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Slander beside her, like a Mag-pie, chatters, With Envy, (spitting 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 tat
V. Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry Collier's hand, Her mouth was black as bull-dogs at the stall: She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace ne band, And bitch and rogue her answer was to all; 40 Nay, e'en the parts of shame by name would call : Yea, when she passed by or lane or nook, Would the man who turn'd him to the Wall, And by his hand obscene the porter took, Nor ever did alkance like modest Virgin look. 45
VI. Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town, Woolwich and Wapping, smelling strong of pitch; Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown, And Twick’nam such, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, statues, urns, and Jo---n's Dog and Bitch, VOL. II.
Ne village is without, on either fide,
the silver Thames, or all adown;
ey'd Vales, spires, meandring streams, and Windsor's
WALL E R.
Of a Lady singing to her LUTE.
Ona Fan of the Author's design,
in which was painted the story of CEPHALUS and Procris, with
the Motto, Aura VenI. COM
NOME, gentle Air! th'Æolian shepherd said,
While Procris panted in the secret shade; Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her swain expiring lies. Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray, Breathe on her lips, and in her bosom play! In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found, Nor could that fabled dart more surely wound: Both gifts destructive to the givers prove; Alike both lovers fall by those they love. Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives, At random wounds, nor knows the wounds The
gives: She views the story with attentive eyes, And pities Procris, while her lover dies.
CO W L E Y.
FAIN would my Mule the flow'ry Treafures
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;