Away the frighted fpectre fcuds,
And leaves my lady in the fuds.

DA

DAP H N E.

APHNE knows, with equal eafe,
How to vex and how to please;

But the folly of her fex

Makes her fole delight to vex.
Never woman more devis'd

Surer ways to be despis'd:
Paradoxes weakly wielding,
Always conquer'd, never yielding.
To difpute, her chief delight,
With not one opinion right:
Thick her arguments she lays on,
And with cavils combats reason;
Answers in decifive way,
Never hears what you can say:
Still her odd perverseness shows
Chiefly where the nothing knows;
And, where the is most familiar,
Always peevisher and fillier :

All her fpirits in a flame

When she knows the 's moft to blame.

Send me hence ten thousand miles,

From a face that always fmiles :

None could ever act that part,

But a Fury in her heart.

Ye

Ye who hate fuch inconfistence,
To be eafy, keep your distance;
Or in folly still befriend her,
But have no concern to mend her.
Lose not time to contradict her,
Nor endeavour to convict her.
Never take it in your thought,
That the 'll own, or cure a fault.
Into contradiction warm her,

Then, perhaps, you may reform her:
Only take this rule along,

Always to advife her wrong;
And reprove her when the 's right;
then grow wife for spight.

She may

No that scheme will ne'er fucceed, She has better learnt her creed:

She's too cunning, and too skilful,
When to yield, and when be wilful.
Nature holds her forth two mirrors,
One for truth, and one for errors :
That looks hideous, fierce, and frightful;
This is flattering and delightful
That the throws away as foul;

Sits by this, to dress her foul.

Thus you have the cafe in view, Daphne, 'twixt the Dean and you, Heaven forbid he should defpife thee !

But will never more advise thee.

THE PHEASANT AND THE LARK,

A FABLE. BY DR. DELANY.

Quis iniquæ

1730.

"Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat fe?"

IN ancient times, as bards indite,

(If clerks have conn'd the records right)
A Peacock reign'd, whofe glorious fway
His fubjects with delight obey:
His tail was beauteous to behold,
Replete with goodly eyes and gold
(Fair emblem of that Monarch's guife,
Whofe train at once is rich and wife).
And princely rul'd he many regions,
And ftatefmen wife, and valiant legions.
A Pheafant Lord *, above the rest,
With every grace and talent bleft,
Was fent to fway, with all his skill,
The fceptre of a neighbouring hill +.
No fcience was to him unknown,
For all the arts were all his own:
In all the living learned read,
Though more delighted with the dead:
For birds, if ancient tales fay true,

Had then their Popes and Homers too,

Juv.

*Lord Carteret, lord lieutenant of Ireland,

Ireland.

Could

Could read and write in profe and verse, -
And fpeak like ***, and build like Pearce*.
He knew their voices, and their wings,
Who fmoothest foars, who fweeteft fings;
Who toils with ill-fledg'd pens to climb,
And who attain'd the true fublime :
Their merits he could well defery,
He had fo exquifite an eye;

And when that fail'd, to fhew them clear,
He had as exquifite an ear.

It chanc'd, as on a day he ftray'd,

Beneath an Academic fhade,

He lik'd, amidst a thousand throats,
The wildness of a Woodlark's † notes,
And fearch'd, and spy'd, and feiz'd his game,
And took him home, and made him tame;
Found him on trial true and able,

So cheer'd and fed him at his table.

Here fome fhrewd critick finds I'm caught,
And cries out, "Better fed than taught".
Then jefts on game and tame, and reads
And jefts, and fo my tale proceeds.
Long had he study'd in the Wood,
Converfing with the wife and good;
His foul with harmony infpir'd,
With love of truth and virtue fir'd:
His Brethren's good and Maker's praise
Were all the study of his lays;

*A famous modern architect.
+ Dr. Delany.

Were

Were all his study in retreat,

And now employ'd him with the Great.
His friendship was the fure refort
Of all the wretched at the Court;
But chiefly merit in distress
His greatest bleffing was to bless.

This fix'd him in his Patron's breaft,
But fir'd with envy all the rest:
I mean that noify craving crew,
Who round the Court incessant flew,
And prey'd like rooks, by pairs and dozens,
To fill the maws of fons and coufins :
"Unmov'd their heart, and chill'd their blood,
"To every thought of common good,
"Confining every hope and care"

To their own low contracted sphere.
'Thefe ran him down with ceaseless cry,
But found it hard to tell you why,
Till his own worth and wit supply'd
Sufficient matter to deride :

""Tis Envy's safest, surest rule,
"To hide her rage in ridicule :

"The vulgar eye the best beguiles,

"When all her fnakes are deck'd with smiles:"

Sardonic fmiles, by rancour rais'd !

“Tormented moft when seeming pleas'd !"

Their spight had more than half expir'd,
Had he not wrote what all admir'd ;

What morfels had their malice wanted,

But that he built, and plann'd, and planted!

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