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Nor winds, when first your florid orchard blows,
Shake the light blossoms from their blasted boughs!

This when the various God had urg'd in vain,
He straight assum'd his native form again;
Such, and so bright an aspect now he bears,
As when thro' clouds th' emerging fun appears,
And thence exerting his refulgent ray, 116
Dispels the darkness, and reveals the day.
Force he prepar’d, but check'd the ralb design ;
For when, appearing in a form divine,
The Nymph surveys him, and beholds the grace
Of charming features, and a youthful face, 127
In her soft breast confenting paffions move,
And the warm maid confefs'd a mutual love.

Hæc ubi nequicquam formas Deus aptus in

Edidit; in juvenem rediit: et anilia demit
Instrumenta fibi: talisque apparait illi,
Qualis-ubi oppofitas nitidiffima, folis imago I15
Evicit nubes, nullaque obstarate reluxit.
Vimque parat: sed vi non eft opus; inque figura
Capta Dei Nympha eft, et inritua vulnera sentit.

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Done by the Author in his Youth.

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TOMEN ben full of ragerie,

Yet swinken nat fans fecrefie.
Thilke moral shall


From schoole-boy's tale of fayre Irelond:
Which to these fenoes hath him betake, 5
To filch the gray ducke fro the lake.
Right then, there paffen by the way
His aunt, and eke her daughters tway.
Ducke in his trowses hath he hent,
Not to be fpied of ladies gent.

" But ho! our nephew,” (crieth one),
Ho!” quoth another, “ Cozen John;"
And stoppen, and lough, and callen out,
This filly clerk full low doth lout :
They alken that, and talken this,

15 " Lo here is coz, and here is miss." But, as he glozeth with speeches foote, The ducke fore tickleth his erse roote: Fore-piece and buttons all-to-brest, Forth thrust a white neck, and red crest. Te-be, cry'd ladies; clerke nought fpake : Mifs star'd; and gray ducke crieth Ruaake, " O moder, moder," (quoth the daughter), “ Be thilke same thing maids longer alter?

166 Bette

Bette is to pyne on coals and chalke,
Than trust on mon, whose yerde can talke,”


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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 many a boat soft sliding to and fro.
There oft are heard the notes of infant-woe, 5
The short thick fob, loud scream, and Thriller

fquall : How can ye, mothers, vex your children so ? Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall, And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.

II. And on the broken pavement, here and there, 10 Doth many a stinking fprat and herring lie; A brandy and tobacco shop is near, And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by; And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry. At ev'ry door are fun-burnt matrons seen, 15 Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry; Now singing fhrill, and scolding eft between; Scolds answer foul-mouth'd fcolds; bad neighbourkood I ween.



III. The snappish cur, (the paffengers 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 thrillings 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 drown'd.

IV. Hard by a fty, beneath a roof of thatch, Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days Baskets of fith at Billingsgate did watch, 30 Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice : There learn'd the speech from tongues

that cease. der beside her, like a magpye, chatters, With Envy, (fpitting 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 tatters.

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

greet 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 fuch, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, ftatues, urns, and Jo----n's Dog and Bitch, Ne village is without, on either side, 51 All up the filver Thames, or all adown; Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd Vales, Tpires, meand'ring streams, and Windsor's

tow'ry pride.



Of a Lady singing to ber LUTE.

FAIR charmer

, cease, nor make your voice's

A heart resign'd, the conquest of your eyes:
Well might, alas! that threatend vessel fail,
Which winds and lightning both at once afsail.
We were too bless'd with these inchanting lays, 5
Which must be heav'nly when an angel plays :
But killing charms your lover's death contrive,
Left heav'nly music should be heard alive.
Orpheus could charm the trees; but thus a tree,
Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he:
A poet made the filent wood pursue,
This vocal wood had drawn the poet too.



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