Oh, may this wondrous omen lucky prove! For L is found in Lubberkin and Love. "With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around." 60 Two hazel-nuts I threw into the flame, And to each out I gave a fweetheart's name ; This with the londeft bounce me fore amaz'd, That in a flame of brightest colour blaz'd. As blaz'd the nut, fo may thy paffion grow; For 'twas thy nut that did fo brightly glow. "With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around.” 65 As peafecods once I pluck'd, I chanc'd to fee One that was clofely fill'd with three times three, 70 Which when I cropp'd I fafely home convey'd, And o'er the door the fpell in fecret laid; My wheel I turn'd, and fung a ballad new, While from the fpindle I the fleeces drew; The latch mov'd up, when, who should first come in, 75 But, in his proper perfon,-Lubberkin. I broke my yarn, furpris'd the sight to fee; 80 "With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around." This Lady-fly I take from off the grafs, Whose spotted back might fcarlet red furpafs, Fly, Lady-bird, North, South, or Eaft, or Weft, 85 "Fly where the man is found that I love beft." He leaves my hand; fee to the Weft he's flown, To call my true-love from the faithless town. "With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around.' 90 I pare this pippin round and round again, My fhepherd's name to flourish on the plain, I fling th' unbroken paring o'er my head, Upon the grafs a perfect Z is read; Yet on my heart à fairer L is feen Than what the paring makes upon the green. "With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around." This pippin fhall another trial make, 95 ΤΙΟ As Lubberkin once flept beneath a tree, I twitch'd his dangling garter from his knee. He wift not when the hempen ftring I drew. Now mine I quickly doff, of inkle blue. Together faft I tye the garters twain; And while I knit the knot repeat this strain : "Three times a true-love's knot I tye fecure, 115 "Firm by the knot, firm may his love endure !" "With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around." "And turn me thrice around, around, around." 130 Fut hold our Lightfoot barks, and cocks his ears, O'er yonder ftile fee Lubberkin appears. He comes! he comes! Hobnelia's not bewray'd, "necto. VIRG. Should I reveal my grief, 'twould spoil thy cheer, And make thine eye o'erflow with many a tear. BUMKINET. "Hang forrow!" Let's to yonder hut repair, 15 And with trim fonnets "caft away our care." "Gillian of Croydon" well thy pipe can play : Thou fing'ft moit fweet, "O'er hills and far away." Of "Patient Griffel" I devife to fing, And catches quaint fhall make the vallies ring. Yes, blithfome lad, a tale I mean to fing, 20 75 The poultry there will feem around to Aand, Lament, ye fields, and rueful fymptoms show; Henceforth let not the fmelling primrofe grow; The tale fhall make our kidlings droop their head, 25 Let weeds, inftead of butter-flowers, appear, For, woe is me!-our Blouzelind is dead! Henceforth the morn fhall dewy forrow fhed, And evening tears upon the grafs be spread; The rolling ftreams with watery grief fhall flow, 35 And winds fhall moan aloud-when loud they blow. Henceforth, as oft' as autumn fhall return, The dropping trees, whene'er it rains, fhall mourn; The feafon quite fhall ftrip the country's pride, For 'twas in autumn Blouzelinda dy'd. 40 85 And meads, inftead of daifies, hemlock bear; Albeit thy fongs are fweeter to mine car, 95 When Blouzelind expir'd, the wether's bell Where'er I gad, I Blouzelind shall view, Woods, dairy, barn, and mows, our paffion knew. When I direct my eyes to yonder wood, Fresh rifing forrow curdles in my blood. Thither I've often been the damfel's guide, When rotten fticks our fuel have fupply'd; There remember how her faggots large Were frequently thefe happy fhoulders charge. Sometimes this crook drew hazel-boughs adown, And ftud her apron wide with nuts fo brown; 5 Or when her feeding hogs had mifs'd their way, Or wallowing 'mid a feast of