Nor him who through Asia and Europe did roam, Ulysses by name, who ne'er cry'd to go home, But rather desir'd to see 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 translated by Dryden and Pope. But I sing of exploits that have lately been done By two British heroes, call'd Matthew and John 3: And how they rid friendly from fine London town, Fair Essex to see, and a place they call Down. Now ere they went out you may rightly suppose How much they discours'd both in prudence and prose; For, before this great journey was throughly concerted, Full often they met, and as often they parted. And thus Matthew said, "Look you here, my friend John, I fairly have travell'd years thirty and one; "And now in this journey of life I would have A place where to bait, 'twixt the court and the "For things in this world must by law be made We both must repair unto Oliver Martin; [certain: For he is a lawyer of worthy renown, I'll bring you to see: he must fix you at Down." Quoth Matthew, "I know, that, from Berwick to Dover, You've sold all our premises over and over: And now, if your buyers and sellers agree, You may throw all our acres into the South Sea. "But a word to the purpose: to morrow, dear friend, We'll see what to night you so highly commend; And, if with a garden and house I am blest, Let the Devil and Coningsby go with the rest." Then answered 'squire Morley. "Pray get a calash, [splash; That in summer may burn, and in winter may I love dirt and dust; and 'tis always my pleasure, To take with me much of the soil that I measure." But Matthew thought better; for Matthew thought right, And hired a chariot so trim and so tight, That extremes both of winter and summer might pass: For one window was canvas, the other was glass. 1 Mr. Prior, and Mr. John Morley of Halstead. Where is Cicily so cleanly, and Prudence, and Sue? And where is the widow that dwelt here below? And the hostler that sung about eight years ago? "And where is your sister, so mild and so dear? Whose voice to her maids like a trumpet was clear?"[I think: "By my troth!" she replies, " you grow younger, And pray, sir, what wine does the gentleman drink? "Why now let me die, sir, or live upon trust, If I know to which question to answer you first: Why things, since I saw you, most strangely have vary'd, The hostler is hang'd, and the widow is marry'd. "And Prue left a child for the parish to nurse; And Cicily went off with a gentleman's purse; And as to my sister, so mild and so dear, She has lain in the church-yard full many a year." "Well, peace to her ashes! what signifies grief? She roasted red veal, and she powder'd lean beef ; "For that matter, sir, be you 'squire, knight, or lord, I'll give you whate'er a good inn can afford: "Of mutton a delicate neck and a breast Shall swim in the water in which they were drest : And, because you great folks are with rarities taken, [bacon." Addle-eggs shall be next course, tost up with rank Then supper was serv'd, and the sheets they were laid, And Morley most lovingly whisper'd the maid. The maid! was she handsome? why truly so-so: But what Morley whisper'd we never shall know. Then up rose these heroes as brisk as the Sun, And their horses, like his, were prepared to run. Now when in the morning Matt ask'd for the score, John kindly had paid it the evening before. Their breakfast so warm to be sure they did eat, A custom in travellers mighty discreet; And thus with great friendship and glee they went To find out the place you shall hear of anon, [on, Call'd Down, down, hey derry down. But what did they talk of from morning to noon? Why of spots in the Sun, and the man in the Moon; Of the Czar's gentle temper, the stocks in the city, The wise men of Greece, and the secret committee. So to Harlow they came; and, "Hey! where are you all! Show us into the parlour, and mind when I call: Why your maids have no motion, your men have no life; Well master, I hear you have bury'd your wife. "Come this very instant, take care to provide Tea, sugar, and toast, and a horse and a guide. Are the Harrisons here, both the old and the young? [song?" And where stands fair Down, the delight of my "O'squire, to the grief of my heart I may say, I have bury'd two wives since you travell'd this way; And the Harrisons both may be presently here; And Down stands, I think, where it stood the last year." Then Joan brought the tea-pot, and Caleb the toast, [host: And the wine was froth'd out by the hand of mine But we clear'd our extempore banquet so fast, That the Harrisons both were forgot in the haste. Now hey for Down-hall! for the guide he was got; The chariot was mounted; the horses did trot; O thou popish guide, thou hast led us Says he, "How the Devil should I know the way? "Thy wife," answer'd Matthew," when she went abroad, Ne'er told thee of half the by-ways she had