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Nor winds, when first your florid orchard blows,
Shake the light bloffoms from their blafted boughs!
This when the various God had urg'd in vain,
He ftraight affum'd his native form again;
Such, and fo bright an afpect now he bears,
As when thro' clouds th' emerging fun appears,
And thence exerting his refulgent ray,
Difpels the darkness, and reveals the day.
Force he prepar'd, but check'd the rafh defign;
For when, appearing in a form divine,

The Nymph furveys him, and beholds the grace
Of charming features, and a youthful face, 121
In her foft breaft 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
Inftrumenta fibi: talifque apparait illi,
Qualis ubi oppofitas nitidiffima, folis imago
Evicit nubes, nullaque obftarte reluxit.
Vimque parat: fed vi non eft opus; inque figura
Capta Dei Nympha eft, et, iritua vulnera fentit.


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Thilke moral fhall ye understond,
From schoole-boy's tale of fayre Irelond:
Which to these fennes hath him betake,
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 spied 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 afken that, and talken this,
"Lo here is coz, and here is mifs."
But, as he glozeth with speeches foote,
The ducke fore tickleth his erfe roote:
Fore-piece and buttons all-to-breft,

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Forth thrust a white neck, and red crest.
Te-be, cry'd ladies; clerke nought fpake:
Mifs ftar'd; and gray ducke crieth Quaake.
"O moder, moder," (quoth the daughter),
"Be thilke fame thing maids longer a❜ter?






"Bette is to pyne on coals and chalke,

66 Than trust on mon, whofe 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 many a boat foft fliding to and fro. There oft are heard the notes of infant-woe, 5 The short thick fob, loud fcream, and fhriller fquall:

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. II.

And on the broken pavement, here and there, 10
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 feen, 15 Mending old nets to catch the fcaly fry;

Now finging thrill, and fcolding eft between; Scolds anfwer foul-mouth'd fcolds; bad neighbourhood I ween.



The snappish cur, (the paffengers annoy), Close 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 rife, And her full pipes thofe thrillings cries confound; To her full pipes the grunting hog replies; The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round, And curs, girls, boys, and fcolds, in the deep base are drown'd.




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

Slander befide 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



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 fpar'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 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 afkance like modeft virgin look. 45



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 scenes enrich, Grots, ftatues, urns, and Jo----n's Dog and Bitch, Ne village is without, on either fide, 51

All up the filver Thames, or all adown; Ne Richmond's felf, from whofe tall front are ey'd Vales, fpires, meand'ring ftreams, and Windfor's tow'ry pride.



Of a LADY finging to her LUTE.

AIR charmer, ceafe, nor make your voice's prize,


A heart refign'd, the conqueft of your eyes:
Well might, alas! that threaten'd vessel fail,
Which winds and lightning both at once affail.
We were too blefs'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 mufic fhould 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 purfue,

This vocal wood had drawn the poet too.

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