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In risits if we chanc'd to meet,

We, young or old, or Cock or Men, I seem'd obliging, she discreet;

All liv'd in Æolus's den; We neither much caress'd nor strove,

The nearest her, the more accurst, But good dissembling pass'd for love.

Ill far'd her friends, her husband worst. T. Whate'er of light our eye may know,

But Jove, amidst his anger, spares, 'Tis only light itself can show;

Remarks our faults, but hears our prayers. Whate'er of love our heart can feel,

In short, she dy'd. Why then she's dead," 'Tis mutual love alone can tell.

Quoth I, “and once again I'll wed.” 8. My pretty, amorous, foolish bird,

Would Heaven this mourning year were past! A moment's patience! in one word,

One may have better luck at last. The three kind sisters broke the chain;

Matters at worst are sure to mend, She dy'd, I mourn'd, and woo'd again.

The Devil's wife was but a fiend. T. Let me with juster grief deplore

'f. Thy tale has rais'd a Turtle's spleen, My dear Columbo, now no more;

Uxorious inmate! bird obscene! Let me with constant tears bewail

Dar`st thou defile these sacred groves, 8. Your sorrow does but spoil my tale.

These silent seats of faithful loves? My fifth, she prov'd a jealous wife,

Begone, with flagging wings sit down Lord shield us all from such a life!

On some old pent-house near the town; "Twas doubt, complaint, reply, chit-chat,

In brewers' stables peck thy grain, 'Twas this, to day; to morrow, that.

Then wash it down with puddled rain; Sometimes, forsooth, upon the brook

And hear thy dirty offspring squall I kept a miss; an honest Rook

From bottles on a suburb wall. Told it a Snipe, who told a Steer,

Where thou hast been, return again, Who told it those, who told it her.

Vile bird ! thou hast convers'd with men; One day a Linnet and a Lark

Notions like these from men are given, Had met me strolling in the dark;

Those vilest creatures under Heaven. The next a Woodcock and an Owl,

To cities and to courts repair, Quick-sighted, grave, and sober fowl,

Flattery and Falsehood flourish there; Would on their corporal oath allege,

There all thy wretched arts employ, I kiss'd a Hen behind the hedge.

Where Riches triumph over Joy; Well, madam Turtle, to be brief,

Where Passion does with interest barter, (Repeating but renews our grief)

And Hym n holds by Mammon's charter; As once she watch'd me from a rail,

W'he e Truth by point of Law is parry'd, (Poor soul!) her footing chanc'd to fail,

And knaves and prudes are six times marry
And down she fell, and broke her hip;
The fever came, and then the pip:

Death did the only cure apply,

WRITTEN LONG AFTER THE TALE. She was at quiet, so was 1.

T. Could Love unmor'd these changes view ? O DEAREST daughter of two dearest friends, His sorrows, as bis joys, are true.

To thee my Muse this little tale commends. s. My dearest Dove, one wise man says,

Loving and lov'd, regard thy future mate, Alluding to our pr sent case,

Long love his person, though deplore his fate; We're here to day, and gone to morrow!" Seem young when old in thy dear husband's arms, Then what avails superfluous sorrow?

For constant virtue has immortal charms. Another, full as wise as he,

And when I lie low sepulchred in earth, Adds, that “a marry'd man may see

And the glad year returns thy day of birth, Two happy hours;" and which are they?

Vouchsafe to say, “ Ere I could write or spell, The first and last, perhaps you'll say:

The bard, who from my cradle wish'd me well, 'Tis true, when blithe she goes to bed,

Told me I should the prating Sparrow blame, And when she peaceably lies dead;

And bade me imitate the Turtle's flame." “ Women 'twixt sheets are best,” 'tis said, Be they of holland, or of lead.

Now, curd of Hymen's hopes and fears, And sliding down the vale of years,

I hop'd to fix my future rest,

And took a widow to my nest.
(Ab, Turtle! had she been like thee,
Sober, yet gentle; wise, yet free!)
But she was peevish, noisy, bold,

KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURT, A witch ingrafted on a scold.

1715. Jove in Pandora's box contin'd A hundred ills, to vex mankind;

I SING tot old Jason, who trareil'd through Greece, To vex one bird, in her bandore

To kiss the fair maids, and possess the rich fleece ; He had at least a hundred more.