trod : Perhaps she met friends, and brought pence to thy house, But thou shalt go home without ever a sous. "What is this thing, Morley, and how can you mean it? [it."We have lost our estate here, before we have seen "Have patience," soft Morley, in anger reply'd: "To find out our way, let us send off our guide. "O here I spy Down: cast your eye to the west, [fest." Where a windmill so stately stands plainly con"On the west," reply'd Matthew, no windmill I find: As well thou may'st tell me, I see the west-wind. "Now, pardon me, Morley, the wind-mill I spy, But, faithful Achates, no house is there nigh.' "Look again," says mild Morley; gadzooks! you are blind: The mill stands before, and the house lies behind." "O Morley! O Morley! if that be a hall, The fame with the building will suddenly fallWith your friend Jemmy Gibbs about buildings agree; My business is land, and it matters not me." "I wish you could tell what a duce your head ails: [sailles? I show'd you Down-Hall; did you look for VerThen take house and farm as John Ballet will let you, For better for worse, as I took my Dame Betty. "And now, sir, a word to the wise is enough; You'll make very little of all your old stuff: And to build at your age, by my troth, you grow simple! Are you young and rich, like the master of Wimple+? "If you have these whims of apartments and gardens, From twice fifty acres you'll ne'er see five farthings: And in yours I shall find the true gentleman's fate; Ere you finish your house, you'll have spent your SINCE Anna visited the Muses' seat (Around her tomb let weeping angels wait!) To pay due homage to the softer sex: Their pious incense let our neighbours bring, 4 Edward Earl of Oxford. The family seat was then at Wimple. With grateful hand due altars let them raise, PROLOGUE TO THE ORPHAN'. REPRESENTED BY SOME OF THE WESTMINSTER SCHOLARS, AT HICKFORD'S DANCING-ROOM, FEBRUARY 2, 1720. SPOKEN BY LORD DUPLIN, WHO ACTED CORDELIO WHAT! Would my humble comrades have me say, Shall we procure you symphony and sound? HUSBAND AND WIFE. ■. OH! with what woes am I opprest! w. Be still, you senseless calf! What if the gods should make you blest? H. Why then I'd sing and laugh: But, if they won't, I'll wail and cry. w. You'll hardly laugh, before you die. Through many a blooming mead they pasty The purling stream, the margin green, To rest awhile beneath the shade. From this curst hour, the fraudful dame As fancy leads, beneath the rose. Poor Truth she stript, as has been said, Sir, either is a good assistant," Said one who sat a little distant: "Truth decks our speeches and our books, "Methinks we're in the like condition, As at the treaty of Partition: That stroke, for all king William's care, Matthew, who knew the whole intrigue, And told him where they were mistaken, THUS THE FEMALE PHAETON. HUS Kitty', beautiful and young, And wild as colt untam'd, Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung, With little rage inflam'd: Inflam'd with rage at sad restraint, Which wise mamma ordain'd; Whilst wit and beauty reign'd: Or I am much mistaken. And visit with her cousins? ; "I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score, Make all her lovers fall: They'll grieve I was not loos'd before; Fondness prevail'd, mamma gave way; "Just so," and pointing with her hand, "So shone," says she, " my eyes3, When from two goddesses I gain'd An apple for a prize. "When in the glass, and river too, "In colours of this glorious kind My hair thus flowing with the wind, "Like this', disorder'd, wild, forlorn, But viewing Myra plac'd apart, "I fear," says she, 66 I fear, Apelles, that sir Godfrey's art Has far surpass'd thine here, "Or I, a goddess of the skies, The apple, which I won," But, soon as she had Myra seen, The sparkling eye, the look serene, The wondering goddess cry'd, "Apelles must to Kneller yield, Or Venus must to Hyde." DAPHNE AND APOLLO: IMITATED FROM THE FIRST BOOK OF OVID'S META MORPHOSES. Nympha, precor, Peneia, mane. APOLLO. ABATE, fair fugitive, abate thy speed, DAPHNE. (ASIDE.) This care is for himself, as sure as death? One mile has put the fellow out of breath; He'll never do: I'll lead him t'other round: Washy he is, perhaps not over sound. APOLLO. You fly, alas! not knowing whom you fly; Nor ill-bred swain, nor rusty clown, am 1: I Claros isle, and Tenedos, command 3 Lady Ranelagh. Lady Salisbury. First, therefore, be not so extremely rude. Tear not the hedges down, nor tread the clover, Like an hobgoblin, rather than a lover. Next, to my father's grotto sometimes come; At ebbing tide he always is at home. Read the Courant with him, and let him know A little politics; how matters go Lady Jane, sister to the Duke of douglas, after These sort of folks will to each other tell, wards married to sir John Stewart. That you respect me; that, you know, looks well, |