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The fnappish cur, (the paffengers annoy), Clofe at my heel with yelping treble flies; The whimp'ring girl, and hoarfer-screaming boy, Join to the yelping treble fhrilling cries; The fcolding quean to louder notes doth rife, And her full pipes those fhrillings cries confound; To her full pipes the grunting hog replies; The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round, And curs, girls, boys, and fcolds, in the deep base are drown'd.

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Hard by a fty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days
Bafkets of fish at Billingfgate did watch,
Cod, whiting, oyfter, mackrel, fprat, or plaice:
There learn'd the fpeech from tongues that never
cease.

Slander befide her, like a magpye, chatters, With Envy, (fpitting cat), dread foe to peace; Like a curs'd' cur, Malice before her clatters, 35 And vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to

tatters.

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Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry collier's hand, Her mouth was black as bull-dogs at the ftall: She fcratched, bit, and fpar'd ne lace ne band, And bitch and rogue her anfwer was to all; Nay, e'en the parts of shame by name would call: Yea, when the paffed by or lane or nook, Would greet the man who turn'd him to the wall, And by his hand obscene the porter took, Nor ever did afkance like modeft virgin look. 45

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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 fcenes enrich,
Grots, ftatues, urns, and Jo----n's Dog and Bitch,
Ne village is without, on either fide,
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All up the filver Thames, or all adown;
Ne Richmond's felf, from whofe tall front are ey'd
Vales, fpires, meand'ring ftreams, and Windfor's
tow'ry pride.

III.

WALLE R.

Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.

FAIR charmer, ceafe, nor make your voice's

prize,

A heart refign'd, the conqueft of your eyes:
Well might, alas! that threaten'd veffel fail,
Which winds and lightning both at once affail.
We were too blefs'd with these inchanting lays,
Which must be heav'nly when an angel plays :
But killing charms your lover's death contrive,
Left heav'nly mufic fhould be heard alive.
Orpheus could charm the trees; but thus a tree,
Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he:
A poet made the filent wood purfue,

This vocal wood had drawn the poet too.

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ON A FAN OF THE AUTHOR'S DESIGN, in which was painted the flory of CEPHALIS and PROCRIS, with the motto, AURA VENI.

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NOME, gentle air! th' Æolian fhepherd 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 ftray, Breathe on her lips, and in her bofom play! In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found, Nor could that fabled dart more furely wound: Both gifts deftructive to the givers prove; Alike both lovers fall by thofe they love. Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives, At random wounds, nor knows the wound the gives: She views the story with attentive eyes, And pities Procris, while her lover dies.

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COWLEY.

The GARDEN.

AIN would my mufe the flow'ry treasures fing, And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where op'ning roses breathing fweets diffuse, And foft carnations show'r their balmy dews; Where lilies fmile in virgin robes of white, The thin undress of fuperficial light;

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And vary'd tulips fhow fo dazzling gay,
Bluthing in bright diverfities of day.
Each painted flouret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties
And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees cathedral-walks compofe,
And mount the hill in venerable rows:

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There the green infants in their beds are laid, 15
The garden's hope, and its expected shade.
Here orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promife in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing bioffom promife more.
There in bright drops the cryital fountains play,
By laurels fhielded from the piercing day:
Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the ftream. 26
The stream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a fhelter from her boughs receives,
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's coolnes fpite of Summer's rays. 30

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WEEPING.

HILE Celia's tears make forrow bright,
Proud Grief fits fwelling in her eyes;

The fun, next those the faireft light,

Thus from the ocean firft did rife:

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And thus through mists we see the sun,
Which elfe we durft not gaze upon.

Thefe filver-drops, like morning: dew,
Foretel the fervour of the day:
So from one cloud foft show'rs we view,
And blafting lightning burft away.
The ftars that fall from Celia's eye,
Declare our doom in drawing nigh.

The baby in that funny íphere

So like a Phaeton appears,

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That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to fpare, 45
Thought fit to drown him in her tears:
Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph afpire,
To fet, like him, Heav'n too on fire.

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Earl of ROCHESTER.

On SILENCE.

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ILENCE! coeval with eternity;

Thou wert ere Nature's felf began to be,

'Twas one vaft nothing, all, and all slept faft in thee.

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Thine was the fway, ere heav'n was form'd, or

earth,

Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant

forth.

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