This coach that with the blazon'd 'fcutcheon glows,
Vain of his unknown race, the coxcomb fhows.
Here the brib'd lawyer, funk in velvet, fleeps;

The starving orphan, as he passes, weeps ; 580
There flames a fool, begirt with tinsell'd slaves,
Who waftes the wealth of a whole race of knaves.
That other, with a cluftring train behind,
Owes his new honours to a fordid mind.
This next in court-fidelity excels,

The publick rifles, and his country fells.
May the proud chariot never be my fate,
If purchas'd at fo mean, so dear a rate;
O rather give me fweet content on foot,
Wrapt in my virtue, and a good Surtout !

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TRIVIA.

TRIVIA

BOOK III.

Of walking the Streets by Night.

Trivia Goddess, leave these low abodes,

And traverse o'er the wide ethereal roads ;
Celestial Queen, put on thy robes of light,
Now Cynthia nam'd, fair regent of the night.
At fight of thee the villain fheaths his fword,

Nor scales the wall, to steal the wealthy hoard.
O may thy filver lamp from heav'ns high bow'r
Direct my footsteps in the midnight hour!

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When night first bids the twinkling stars appear, Or with her cloudy veft inwraps the air, Then fwarms the bufy ftreet; with caution tread, Where the fhop-windows falling threat thy head ; Now lab'rers home return, and join their strength To bear the tott'ring plank, or ladder's length;

Still fix thy eyes intent upon the throng,

And as the paffes open, wind along.

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Where the fair columns of St. Clement stand, Whose ftraiten'd bounds encroach upon the Strands Where the low penthouse bows the walker's head, And the rough pavement wounds the yielding tread; Where not a poft protects the narrow space, And ftrung in twines, combs dangle in thy face; Summon at once thy courage, rouze thy care, Stand firm, look back, be refolute, beware. Forth iffuing from fleep lanes, the collier's fteeds 25 Drag the black load; another cart fucceeds, Team follows team, crouds heap'd on crouds appear, And wait impatient, 'till the road grow clear. Now all the pavement founds with trampling feet, And the mixt hurry barricades the street. Entangled here, the waggon's lengthen'd team Cracks the tough harnefs; here a pond'rous beam Lies over-turn'd athwart; for flaughter fed

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Here lowing bullocks raife their horned head.
Now oaths grow loud, with coaches coaches jar, 35
And the smart blow provokes the sturdy war;

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From the high box they whirl the thong around,

And with the twining lafh their shins refound:

Their rage ferments,more dang'rous wounds they try,

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And the blood gufhes down their painful eye.
And now on foot the frowning warriors light,
And with their pond'rous fifts renew the fight;
Blow anfwers blow, their cheeks are fmear'd with
blood,

'Till down they fall, and grappling roll in mud.

So when two boars, in wild * Ttene bred,

Or on Weftphalia's fatt'ning chestnuts fed,

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Gnash their sharp tusks, and rous'd with equal fire, Dispute the reign of fome luxurious mire;

In the black flood they wallow o'er and o'er,

'Till their arm'd jaws diftil with foam and gore. so Where the mob gathers, swiftly shoot along, Nor idly mingle in the noify throng:

Lur'd by the filver hilt, amid the fwarm,

The subtil artift will thy fide disarm.

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Nor is thy flaxen wig with fafety worn; High on the fhoulder, in a basket born * New Forest in Hampshire, antiently fo called.

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Lurks the fly boy; whofe hand to rapine bred,

Plucks off the curling honours of thy head.
Here dives the skulking thief with practis'd fleight,
And unfelt fingers make thy pocket light.
Where's now thy watch, with all its trinkets, flown?

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And thy late fnuff-box is no more thy own.
But lo! his bolder theft fome tradesman spies,
Swift from his prey the fcudding lurcher flies;
Dext'rous he 'scapes the coach with nimble bounds,
Whilst ev'ry honeft tongue ftop thief resounds. 66
So fpeeds the wily fox, alarm'd by fear,

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Who lately filch'd the turkey's callow care';
Hounds following hounds grow louder as he flies,
And injur'd tenants join the hunter's cries.
Breathless he ftumbling falls: Ill-fated boy!
Why did not honeft work thy youth employ?
Seiz'd by rough hands, he's dragg'd amid the rout,
And stretch'd beneath the pump's inceffant spout:
Or plung❜d in miry ponds, he gasping lies,
Mud chokes his mouth, and plaisters o'er his eyes.
Let not the ballad-finger's fhrilling strain

Amid the swarm thy lift'ning ear detain:

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