Her ftock of borrow'd tears grew dry,
And native tempefts arm'd her eye;
Black clouds around her forehead hung,
And thunder rattled on her tongue.
We, young or old, or Cock or Hen,
All liv'd in Æolus's den;

The nearest her, the more accurst,

Ill far'd her friends, her husband worft.
But Jove amidst his anger fpares,

Remarks our faults, but hears our prayers.
Why then she's dead,
Quoth I, and once again I'll wed.

In fhort, fhe dy'd.

Would heaven, this mourning year were paft!
One may have better luck at laft.
Matters at worft are fure to mend,
The devils wife was but a fiend.

T. Thy tale has rais'd a Turtle's fpleen,
Uxorious inmate! bird obfcene!

Dar'ft thou defile thefe facred groves,
These filent feats of faithful loves?
Be gone, with flagging wings fit down
On fome old pent-houfe near the town;
In brewers' ftables peck thy grain,
Then wash it down with puddled rain s
And hear thy dirty offspring fquall
From bottles on a fuburb-wall.

Where thou haft been, return again,

Vile Bird! thou haft convers'd with Men;

Notions like thefe from Men are given,
Thofe vileft creatures under Heaven.
To Cities and to Courts repair,
Flattery and Falsehood flourish there;
There all thy wretched arts employ,
Where riches triumph over joy;

Where paffion does with intereft barter,
And Hymen holds by Mammon's charter ;
Where Truth by point of Law is parry'd,
And Knaves and Prudes are fix times marry'd,

APPLICATION,

WRITTEN LONG AFTER THE TALE,

*

deareft Daughter of two deareft Friends, To thee my Mufe this little Tale commends. Loving and lov'd, regard thy future mate, Long love his perfon, though deplore his fate; Seem young when old in thy dear husband's arms, For conftant virtue has immortal charms. And, when I lie low fepulchred in earth,

And the glad year returns thy day of birth, Vouchsafe to say, "Ere I could write or spell. "The bard, who from my cradle wish'd me well, "Told me I should the prating Sparrow blame, "And bad me imitate the Turtle's flame."

Lady Margaret Cavendish Harley.

DOWN.

To kifs the fair Maids, and poffefs the rich Fleece; Nor fing I Æneas, who, led by his mother,

Got rid of one Wife, and went far for another.

Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Nor

* Down-Hall is in the county of Effex. It is three miles fouth-east from Hatfield Broad Oak Church, most beautifully feated on a rifing ground, above a stream which

runs

Nor him who through Afia and Europe did roam, Ulyffes by name, who ne'er cry'd to go home, But rather defir'd to fee cities and men,

Than return to his farms, and converse with old Pen.

Hang. Homer and Virgil! their meaning to seek, A man must have pok'd into Latin and Greek; Those who love their own tongue, we have reason to hope,

Have read them tranflated by Dryden and Pope.

But I fing of exploits that have lately been done By two British Heroes, called Matthew and John *: And how they rid friendly from fine London town, Fair Effex to fee, and a place they call Down.

Now ere they went out you may rightly fuppofe How much they difcours'd both in prudence and profe;

runs through Hatfield town, having a fine prospect over the adjacent country. It was purchased for Mr. Prior by his generous friend lord Harley, and after his death, that nobleman made many great improvements in it of viftoes, plantations, &c. and refided at it himself many years of his life. It now is, or was very lately, in the occupation of William Selwyn, Esq.

* Mr. Prior, and Mr. John Morley, of Halstead.

For,

For, before this great journey was thoroughly con

certed,

Full often they met, and as often they parted.

And thus Matthew faid, Look you here, my
friend John,

I fairly have travel'd years thirty-and one;
And, though I ftill carry'd my Sovereign's war-

rants,

I only have gone upon other folks errands.

And now in this journey of life I would have A place where to bait, 'twixt the court and the grave;

Where joyful to live, not unwilling to die-
Gadzooks! I have juft fuch a place in my eye.

There are gardens fo ftately, and arbours fo thick,

A portal of stone, and a fabric of brick

The matter next week fhall be all in your power; But the money, gadzooks! must be paid in an hour.

For things in this world muft by law be made
certain :

We both muft repair unto Oliver Martin;
For he is a Lawyer of worthy renown

I'll bring you to fee, he must fix you at Down

Quoth