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With Plumage varying in the Sun, Tom rais'd his Head, and thus begun : "Abufive Scorner! falsely vain! "Unmov'd, your Insult we sustain ; "Our mated Loves, endear'd by Truth, "Survive the tranfient Bloom of Youth: "Not with the Kiss our Pleasure ends; "Not Lovers only- Doves are Friends."Thro' Life, but one our mutual Aim, "Our Fears, Hopes, Wishes, all the fame. "Unlov'd, unloving, wretched Bird! "With Female Rakes, a Rake you herd. "When ftung by Jealousy or Rage, "You bold and bloody Combat wage, "Of all your Train, will one stand by, "With panting Breast, and wishful Eye ? "You fall- another fills your Place; "Moft welcome ftill the newest Face.”

As meet, her Place Tom's Female knew, (In Turtles prudent Wives we view) Silent fhe fat, with Rapture high, Full on dear Tom was fix'd her Eye.

Yet as he finifh'd, 'tis confeft,

She arch'd her Neck, and rear'd her Creft;
As proud to own the glorious Cause,
And clapt her Wings, and coo'd Applaufe.

'Go! (cry'd the Cock) my Soul disdains
To make Reply! Go, hug your Chains !"
He scarce had ended, when behold,
A Rival comes, as young, as bold!

His wanton Wish his Looks proclaim;
With anfw'ring Looks the Females came:
His Wish they crown'd, he crows aloud;
His Death the rival'd Boafter vow'd:
They fight, and dreadful Scenes enfue,
Their Females, unconcern'd, withdrew.
This dies; our Hero, maim'd, furvives,
The Scorn of all his twenty Wives.
Opprobrious, now, he hides his Head;
None mourn the Wounded, nor the Dead.
New Rakes, new Loves, new Broils fucceed,
They riot, envy, fight, and bleed.
With speechless Joy the Turtles glow'd,
Their Joys their meeting Glances show'd:
And blefs'd the gracious Pow'r above,
That each at firft was form'd a Dove.
Let others take from Cocks their Cue,
And range wide Nature's Common thro';
By Doves inftructed, you and I,
Each with his one can live and die.





AR in a Wild, unknown to public View,
From Youth to Age, a rev'rend Hermit



The Mofs his Bed, the Cave his humble Cell, His Food the Fruits, his Drink the crystal Well :

Remote from Man, with God he pass'd the Days,

Pray'r all his Bus'nefs, all his Pleasure Praise.

A Life fo facred, fuch ferene Repose, Seem'd Heav'n itself, 'till one Suggestion rofe; That Vice fhould triumph, Virtue Vice obey, This sprung fome Doubt of Providence's Sway: His Hopes no more a certain Prospect boast, And all the Tenor of his Soul is loft:

So when a smooth Expanse receives imprest Calm Nature's Image on its wat❜ry Breast, Down bend the Banks, the Trees depending


And Skies beneath with anfw'ring Colours glow. But if a Stone the gentle Sea divide,

Swift ruffling Circles curl on ev'ry Side;

And glimm'ring Fragments of a broken Sun, Banks, Trees, and Skies, in thick Disorder


To clear this Doubt, to know the World
by Sight,

To find if Books or Swains report it right;
(For yet by Swains alone the World he knew,
Whole Feet came wand'ring o'er the nightly

He quits his Cell; the Pilgrim-Staff he bore,
And fix'd the Scallop in his Hat before ;


Then with the Sun a rifing Journey went, Sedate to think, and watching each Event. The Morn was wafted in the pathlefs Grafs,

And long and lonesome was the Wild to pass; But when the Southern Sun had warm'd the


A Youth came pofting o'er a croffing Way; His Raiment decent, his Complexion fair, And soft in graceful Ringlets wav'd his Hair. Then near approaching, Father, hail! he cry'd ;

And hail, my Son! the rev'rend Sire reply'd: Words follow'd Words, from Question Answer flow'd,

And Talk of various Kind deceiv'd the Road; 'Till each with other pleas'd, and loth to part, While in their Age they differ, join in Heart: Thus ftands an aged Elm in Ivy bound,

Thus youthful Ivy clafps an Elm around.

Now funk the Sun; the clofing Hour of


Came onward, mantled o'er with fober Grey; Nature in Silence bid the World repofe; When near the Road a stately Palace rose : There, by the Moon, thro' Ranks of Trees

they pass,

Whose Verdure crown'd their floping Sides of


It chanc'd, the noble Mafter of the Dome Still made his House the wand'ring Stranger's

Home :

Yet still the Kindness, from a Thirst of Praise, Prov'd the vain Flourish of expensive Eafe. The Pair arrive; the liv'ry'd Servants wait; Their Lord receives them at the pompous Gate.

The Table groans with coftly Piles of Food, And all is more than hofpitably good.

Then led to Reft, the Day's long Toil they drown,

Deep funk in Sleep, and Silk, and Heaps of Down.

At length 'tis Morn, and, at the Dawn of


Along the wide Canals the Zephyrs play ; Fresh o'er the gay Parterres the Breezes creep, And shake the neighb'ring Wood to banish


Up rife the Guefts, obedient to the Call,
An early Banquet deck'd the fplendid Hall;
Rich lufcious Wine a golden Goblet grac'd,.
Which the kind Mafter forc'd the Guests to

Then pleas'd and thankful, from the Porch

they go;

And, but the Landlord, none had Caufe of


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