He said, that Heaven would take her soul, no doubt, And spoke the hour-glass in her praise— quite out. While bulls bear horns upon their curled brow, Thus wail'd the louts in melancholy strain, Ver. 153 160 Dum juga montis aper, fluvios dum piscis amabit, Dumque thymo pascentur apes, dum rore cicada, Semper honos, nomenque tuum, laudesque mane bunt. VIRG. SATURDAY; OR, THE FLIGHTS. BOWZYBEUS. SUBLIMER strains, O rustic Muse! prepare; While rocks and woods the various notes rehearse. The youths and damsels ran to Susan's aid, His hat and oaken staff lay close beside; Could call soft warblings from the breathing reed; Ver. 22. Serta procul tantum capiti delapsa jacebant. VIRG. 30 That Bowzybeus who, with jocund tongue, Ballads and roundelays and catches sung : They loudly laugh to see the damsel's fright, And in disport surround the drunken wight. "Ah, Bowzybee, why didst thou stay so long? The mugs were large, the drink was wondrous strong! Thou should'st have left the fair before 'twas night; But thou sat'st toping till the morning light." Cicely, brisk maid, steps forth before the rout, And kiss'd with smacking lip the snoaring lout: (For custom says, "Whoe'er this venture proves, For such a kiss demands a pair of gloves.") By her example Dorcas bolder grows, And plays a tickling straw within his nose. He rubs his nostril, and in wonted joke 40 [spoke : The sneering swains with stammering speech be"To you, my lads, I'll sing my carols o'er, As for the maids. I've something else in store." No sooner 'gan he raise his tuneful song, But lads and lasses round about him throng. Not ballad-singer plac'd above the crowd Sings with a note so shrilling sweet and loud; Ver. 40. Sanguineis frontem moris et tempora pingit. VIRG. Ver. 43. Carmina, quæ vultis, cognoscite! carmina vobis ; Huic aliud mercedis erit. Ver. 47. Nec tantum Phobo gaudet Parnassia rupes: VIRG. Nec tantum Rhodope mirantur et Ismarus Orphea. VIRG. Nor parish-clerk, wno calls the psalm so clear, 50 Of Nature's laws his carols first begun, Why the grave owl can never face the Sun. For owls, as swains observe, detest the light, And only sing and seek their prey by night. How turnips hide their swelling heads below : And how the closing coleworts upwards grow; How Will-o-wisp misleads night-faring clowns O'er hills, and sinking bogs, and pathless downs. Of stars he told, that shoot with shining trail, And of the glow-worm's light that gilds his tail. 6C He sung where woodcocks in the Summer feed, And in what climates they renew their breed, [tend, (Some think to northern coasts their flight they Or to the Moon in midnight hours ascend); Where swallows in the Winter's season keep, And how the drowsy bat and dormouse sleep; How Nature does the puppy's eyelid close Till the bright Sun has nine times set and rose; (For huntsmen by their long experience find, That puppies still nine rolling suns are blind.) 70 Now he goes on, and sings of fairs and shows, For still new fairs before his eyes arose. How pedlars' stalls with glittering toys are laid, The various fairings of the country maid. Long silken laces hang upon the twine, And rows of pins and amber bracelets shine; Ver. 51. Our swain had possibly read Tusser, from whence he might have collected these philosophical observations: Namque canebat, uti magnum per inane coacta, &c. How the tight lass knives, combs, and scissars spies, Of lotteries next with tuneful note he told, The mountebank now treads the stage, and sells For Buxom Joan he sung the doubtful strife, 100 To louder strains he rais'd his voice, to tell What woeful wars in Chevy-chace befell, When Percy drove the deer with hound and horn, Wars to be wept by children yet unborn! Ver. 97. Fortunati ambo, si quid mea carmina possunt, Nulla dies unquam memori vos eximet ævo. VIRG. Ver. 99. A song in the comedy of Love for Love, beginning "A soldier and a sailor," &c. |