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And faw a naked boy below,
With wings, a quiver, and a bow:
In hafte I ran, unlock'd
my gate,
Secure and thoughtless of my fate;
I fet the child an eafy chair

Against the fire, and dry'd his hair;
Brought friendly cups of cheerful wine,
And warm'd his little hands with mine.
All this did I with kind intent;
But he, on wanton mifchief bent,
Said, dearest Friend, this bow you fee,
This pretty bow, belongs to me:
Obferve, I pray, if all be right,
I fear the rain has fpoil'd it quite :
He drew it then, and ftraight I found
Within my breaft a fecret wound.
This done, the rogue no longer ftaid,
But leapt away, and laughing faid,
Kind hoft adieu, we now muft part,
Safe is my bow, but fick thy heart.

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MERCURY AND CUPID.

N fullen humour, one day, Jove
Sent Hermes down to Ida's grove,
Commanding Cupid to deliver
His ftore of darts, his total quiver,
That Hermes fhould the weapons break,
Or throw 'em into Lethe's lake.

Hermes you know must do his errand;
He found his man, produc'd his warrant :
Cupid, your darts-this very hour-
There's no contending against pow'r.
How fullen Jupiter, just now

I think I faid, and you'll allow
That Cupid was as bad as he;
Hear but the youngfter's repartee.
Com e, kinfman, (faid the little god)
Put off your wings, lay by your rod,

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Retire with me to yonder bow'r,
And reft yourself for half an hour;
"Tis far indeed from hence to heaven,
And you fly faft, and 'tis but seven:
We'll take one cooling cup of Nectar,
And drink to this celeftial Hector.-

He break my darts, or hurt my pow'r!
He, Leda's fwan, and Danae's fhow'r!
Go bid him his wife's tongue reftrain,
And mind his thunder and his rain.-
My darts! O, certainly I'll give 'em ;
From Cloe's eyes he fhall receive 'em ;
There's one, the beft in all my quiver,
Twang thro' his very heart and liver;
He then fhall pine, and figh, and rave;
Good Lord! what buftle fhall we have!
Neptune muft ftrait be sent to fea,
And Flora fummon'd twice a-day:
One must find fhells, and th' other flow`rs,
For cooling grots and fragrant bow'rs,
That Cloe may be ferv'd in ftate,
The Hours muft at her toilette wait;
Whilft all the reas'ning fools below
Wonder their watches go too flow.
Lybs must fly fouth and Eurus east,
For jewels for her hair and breast;
No matter tho' their cruel hafte
Sink cities and lay forests wafte;
No matter tho' this fleet be loft,
Or that lie wind-bound on the coaft.
What whifp'ring in my mother's ear!
What care that Juno fhould not hear!
What work among you fcholar gods!
Phoebus muft write him am'rous odes,
And thou, poor coufin, muft compofe
His letters in fubmiffive profe;
Whilft haughty Cloe, to fuftain
The honour of my myftic reign,
Shall all his gifts and vows difdain,
And laugh at your old bully's pain.
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Dear couz, faid Hermes, in a fright,

For heaven's fake keep your darts: good night. 58

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DEMOCRITUS AND HERACLITUS.

EMOCRITUS, dear droll, revisit earth,

And with our follies glut thy heighten'd mirth : Sad Heraclitus, ferious wretch, return,

In louder grief our greater crimes to mourn,
Between you both I unconcern'd stand by;
Hurt can I laugh? and honeft need I cry

MERRY ANDREW.

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SLY Merry Andrew, the laft Southwark fair;
(At Barthol'mew he did not much appear,

So peevish was the edict of the May'r)
At Southwark, therefore, as his tricks he fhow'd,
To please our mafters, and his friends the crowd,
A huge neat's tongue he in his right hand held,
His left was with a good black pudding fill'd.
With a grave look, in this odd equipage,
The clownish mimic traverses the stage:

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Why, how now, Andrew cries his brother droll, 10
To-day's conceit methinks is something duli.
Come on Sir, to our worthy friends explain
What does your emblematic Worship mean?
Quoth Andrew, honeft English let us fpeak;
Your emble-(what d'ye call it ?) is Heathen Greek.
To tongue or pudding thou haft no pretence;
Learning thy talent is, but mine is fenfe.
That bufy fool I was which thou art now,
Defirous to correct, not knowing how,
With very good defign, but little wit,
Blaming or praifing things as I thought fit:
I for this conduct had what I deferv'd,
And dealing honeftly was almoft starv'd.
But thanks to my indulgent ftars, I eat,
Since I have found the fecret to be great.

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