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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.
Hard by a fty, beneath a roof of thatch,
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
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
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town,
Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.
FAIR charmer, ceafe, nor make your voice's
A heart refign'd, the conqueft of your eyes:
This vocal wood had drawn the poet too.
ON A FAN OF THE AUTHOR'S DESIGN, in which was painted the flory of CEPHALIS and PROCRIS, with the motto, AURA VENI.
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.
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;
And vary'd tulips fhow fo dazzling gay,
There the green infants in their beds are laid, 15
HILE Celia's tears make forrow bright,
The fun, next those the faireft light,
Thus from the ocean firft did rife:
And thus through mists we see the sun,
Thefe filver-drops, like morning: dew,
The baby in that funny íphere
So like a Phaeton appears,
That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to fpare, 45
Earl of ROCHESTER.
ILENCE! coeval with eternity;
Thou wert ere Nature's felf began to be,
'Twas one vaft nothing, all, and all slept faft in thee.
Thine was the fway, ere heav'n was form'd, or
Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant