But, as he glozeth with Speeches foote,
The Ducke fore tickleth his Erse roote:
Fore-piece and buttons all-to-breft,
Forth thrust a white neck, and red creft.
Te-he cry'd Ladies; Clerke nought spake:
Miss star'd; and gray Ducke crieth Quaake.
"O Moder, Moder, (quoth the daughter,)
"Be thilke same thing Maids longer a'ter?
" Bette is to pyne on Coals and chalke,
" Then trust on Mon, whose yerde can talke.
N ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,
A narrow Pass there is, with Houses low;
Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey'd,
And marry a Boat soft sliding to and fro.
"There oft' are heard the notes of Infant Woe,
The short thick Sob, loud Scream, and shriller Squall:
How can ye, Mothers, vex your Children so?
Some play, fome eat, some 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 sprat and herring lie;
A brandy and tobacco shop 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 singing shrill, and scolding eft between;
Scolds answer foul-mouth'd scolds; bad neighbourhood I
The snappish cur, (the passengers annoy)
Close at my heel with yelping treble flies;
The whimp'ring girl, and hoarser-screaming boy,
Join to the yelping treble, shrilling cries;
The scolding Quean to louder notes doth rise,
And her full pipes those shrilling 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 Billinsgate did watch,
Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice:
There learn'd she speech from tongues that never ceafe.
Slander beside her, like a Magpie, chatters,
With Envy, (spitting Cat) dread foe to peace;
Like a curs'd Cur, Malice before her clatțers,
And vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to tatters.
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 ;
Nay, e'en the parts of shame by name would call :
Yea when she passed 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 askance like modest Virgin look.
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 fuch, which fairer scenes enrich
Grots, statues, urns, and Jon's Dog and bitch, 50
Ne village is without, on either side,
All up the filver Thames, or all adown;
Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd
Vales, spires, meandring streams, and Windfor's tow'ry
Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.
AIR Charmer cease, nor make your voice's prize
A heart resign'd the conquest of your eyes :
Well might, alas! that threatned vessel fail,
Which winds and lightning both at once assail.
We were too blest with these inchanting lays,
Which must be heav'nly when an Angel plays:
But killing charms your lover's death contrive,
Lest heav'nly music shou'd be heard alive.
Orpheus cou'd charm the trees, but thus a tree,
Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he; 10
A Poet made the filent wood pursue,
This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too.
AIN would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing,
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where opening Rofes breathing sweets diffuse,
And foft Carnations show'r their balmy dews;
Where Lillies smile in virgin robes of white,
The thin Undress of fuperficial Light,
And vary'd Tulips show so dazling gay,
Blushing in bright diversities of day.
Each painted flouret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narcissus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees Cathedral walks compose,
And mount the Hill in venerable rows :
There the green Infants in their beds are laid,
The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade.
Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing blossom promise more.
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