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N ev'ry Town where Thamis rolls his Tyde,
A narrow Pafs there is, with Houfes low
Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey'd,
And many a Boat soft sliding to and fro.
There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe,


The fhort thick Sob, loud Scream, and fhriller


How can ye, Mothers, vex your children fo?
Some play, fome eat, fome cack against the wall,
And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.


And on the broken pavement, here and there,
Doth many a stinking fprat and herring lie;
A brandy and tobacco fhop is near,
And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by ;
And here a failor's jacket hangs to dry.
At ev'ry door are fun-burnt matrons seen,
Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry,
Now finging fhrill, and fcolding eft between ;
Scolds anfwer foul-mouth'd fcolds; bad neighbour-

hood I ween.




The fnappifh 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 rise,
And her full pipes those fhrilling cries confound;
To her full pipes the grunting hog replies;
The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round,
And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep base are



Hard by a Sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days
Baskets of fish at Billinfgate did watch,
Cod, whiting, oyfter, mackrel, sprat, or plaice:
There learn'd she speech from tongues that never

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;


Slander befide her, like a Mag-pie, chatters,
With Envy, (fpitting Cat) dread foe to peace;
Like a curs'd Cur, Malice before her clatters,
And vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to tatters.



Nay, e'en the parts of fhame 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 obfcene the porter took,

Nor ever did askance 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,

All up the filver Thames, or all adown ;

Ne Richmond's felf, from whofe tall front are ey'd Vales, fpires, meandring ftreams, and Windfor's

tow'ry pride.

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Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.

AIR Charmer, ceafe, nor make your voice's



A heart refign'd the conquest of your eyes:
Well might, alas! that threatned vessel fail,
Which winds and lightning both at once affail.
We were too bleft with thefe 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 lefs than he:
A poet made the filent wood pursue,

This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too.


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On a FAN of the Author's defign, in
which was painted the ftory of
CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the

COME, gentle Air! th'olian fhepherd faid,

panted in the 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 stray,
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;

2 Alike both lovers fall by those they love.
Yet guiltless too this bright deftroyer lives,

At random wounds, nor knows the wounds the gives:
She views the story with attentive eyes,
And pities Procris, while her lover dies,

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