Nor sing Lineas, who, led by his mother, And, soon as time that reil withdrew,

Got rid of one wife, and went far for another. The plagues o'er all the parish few;

Derry down, down, hey derry down. Her stork of borrow'd tears grew dry, And native tempests arın'd her eve;

? Lary Margaret Cavendish Harley, daughter of Black clouds around fier forehead hung,

Edward earl of Oxford, and afterwards dutchess Ånd thunder rattled on her tongue.

of Portland


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Nor him who through Asia and Europe did roam, Draw up," quoth friend Matthew; “ pull Ulysses by name, who ne'er cry'd to go home,

down," quoth friend John, But rather desir'd to see cities and men,

« We shall be both hotter and colder anon." Than return to his farms,and converse with old Pen. Thus, talking and scolding, they forward did speed;

And Ralpho pac'd by, under Newman the Swede. Hang Homer and Virgil! their meaning to seek, A man imust have pok'd into Latin and Greek; Into an old inn did this equipage roll, Those who love their own tongue, we have reason At a town they call Hodson, the sign of the Bull, to hope,

Near a nymph with an urn that divides the highHave read them translated by Dryden and Pope. And into a puddle throws mother of tea. (way,

But I sing of exploits that have lately been done “ Come here, my sweet landlady, pray how d'ye By two British heroes, cail'd Matthew and John":

do? And how they rid friendly from line London town, Where is Cicily so cleanly, and Prudence, and Sue? Fair Essex to see, and a place they call Down. And where is the widow that dwelt here belor ? Now ere they went out you may rightly suppose

And the hostler that sung about eight years ago? How much they discours d both in prudence and

“And where is your sister, so mild and so dear? prose;

Whose voice to her maids like a trumpet was For, before this great journey was throughly con


II think: certed,

“ By my troth!” she replies, “ you grow younger, Full often they met, and as often they parted.

And pray, sir, what wine does the gentleman drink? And thus Matthew said, “ Look you here, my “ Why now let me die, sir, or live upon trust, friend John,

If I know to which question to answer you first : I fairly have travell’d years thirty and one ; Why things, since I saw you, most strangely have And, though I still carry'd my sovereign's warrants, I only have gone upon other folk's errands. The hostler is hang'd, and the widow is marry'd. And now in this journey of life I would have

And Prue left a child for the parish to nurse; A place where to bait, 'twixt the court and the

And Cicily went off with a gentleman's purse ; grave; Where joyful to live, not unwilling to die--"

And as to my sister, so mild and so dear, “ Gadzooks! I have just such a place in my eye.

She has lain in the church-yard full many a year." There are gardens so stately, and arbour's so

“ Well, peace to her ashes ! what signifies thick,

grief? A portal of stone, and a fabric of brick :

She roasted red veal, and she powder'd lean beef : The matter next week shall be all in your power;

Full nicely she knew to cook up a fine dish; But the money, gadzooks ! must be paid in an

For tough were her pullets, and tender her fish.” i hour.

“ For that matter, sir, be you 'squire, knight, " For things in this world must by law be made or lord, We both must repair unto Oliver Martin; (certain :

I'll give you whate'cr a good inn can afford : For he is a lawyer of worthy renown,

I should look on myself as unhappily sped, P'll bring you to see: he must fix you at Down." Did I yield to a sister, or living, or dead.

“ Of mutton a delicate neck and a breast Quoth Matthew, “ I know, that, from Berwick

Shall swim in the water in which they were drest: to Dover, You've sold all our premises over and over:

And, because you great folks are with rarities taken,

[bacon." And now, if your buyers and sellers agree,

Addle-eggs shall be next course, tost up with rank You may throw all our acres into the South Sea. “ But a word to the purpose: to morrow, dear

Then supper was serv'd, and the sheets they were friend,

laid, We'll see what to night you so highly commend; And Morley most lovingly whisper'd the maid. And, if with a garden and house I am blest,

The maid ! was she handsome? why truly so-so : Let the Devil and Coningsby go with the rest."