acorns lay; Th' untoward creatures to the ftye I drove, And whistled all the way-or told my love. If by the dairy's hatch I chance to hie, I fhall her goodly countenance espy; For there her goodly countenance I've seen, Set off with kerchief starch'd and pinners clean. Sometimes, like wax, fhe rolls the butter round, Or with the wooden lily prints the pound. Whilom I've feen her fkim the clouted cream, And prefs from spongy curds the milky ftream But now, alas! thefe ears fhall hear no more The whining fwine furround the dairy door; No more her care fhall fill the hollow tray, To fat the guzzling hogs with floods of whey. Lament, ye fwine, in grunting fpend your grief, For you, like me, have loft your fole relief. When in the barn the founding flail I ply, Where from her fieve the chaff was wont to fly; Ver. 15. 55 65 "Incipe, Mopfe, prior, fi quos aut Phyllidis ignes, "Aut Alconis habes laudes, aut jurgia Codri." Ver: 93. 70« Tale tuum carmen nobis, divine poeta, Quale fopor feffis in gramine: quale per "Dulcis aquæ faliente fitim reftinguere rivo. "Nos tamen hæc quocunque modo tibi noftra viciffim Dicemus, Daphninque tuum tollemus ad aftra." Ver. 96. An imitation of Theocritus. VIRG." Ver. 27. Glee, Joy; from the Dutch Glooren, to recicate. When faft afleep they Bowzybeus fpy'd, 25 That bowzybeus who, with jocund tongue, Thou should't have left the Fair before 'twas But thou fat'ft toping till the morning light.. proves, For fuc 1 akits demands a pair of gloves." 40 The fneering fwains with ftammering fpeech be1poke: 45 To you, my lads, I'll fing my carols o'er, I'er. 22. 50 He fung where wood-cocks in the fummer feed, Or to the moon in midnight hours afcend); 70 75 Now he goes on, and fings of fairs and shows, The lads and laffes trudge the ftreet along, (Ab, barbarous uncle, ftain 'd with infant blood!) How blackberries they pluck'd in defarts wild, Serta procul tantum capiti delaffa jacebant," And fearless at the glittering faulchion fmil'd; VIRG. Sanguineis frontem moris & tempora pingit." Ver. 43. 86 Carmina, que vultis, cognofcite: carmina "Huic aliud mercedis erit." Ver. 47. VIRG. "Nec tantum Phoebo gaudet Parnaffia rupes: VIRG. Fer. 51. Our wain had poffibly read Tuffer, from whence he might have collected these philofophical obfervations: "Namque canebat, uti mognum per inane **coute." &c. FOL. VIL How the grave brother flood on bank fo green--Happy for him if mares had never been! Then he was feiz'd with a religious qualm, And on a fudden fung the hundredth pizim. He fung of "Taffey Welch," and "Sawney Scot," 115 Lilly-bullero" and the "Irish Trot." Why should I tell of" Bateman," or of" Shore," Or Wantley's Dragon" flain by valiant Moore, "The Bower of Rofamond," or "Robin Hood," And how the " grafs now grows where Troy "town ftood?" 120 His carols ceas'd: the listening maids and Twains ΤΟ I fing; Thou, Trivia, Goddess, aid my long 5 20 When the black youth at chosen stands rejoice, And "clean your fhoes" refounds from every voice; When late their miry fides ftage-coaches show, 25 And their stiff horses through the town move flow: When all the Mall in leafy ruin lies, fleet. Should the big laft extend the shoe too wide, 53 Each ftone will wrenth th' unwary step afide; The fudden turn may ftretch the fwelling vein, Thy cracking joint unhinge, or ankle sprain: And, when too fhort the modifh fhoes are word, You'll judge the feasons by your shooting corn. 4) Nor should it prove thy les important care, To choose a proper coat for winter's wear. Now in thy trunk thy D'Oily habit föld, The filken drugget ill can fence the cold; The frieze's spongy nap is foak'd with rain, 41 And fhowers Toon drench the camlet's cockled grain; True Witney broad-cloth, with its fhag unfhorn, 65 Ev'n fluidy carmen fhall thy nod obey, And tartling coaches ftop to make thee way: This fhall direct thy cautious tread aright, Though not one glaring lamp enliven night. Let beaux their cane with amber ript produce; Be theirs for empty flow, but thine for ufe. In