To her sweet mem'ry flow'ry garlands ftrung,
O'er her now empty feat aloft were hung.
With wicker-rods we fenç'd her tomb around,

To ward from man and beast the hallow'd ground,.
Left her new grave the Parfon's cattle raze,
For both his horfe and cow the church-yard graze.

Now we trudg'd homeward to her mother's farm, To drink new cider mull'd, with ginger warm. For gaffer Treadwell told us by the by, Exceffive forrow is exceeding dry.

While bulls bear horns upon their curled brow,
Or laffes with foft ftroakings milk the cow;
While padling ducks the standing lake defire,
Or batt'ning hogs roll in the finking mire ;
While moles the crumbling Earth in hillocks raife,
So long fhall fwains tell Blouzelinda's praife.

Thus wail'd the louts in melancholy ftrain,

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153. Dum juga montis Aper, fluvios dum Pifcis amabit, Dumque Thymo pafcentur apes, dum rore cicada, Semper bones nomenque tuum, laudefque manebunt.

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They feiz'd the lafs in apron clean array'd,

And to the ale-house forc'd the willing maid
In ale and kiffes they forget their cares,
And Sufan Blouzelinda's lofs repairs.

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SATURDAY;

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UBLIMER ftrains, O ruftic Muse,

prepare;

Forget a-while the barn and dairy's care;

Thy homely voice to loftier numbers raise;

The drunkard's flights require fonorous lays,

With Bowzybeus' fongs exalt thy verse,

While rocks and woods the various notes rehearse.

'Twas in the season when the reaper's toil

Of the ripe harveft 'gan to rid the foil;

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Wide through the field was feen a goodly rout,
Clean damfels bound the gather'd fheaves about,
The lads with fharpen'd hooks and fweating brow
Cut down the labours of the winter plow.

To the near hedge young Sufan steps afide,
She feign'd her coat or garter was unty'd,
Whate'er fhe did, fhe ftoop'd adown unfeen,
And merry reapers, what they lift, will ween.
Soon fhe rose up, and cry'd with voice so shrill
That echo anfwer'd from the diftant hill;
The youths and damfels ran to Sufan's aid,
Who thought fome adder had the lafs difmay'd.

When faft afleep they Bowzybeus fpy'd,
His hat and oaken staff lay close beside.
That Bowzybeus who could fweetly fing,

Or with the rozin'd bow torment the string:
That Bowzybeus who with finger's speed

Could call foft warblings from the breathing reed;
That Bowzybeus who with jocond tongue,

Ballads and roundelays and catches fung,
They loudly laugh to fee the damfel's fright,
And in disport surround the drunken wight.

22. Serta procul tantùm capiti delapfa jacebant.

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Ah

Ah Bowzybee, why didft thou ftay fo long?

The mugs were large, the drink. was wondrous ftrong? Thou shouldst have left the Fair before 'twas night, But thou fat'ft, toping 'till the morning light.

Cicly, brifk maid, fteps forth before the rout,
And kifs'd with fmacking lip the fnoring lout.
For custom fays, Whoe'er this venture proves,
For fuch a kiss demands a pair of gloves.
By her example Dorcas bolder grows,

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And plays a tickling ftraw within his nose.

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He rubs his noftril, and in wonted joke

The fneering fwains with stamm'ring fpeech bespoke. To you, my lads, I'll fing my carols o'er,

As for the maids,I've fomething else in store.

No fooner 'gan he raise his tuneful fong,
But lads and laffes round about him throng.
Not ballad-finger plac'd above the croud
Sings with a note fo fhrilling fweet and loud,

40. Sanguineis frontem moris & tempora pingit.
43. Carmina que vultis, cognofcite; carmina vobis.
Huic aliud mercedis erit.

47. Nec tantum Phobo gaudet Parnaffia rupes;

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Nec tantum Rhodope mirantur & Ismarus Orphea. Virg.

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