But what Morley whisper'd we never shall know. Then answered 'squire Morley. “ Pray get a Then up rose these heroes as brisk as the Sun, calash,

(splash; And their horses, like his, were prepared to run. That in summer may burn, and in winter may Now when in the morning Matt ask'd for the score, I love dirt and dust; and 'tis always my pleasure, John kindly had paid it the evening before. To take with me much of the soil that I measure."

Their breakfast so warm to be sure they did eat, But Matthew thought better; for Matthew | A custom in travellers mighty discreet ; thought right,

And thus with great friendship and glee they went And hired a chariot so trim and so tight,

To find out the place you shall hear of anon, (on, That extremes both of winter and suinmer might

Call'd Down, down, hey derry down. pass :

But what did they talk of from morning to noon? For one window was canvas, the other was glass.

Why of spots in the Sun, and the man in the Moon;

Of the Czar's gentle temper, the stocks in the city, • Mr. Prior, and Mr. John Morley of Halstead. The wise men of Greece, and the secret committee

ails :


So to Harlow they came; and, “ Hey! where O Morley! O Morley ! if that be a hall, are you all!

The fame with the building will suddenly fallShow us into the parlour, and mind when I call : With your friend Jemmy Gibbs about buildings Why your maids have no motion, your men have

agree; no life;

My business is land, and it matters nat me.". Well master, I hear you have bury'd your wife,

I wish you could tell what a duce your head “ Come this very instant, take care to provide

(sailles ? Tea, sugar, and toast, and a horse and a guide. I show'd you Down-Hall; did you look for VerAre the Harrisons here, both the old and the Then take house and farm as John Ballet will let young?

you, And where stands fair Down, the delight of my For better for worse, as I took my Dame Betty.

"O'squire, to the grief of my heart I may say, “ And now, sir, a word to the wise is enough; I have bury'd two wives since you travell'd this You'll make very little of all your old stuff: way;

And to build at your age, by my troth, you grow And the Harrisons both may be presently here ;

simple! And Down stands, I think, where it stood the ļast Are you young and rich, like the master of year.”

Wimple*? Then Joan brought the tea-pot, and Caleb the “ If you have these whims of apartments and toast,


gardens, And the wine was froth'd out by the hand of mine From twice fifty acres you'll ne'er see five farBut we clear'd our extempore banquet so fast,

things: That the Harrisons both were forgot in the baste. And in yours I shall find the true gentleman's fate; Now hey for Down-hal!! for the guide he was

Ere you finish your house, you'll bave spent your

estate. got; The chariot was mounted; the horses did trot; Now let us touch thumbs, and be friend's ere The guide he did bring us a dozen miles round,

we part.

(my heart. But, oh! all in vain, for no Down could be found. Here, John, is my thumb;' “and, here, Mat, is “ O thou popish guide, thou hast led us

To Halstead I speed, and you go back to town."

Thus ends the First Part of the Ballad of Down. astray." Says he, “ How the Devil should I know the way?

Derry down, down, hey derry down.
I never yet travell'd this road in my life:
But Down lies on the left, I was told by my wife."
Thy wife," answer'd Matthew, “ when she
went abroad,

Ne'er told thee of half the by-ways she bad trod :
Perhaps she met friends, and bronght pence to
thy house,

But thou shalt go home without ever a sous.
“ What is this thing, Morley, and how can



NOVEMBER 9, 1719. We have lost our estate here, before we have seen

MADAM, " Have patience,” soft Morley, in anger reply'd : Sixct. Anna visited the Muses' seat “ To find out our way, let us send off our guide.

(Around her tornb let weeping angels wait!) "O here I spy Down : cast your eye to the Hail thou, the brightest of thy sex, and best, west,

(fest.” Most gracious neighbour', and most welcome guest. Where a windmill so stately stands plainly con Not Harley's self, to Cain and Isis dear, On the west,” reply'd Matthew,“ no windmill In virtues and in arts great Oxford's heir; I find :

Not he such present honour shall receive, As well thou may'st tell me, I see the west-wind. As to his consort we aspire to give. “Now, pardon me, Morley, the wind-mill I spy,

Writings of men our thoughts to day neglects, But, faithful Achates, no house is there nigh."

To pay due homage to the softer sex: " Look again,” says mild Morley ; gadzooks!

