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So now, as health or temper changes,
In larger compass Alma ranges,
This day below, the next above,
As light or solid whimsies move.
So merchant has his house in town,
And country-feat near Bansted-down:
From one he dates his foreign letters,
Sends out his goods, and duns his debtors :
In t'other, at his hours of leisure,
He smokes his pipe, and takes his pleasure.
And now your matrimonial Cupid,
Lash'd on by time, grows tir'd and stupid.
For story and experience tell us
That man grows old, and woman jealous.
Both would their little ends secure;
He sighs for freedom, she for power :
His wishes tend abroad to roam,
And hers to domineer at home.
Thus passion flags by now degrees,
And, ruffled more, delighted less,
The busy mind does seldom go
To those once-charming seats below;
But, in the breast incamp’d, prepares
For well-bred feints and future wars.:
The man suspects his lady's crying
(When he last autumn lay a-dying)
Was but to gain him to appoint her
By codicil a larger jointure.
The woman finds it all a trick,
That he could swoon when she was fick ;
And knows that in that grief he reckon'd
On black-ey'd Susan for his second.
Thus, having strove some tedious years
With feign’d desires, and real fears ;
And, tir'd with answers and replies
Of John affirms, and Martha lies,
Leaving this endless altercation,
The mind affects a higher station.
Poltis, that generous king of Thrace,
I think, was in this very case.
All Asia now was by the ears,
And Gods beat up for volunteers
To Greece and Troy; while Poltis fat
In quiet governing his state.
And whence, said the pacific king,
Does all this noise and discord spring?
Why, Paris took Atrides' wife-
With ease I could compose this itrife :
The injur'd hero should not lose,
Nor the young lover want a spouse.
But Helen chang'd her first condition,
Without her husband's just permission.
What from the dame can Paris hope ?
She may as well from him elope.
Again, how can her old good man
With honour take her back again?
From hence I logically gather,
The woman cannot live with either.
Now, I have two right honest wives,
For whose possession no man strives :
One to Atrides I will send,
And t'other to my Trojan friend.
Each prince shall thus with honour have
What both so warmly seem to crave :
The wrath of Gods and man shall cease,
And Poltis live and die in peace.
Dick, if this story pleaseth thee,
Pray thank Dan Pope, who told it me.
Howe'er swift Alma's flight may vary,
(Take this by way of corollary)
Some limbs she finds the very fame,
In place, and dignity, and name :
These dwell at such convenient distance,
That each may give his friend assistance.
Thus he who runs or dances begs
The equal vigour of two legs ;
So much to both does Alma trust,
She ne'er regards which goes the first.
Teague could make neither of them stay,
When with himself he ran away.
The man who struggles in the fight
Tatigues left arm as well as right;
For, whilft one hand exalts the blow,
And on the earth extends the foe,
T'other would take it wondrous ill,
If in your pocket he lay still.
And, when you shoot, and shut one eye,
You cannot think he would deny
To lend the other friendly aid,
Or wink as coward, and afraid.
No, Sir; whilst he withdraws his flame,
His comrade takes the surer aim.
One moment if his beams recede ;
As soon as e’er the bird is dead,
Opening again, he lays his claim
To half the profit, half the fame,
And helps to pocket up the game.
'Tis thus one tradesman lips away,
To give his partner fairer play.
Some limbs again, in bulk or stature
Unlike, and not a-kin by nature,
In concert act, like modern friends,
Because one ferves the other’s ends.
The arm thus waits upon the heart,
So quick to take the bully's part,
That one, though warm, decides more flow
Than t'other executes the blow.
A stander-by may chance to have it,
Ere Hack himself perceives he gave it.
The amorous eyes thus always go A-trolling for their friends below ; For, long before the squire and dame Have tête à tête reliev'd their flame, Ere visits yet are brought about, The eye by sympathy looks out, Knows Florimel, and longs to meet her, And, if he fees, is sure to greet her, Though at safh-window, on the stairs, At court, nay (authors say) at prayers.
The funeral of some valiant knight
Mày give this thing its proper light.
View his two gauntlets; these declare
That both his hands were us'd to war.
And from his two gilt spurs 'tis learn'd
His feet were equally concern'd.
But have you not with thought beheld
The sword hang dangling o'er the shield ?
Which thews the breast, that plate was us’d to,
Had an ally right arm to trust to :
And, by the peep-holes in his crest,
Is it not virtually confest
That there his eyes took distant aim,
and glanc'd respect to that bright dame,
whose delight his hope was center'd,
und for whose glove his life he ventur'd ?
Objections to my general system
M ay rise perhaps"; and I have mift them :
Runt I can call to my assistance
Droximity (mark that!) and distance;
in prove that all things, on occasion,
Love union, and desire adhesion ;
That Alma merely is a scale,
and motives, like the weights, prevail.
f neither side turn down nor up,
W ith loss or gain, with fear or hope,
The balance always would hang even,
. Like Mah’met's tomb, 'twixt earth and heaven.
This, Richard, is a curious case :
Suppose your eyes sent equal rays