S. My dearest Dove, one wife man fays, "We 're here to-day, and gone to-morrow:" 375 Then what avails fuperfluous forrow! Another, full as wife as he, Adds; that "a marry'd man may fee "Two happy hours ;" and which are they? 380 The first and laft, perhaps you'll fay. 'Tis true, when blithe fhe goes to bed, "Women 'twixt sheets are beft, 'tis said, (Ah, Turtle! had the been like thee, 390 But she was peevish, noify, bold, 395 400 We, We, young or old, or Cock or Hen, The nearest her, the more accurft, Ill far'd her friends, her husband worst. Remarks our faults, but hears our prayers. 405 In fhort, the dy'd. Why then fhe's dead, 410 Would heaven, this mourning year were past! The Devil's Wife was but a fiend. T. Thy Tale has rais'd a Turtle's fpleen, Uxorious inmate! bird obfcene! Dar'ft thou defile these facred groves, 41 420 From bottles on a suburb-wall. 1425 Where thou hast been, return again, Vile Bird! thou haft convers'd with Men; Thofe vileft creatures under Heaven. 430 To Cities and to Courts repair, Where riches triumph over joy ; Where Where Paffion does with Interest barter, APPLICATION, O dearest Daughter of two dearest Friends, 440 445 *Lady Margaret Cavendish Harley, daughter of Edward earl of Oxford, and afterwards Duchefs of Portland. DOWN DOWN-HALL: A BALLAD. To the Tune of, King JOHN and the Abbot of I CANTERBURY, 1715. SING not old Jason, who travel'd through Greece, 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 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 converfe with old Pen. Hang Homer and Virgil! their meaning to feek, 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, call'd Matthew and John *: And how they rid friendly from fine London town, Fair Effex to fee, and a place they call Down. *Mr. Prior, and Mr. John Morley of Halstead. Now ere they went out you may rightly suppose How much they difcours'd both in prudence and profe; For, before this great journey was throughly concerted, 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 still carry'd my Sovereign's warrants, 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 just such a place in my eye. There are gardens fo ftately, and arbours so thick, A portal of stone, and a fabrick 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 must by law be made certain: We both must 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 Matthew, I know, that, from Berwick to Dover, You've fold all our premiffes over and over : And now, if your buyers and fellers agree, You may throw all our acres into the South Sea. But a word to the purpofe: to-morrow, dear friend, We'll fee, what to-night you fo highly commend; And, if with a garden and house I am bleft, Let the Devil and Coningsby go with the reft. Then |