Plato and Tully we forbear to read,

And their great followers whom this house has bred, you are blind : The mill stands before, and the house lies behind.” | To study lessons from thy morals giren,

And shining characters, impressd by Heaven, “ , now a low ruin'd white shed I discern, Science in books no longer we pursue, Until'd and unglaz'd; I believe 'tis a barn." Minerva's self in Harriet's face we view;

A barn! why you rave: 'tis a house for a squire, For, when with beauty we can virtue join, A justice of peace, or a knight of our shire.” We paint the semblance of a form divine. A house shonld be built, or with brick, or

Their pious incense let our neighbours bring, with stone.'

[one; To the kind memory of some bounteous king; “ Why 'tis plaster and lath ; and I think that's all And such as it is, it has stood with great fame,

4 Edward Earl of Oxford. Been called a Hall, and has given its name

To Down, down, hey derry down." $ The family seat was then at Wimple.





With grateful hand due altars let them raise, Through many a blooming mead they past,
To some good knight's or holy prelate's' praise : And at a brook arrive at last.
We tune our voices to a nobler theme,

The purling stream, the niargin green,
Your eyes we bless, your praises we proclaim;

With flowers bedeck'd, a vernal scene, Saint John's was founded in a woman's name.

Învited each itinerant maid
Enjoin'd by statute, to the fair we bow;

To rest awhile beneath the shade.
In spite of Time, we keep our ancient vow; l'nder a spreading beech they sat,
What Margaret Tudor was, is Harriet Harley now. And pass'd the time with female chat;

Wbilst each her character maintain’d;
One spoke her thoughts, the other feign'd.

At length, quoth Falsehood, “Sister Truth,',

(For so she call'd her from her youth)
“ What if, to shun yon sultry beam,

We bathe in this delightfnl stream;

The bottom smooth, the water clear,
FEBRUARY 2, 1720.

And there's no prying shepherd near !"

“ With all my heart,” the nymph reply'd, SPOKEN BY LORD DUPLIN, WHO ACTED CORDELIO And threw her snowy robes aside,

Stript herself naked to the skin, What! would my humble comrades have me say, And with a spring leapt headlong in. Gentle spectators, pray excuse the play ?Falsehood more leisurely undrest, Such work by hireling actors should be done, And, laying by her taudry vest, Whom you may clap or hiss for half a crown. Trick'd herself out in Truth's array, Our generous scenes for friendship we repeat; And cross the meadows tript away. And, if we don't delight, at least we treat.

From this curst hour, the fraudful damo Ours is the damage, if we chance to blunder; Of sacred Truth usurps the name, We may be ask'd, “Whose patent we act under ?” And, with a vile, perfidious mind, How shall we gain you, à la mode de France ? Roams far and near, to cheat mankind; We hir'd this room; but none of us can dance. False sighs suborns, and artful tears, In cutting capers we shall never please:

And starts with vain pretended fears ; Our learning does not lie below our knees.

In visits still appears most wise, Shall we procure you symphony and sound ? And rolls at church her saint-like eyes ; Then you must each subscribe two hundred pound. Talks very much, plays idle tricks, There we should fail too, as to point of voice : While rising stock ber conscience pricks ; Mistake is not; we're no Italian boys,

When being, poor thing, extremely gravello True Britons born; from Westminster we come, She secrets op'd, and all unrarell'd. And only speak the style of ancient Rome.

But on she will, and secrets tell, We would deserve, not poorly beg, applause;

Of Jolm and Joan, and Ned and Nell, And stand or fall by Freind's and Busby's laws. Reviling every one she knows,

For the distress'd, your pity we implore : As fancy leads, beneath the rose. If once refus'd, we'll trouble you no more,

Her tongue só voluble and kind,
But leave our Orphan squalling at your door.

It always runs before her mind;
As times do serve, she slily pleads,
And copious tears still show her needs,

With promises as thick as weeds-

Speaks pro and con, is wondrous civil,

To day a saint, to morrow devil. u. On! with what woes am I opprest !

Poor Truth she stript, as has been said, w. Be still, you senseless calf!

And naked left the lovely maid, What if the gods should make you blest?

Who, scorning from her cause to wince, h. Why then I'd sing and laugh:

Has gone stark-naked ever since; But, if they won't, l'll wail and cry.

