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Slander befide her, like a Mag-pie, chatters, With Envy, (fpitting Cat) dread foe to peace; Like a curs'd Cur, Malice before her clatters,
And vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to
Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry Collier's hand, Her mouth was black as bull-dogs at the stall: She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace ne band, And bitch and rogue her answer was to all; 40 Nay, e'en the parts of shame by name would call : Yea, when she paffed by or lane or nook, Would greet the man who turn'd him to the Wall, And by his hand obfcene the porter took, Nor ever did afkance like modest Virgin look.
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Woolwich and Wapping, fmelling ftrong of pitch; Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown, And Twick'nam fuch, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, ftatues, urns, and Jo---n's Dog and Bitch,
WALL E R.
Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.
AIR Charmer, cease, nor make your voice's
A heart refign'd the conquest of your eyes:
This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too.
On a FAN of the Author's defign, in which was painted the ftory of CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA VENI.
OME, gentle Air! th' Æolian shepherd faid,
While Procris panted in the secret shade; Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her fwain expiring lies.
Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray,
Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives,
At random wounds, nor knows the wound the
She views the story with attentive eyes,
And pities Procris, while her lover dies.
AIN would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
There the Infants in their beds are laid, 15 green
The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade.
Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants
And vernal honours to their autumn join;