gilded chariots while they lotl az cafe, And lazily infure a life's difcafe ; While fofter chairs the tawdry load evey To court, to White's, affemblies, or the play; Rofy-complexion'd bealth thy fteps attends And exercite thy lafting youth defends. Imprudent men Heaven's choiceft gifts profane: 75 Thus forne beneath their arm fupport the cane; The dirty point oft checks the careels pace, And miny pots the clein eravat digrace. Oh! may never fuch misfortone meet! May no fuch vicious walkers erowd the street! May Providence o'erfhade me with herwings, While the bold Mufe experienc'd danger fings! Nor that wander from my native home, And (tempting perils) foreign cities roam. Bet Paris be the theme of Gallia's Mufe, 85 Where Slavery treads the ftrees in wooden faves. Nor do I rove in Belgia's frozen clime, And teach the clamly boor to ate in rhyme; Where, if the warmer clouds in rain descend, Nomiry ways induftrious Iteps offend; 90 The running flood from floping pavements pours, And blackens the canals with dirty fhowers. Fet others Naples' finoother streets rehearse, And with proud Roman ftru&tures grace their verfe, Where frequent marders wake the night with 95 groans, And blood in purple torrents dyes' the ftones. For fhall the Mufe through narrow Venice fray Where gondolas their painted ears difplay. happy streets! to rumbling wheels unknown, No carts, no coaches, flake the floating town! wo Thus was of old Britannia's city blefs d Fre pride and luxury her fons poffefs'd; Coaches and chariots yet unfafhion' lay, Nor late-invented chairs perplex'd the way Then the proud lady tripp'd along the town, And tuck'd-up petticoats fecur'd her gown; Her roly cheek with diftang vifits ghow'd And exercile unartful charms below'd: But fince in braided gold her foot is bound, And a long training mantua fweeps the ground, Her frioe drdains the frreer; the lazy farr With narrow step affects a limping air. How gaady pride corrupts the lavish age, And the freers flame with glaring equipage; The tricking gamefter infolently rides, With Eoves and Graces on his chariot fides; faucy Rate the griping broker fits, And laughs at honey and trudging wits.. For you, O honeft men, chefe ufful lays The Mufe prepares; I feek no other praife. rzo When leep is Gift difturb'd by morning cries; From fure prognoflicks learn to know the kies, 2ft you of rheurns and coughs at night complain; pris'd in dreary fogs, or driving rain. 14 chocolate-harfe in St. James's-Greet. 125 When fuffocating mifts obfcure the morn, Not brave the piercing froft with open break; 130 The changing weather certain figns reveal 140" 145 Nor do lefs certain figns the town advise Of milder weather and ferener kies. The ladie, gaily drets'd, the Mall adorn With various dyes, and paint the funny morn: The wanton fawns with friking pleasure range, And chirping fparrows greet the welcome change *Not that their minds with greater ill. are fraught, Endied by utiu, or by rea on taught: The fealons operate on every breaft: Tis hence the fawns are brifk, and dies dreft. When on his box the nodding coachman fnores And earns of fancy'd fares; when tavern doors The chairmen idły crowd'; then ne'er rclufe 155 trakthy buly feps in thinner fhoes. But when the fwinging figns your cars offend With creaking note, then rainy floods impend; Soon fhall the kennels fwell with rapid stream, And ruf in muddy torrents to the Thames. 160 The bookfeller, whole hop's an opers fquare, Forefees the tempeft, and with early care Of learning rips the rails; the rowing erew, To tempt a fare, clothe all their tilts in blue; On hofer's poles depending fuckings ty'd Elag with the Backen'd gale from fide to fide; Church-monuments foretel the changing air, Then Niobe diffolves into a tear, And weats with facred grief; you'll hear ther form als Of whistling winde, ere kennels break their bounds; Ungrateful odeurs common-shores diflute, *«Hawd equidem credo, quia ft divinitus illis Ingenium, cut rerum fato trudentia major.” VERA GOUT-in |