as welken, an old Or, for the plaint of parson's maid,
Saxon word, signifying a cloud ; by poetical liYon cniperor's packets be delay’d; In sooth, I swear by holy Paul,
cence it is frequently taken for the element, or I'll burn book, preface, notes, and all.
sky, as may appear by this verse in the Dream of Chaucer
Ne in all the welkin was no cloud. - Sheen, or shine, an old word for shining, or
bright. MONDAY; OR, THE SQUABBLE.
Ver. 5. Scant, used in the ancient British au. thors for scarce.
Ver. 6. Rear, an expression in several counties LOBBIN CLOUT, CUDDY, CLODDIPOLE.
of England, for early in the morning
Ver. 7. To ween, derived from the Saxon, to LOBBIN CLOUT.
think, or conceive. THY younglings, Cuddy, are but just awake, Ver. 25. Erst, a contraction of ere this; it No thrustles shrill the bramble-bush forsake, signifies sometime ago, or formerly.
Fair is the gillifiower, of gardens sweet,
| While she loves turnips, butter I'll despise, Fair is the marygold, for pottage meet :
Nor leaks, nor oatmeal, nor potatoe, prize.
In good roast-beef my landlord sticks his knife, CUDDY.
The capon fat delights his dainty wife, My brown Buxoma is the featest maid,
Pudding our parson eats, the squire loves hare, That e'er at wake delightsome gambol play'd. 50
But white-pot thick is my Buxoma's fare. Clean as young lambkins or the goose's down, While she loves white-pot, capon ne'er shall be, And like the goldfinch in her Sunday gown.
Nor hare, nor beef, nor pudding, food for me. The witless lamb may sport upon the plain, The frisking kid delight the gaping swain,
LOBBIN CLOUT. The wanton calf may skip with many a bound,
As once I play'd at blindman's buff, it hapt And my cur Tray play deftest feats around;
About my eyes the towel thick was wrapt. But neither lamb, nor kid, nor calf, nor Tray,
I miss'd the swains, and seiz'd on Blouzelind. Dance like Buxoma on the first of May.
True speaks that ancient proverb, “ Love is blind." LOBBIN CLOUT.
GUDDY. Sweet is my toil when Blouzelind is near;
As at hot-cockles once I laid me down, Of her bereft, 'tis winter all the year.
60 | And felt the weighty hand of many a clown; 100 With her no sultry summer's heat I know;
Buxoma gave a gentle tap, and I In winter, when she's nigh, with love I glow. Quick rose, and read soft mischief in her eye. Come, Blouzelinda, ease thy swain's desire, My summer's shadow, and my winter's fire !
On two near elms the slacken'd cord I hung, CUDDY.
Now high, now low, my Blouzelinda swung, As with Buxoma once I work'd at hay,
With the rude wind her rumpled garment rose, Ev'n noon-tide labour seem'd an holiday;
And show'd her taper leg, and scarlet hose.
Across the fallen oak the plank I laid, And all the year shall then be holiday. 70 And myself pois'd against the tottering maid. LOBBIN CLOUT.
High leap'd the plank; adown Buxoma fell; As Blouzelinda, in a gamesome mood,
I spy'd-but faithful sweethearts never tell. 110 Behind a haycock loudly laughing stood, I slily ran, and snatch'd a hasty kiss;
This riddle, Cuddy, if thou canst explain, She wip'd her lips, nor took it much amiss.
This wily riddle puzzles every swain. Believe me, Cuddy, while I'm bold to say,
“ What flower is that which bears the virgin's name, Her breath was sweeter than the ripen'd hay.
“ The richest metal joined with the same ?” CUDDY. As my Buxoma, in a morning fair,
Answer, thou carle, and judge this riddle right, With gentle finger strok'd her milky care,
I'll frankly own thee for a cunning wight.
“ What flower is that which royal honour craves, Lobbin, I swear, believe who will my vows,
Adjoin the virgin, and 'tis strown on graves ?" Her breath by far excelled the breathing cows.
Forbear, contending louts, give o'er your strains ! Leek to the Welch, to Dutchmen butter's dear. | An oaken staff each merits for his pains. 120 Of Irish swains potatoe is the chear;
But see the sun-beams bright to labour warn, Oats for their feasts the Scottish shepherds grind, | And gild the thatch of goodman Hodge's barn. Sweet turnips are the food of Blouzelind.
Your herds for want of water stand a-dry,
They're weary of your songs and so am I. Ver. 56. Deft, an old word, signifying brisk, or nimble,
Ver. 69. Eftsoons, from eft, an ancient British word, signifying soon. So that eftsoons is a doubling
TUESDAY, OR, THE DITTY, of the word soon : which is, as it were, to say twice soon, or very soon. Ver. 79. Queint has various significations in the
MARIAN, ancient English authors. I have used it in this place in the same sense as Chaucer hath done in
Young Colin Clout, a lad of peerless meed, his Miller's Tale. “As clerkes being full subtle | Full well could dance, and deftly tune the rced : and queint,” (by which he means arch, or waggish): | In every wood his carols sweet were known, and not in that obscene sense wherein he useth it At every wake his nimble feats were shown. in the line immediately following. Ver. 85.
Ver. 103—110 were not in the early editions. N. Populus Alcidæ gratissima, vitis laccho,
Ver. 113. Marygold.
Ver. 117. Rosemary.
Virg. I Ver. 120. Et vitula tu dignus & hic. Virg.
Virg. When in the ring the rustic routs he threw, With crumbled bread I thicken'd well thy mess. The damsels' pleasures with his conquests grew; Ah, love me more, or love thy pottage less !, Or when aslant the cudgel threats his head,
“ Last Friday's eve, when as the Sun was set, His danger smites the breast of every maid, I, near yon stile, three sallow gypsies met. But chief of Marian. Marian lov'd the swain, Upon my hand they cast a poring look, The parson's maid, and neatest of the plain ; 10 Bid me beware, and thrice their heads they shook: Marian, that soft could stroke the udder'd cow, They said, that many crosses I must prove; Or lessen with her sieve the barley-mow;
Some in my worldly gain, but most in love. Marbled with sage the hardening cheese she press'd, Next morn I miss'd three bens and our old cock, And yellow butter Marian's skill confess'd;
And off the hedge two pinners and a smock; 80 But Marian now, devoid of country cares,
I bore these losses with a Christian mind, Nor yellow butter, nor sage-cheese, prepares, And no mishaps could feel, while thou wert kind. For yearning love the witless maid employs,
But since, alas! I grew my Colin's scorn, And “ Love say swains, “all busy beed destroys." I've known no pleasure, night, or noon, or morn. Colin makes mock at all her piteous smart; Help me, ye gypsies; bring him home again, A lass that Cicely hight had won his heart,
And to a constant lass give back her swain. Cicely, the western lass, that tends the kee, .“ Have I not sat with thee full many a night, The rival of the parson's maid was she.
When dying embers were our only light, In dreary sbade now Marian lies along,
When every creature did in slumbers lie, Ard, mixt with sighs, thus wails in plaining song : Besides our cat, my Colin Clout, and I ? 90
"Ah, woeful day! ah, woeful noon and morn! No troublous thoughts the cat or Colin more, When first by thee my younglings white were While I alone am kept awake by love. Then first, I ween, I cast a lover's eye, (shorn; “Remember, Colin, when at last year's wake My sheep were silly, but more silly I.
I bought the costly present for thy sake; Beneath the shears they felt no lasting smart, Could'st thou spell o'er the posy on thy knife, They lost but Aleeces, while I lost a heart. 30 And with another change thy state of life? “Ah, Colin! canst thou leave thy sweetheart If thou forgett'st, I wot, I can repeat, true ?
My memory can tell the verse so sweet : What I have done for thee, will Cicely do? • As this is grav'd upon this knife of thine, Will she thy linen wash, or hosen darn,
So is thy image on this heart of mine.' - 100 And knit thee gloves made of her own spun yarn ? But woe is me! such presents luckless prove, Will she with huswife's hand provide thy meat? For knives, they tell me, always sever love.” And every Sunday morn thy neckcloth plait,
Thus Marian wail'd, her eyes with tears brimful, Which o'er thy kersey doublet spreading wide, When Goody Dobbins brought her cow to bull. In service-time drew Cicely's eyes aside ?
With apron blue to dry her tears she sought, “Where'er I gad, I cannot hide my care, Then saw the cow well serv'd, and took a groat. My new disasters in my look appear. White as the curd my ruddy cheek is grown, So thin my features, that I'm hardly known. Our neigbbours tell me oft, in joking talk,
WEDNESDAY; OR, THE DUMPS!. Of ashes, leather, oatmeal, bran, and chalk; Unwittingly of Marian they divine, And wist not that with thoughtful love I pine. Yet Colin Clout, untoward shepherd swain,
SPARABELLA. Walks whistling blithe, while pitiful I plain. The wailings of a maiden I recite,
“ Wbilom with thee 'twas Marian's dear delight A maiden fair, that Sparabella hight. To moil all day, and merry-make at night. 50 Such strains ne'er warble in the linnet's throat, If in the soil you guide the crooked share,
Nor the gay goldfinch chants so sweet a note. Your early breakfast is my constant care;
No magpye chatter'd, nor the painted jay,
1 Dumps, or dumbs, made use of to express a To gaze on thee I left the smoking pail:
fit of the sullens Some have pretended that it is In harvest when the Sun was mounted high, derived from Dumops, a king of Egypt, that built My leathern bottle did thy draught supply; 60 a pyramid, and died of melancholy. So mopes, Whrne'er you mow'd, I follow'd with the rake, after the same manner, is thought to have come And have full oft been sun-burnt for thy sake: from Merops, another Egyptian king, that died of When in the welkin gathering showers were seen, the same distemper. But our English antiquaries I lagg'd the last with Colin on the green;
have conjectured that dumps, which is a grievous And when at eve returning with thy car,
heaviness of spirits, comes from the word dumplin, Awaiting heard the jingling bells from far,
the heaviest kind of pudding that is eaten in this Straight on the fire the sooty pot I plac'd,
country, much used in Norfolk, and other counties To warm thy broth I burnt my hands for haste. of England. When hungry thou stood'st staring, like an oaf,
Ver. 5. . I slic'd the luncheon from the barley-loaf; 70 Immemor herbarum quos est mirata juvenca
Certantes, quorum stupefactæ carmine lynces, Ver. 21. Kee, a west-country word for kine, or Et inutata suos requiêrunt fumina cursus.