And ever naked will appear, w. You'll hardly laugh, before you die.

Belov'd by all who Truth revere.

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When sober Damon thus began

“ Know him! d'ye question it? Odo-fish) (And Damon is a clever man):

Sir, does a beggar know his dish? “ I now grow old; but still, from youth,

I lov'd him; as I told you, I Have held for modesty and truth.

*Advis'd himHere a stander-by The men, who by these sea-marks steer,

Twitch'd Damon gently by the cloke, In life's great voyage never err:

And thus, unwilling, silence broke: Upon this point I dare defy

Damon, 'tis time we should retire: The world. I pause for a reply.”

The man you talk with is Mat Prior." Sir, either is a good assistant,”

Patron thro’ life, and from thy birth my friend. . Said one who sat a little distant:

Dorset! to thee this fable let me send : “ Truth decks our speeches and our books, And Modesty adorns our looks :

With Damon's lightness weigh thy solid worth';

The foil is known to set the diamond forth:
But farther progress we must take:
Not only born to look and speak;

Let the feign'd tale this real moral give,
The man must act. The Stagyrite

How many Damons, how few Dorsets live |
Says thus, and says extremely right:
Strict Justice is the sovereign guide,
That o'er our actions should preside:
This queen of virtues is confest

To regulate and bind the rest.
Thrice happy, if you once can find

Thus Kitty', beautiful and young,
Her equal balance poise your mind :

And wild as colt untam'd, All different graces soon will enter,

Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung, Like lines concurrent to their centre."!

With little rage inflam'd: 'Twas thus, in short, these two went on, With yea and nay, and pro and con,

Inflam'd with rage at sad restraint, Through many points divinely dark,

Which wise mamma ordain’d; And Waterland assaulting Clarke;

And sorely vex'd to play the saint, Till, in theology half lost,

Whilst wit and beauty reign'd: Damon took up the Evening-Post;

“ Shall I thumb holy books, confin'd Confounded Spain, compos'd the North,

With Abigails forsaken? And deep in politics held forth. “ Methinks we're in the like condition,

Kitty's for other things design'd,

Or I am much mistaken.
As at the treaty of Partition :
That stroke, for all king William's care,

“ Must lady Jenny frisk about, Begat another tedious war.

And visit with her cousins?, Matthew, who knew the whole intrigue,

At balls must she make all the rout,
Ne'er much approv'd that mystic league :

And bring home hearts by dozens ?
In the vile Utrecht treaty too,
Poor man! he found enough to do.

“ What has she better, pray, than 1, Sometimes to me he did apply ;

What hidden charms to boast, But down-right Dunstable was 1,

That all mankind for her should die, And told him where they were mistaken,

Whilst I am scarce a toast? And counsell'd him to save his bacon:

“ Dearest mamma! for once let me, But (pass his politics and prose)

Unchain'd, my fortune try; I never herded with his foes;

I'll have my earl as well as she?,
Nay, in his verses, as a friend,

Or know the reason why.
I still found something to commend.
Sir, I excusd his Nut-brown Maid,

“ I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score, Whate'er severer critics said;

Make all her lovers fall: Too far, I own, the girl was try'd;

They'll grieve I was not loos'd before; The women all were on my side.

She, I was loos'd at all.” For Alma I return'd bim thanks;

Fondness prevail'd, mamma gave way; Ilik'd her with her little pranks.

Kitty, at heart's desire, Indeed, poor Solomon in rhyme

Obtain'd the chariot for a day,
Was much too grave to be sublime."

And set the world on fire.
Pindar and Damon scorn transition,
So on he ran a new division;
Till, out of breath, he turn'd to spit
(Chance often helps us more than wit).
T'other that lucky moment took,

Just nick'd the time, broke in and spoke.

When Kneller's works of various grace “ Of all the gifts the gods afford,

Were to fair Venus showir, (If we may take old Tully's word) The greatest is a friend, whose love

The goddess spy'd in every face

Some features of her own.
Knows how to praise, and when reprove :
From such a treasure never part,
But hang the jewel on your heart:

Lady Catharine Hyde, now duchess of Queens. And, pray, sir, (it delights me) tell,

berry. You know this author mighty well"

- The earl of Essex married lady Jane Hyde.

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