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Nor winds, when first your florid orchard blows,
This when the various God had urg'd in vain,
Hæc ubi nequicquam formas Deus aptus in
IMITATIONS of ENGLISH Poets.
Done by the Author in his Youth.
Yet swinken nat fans fecrefie.
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?
Bette is to pyne on coals and chalke,
The ALL E Y.
A narrow pass there is, with houses low;
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
Of a Lady singing to ber LUTE.
, cease, nor make your voice's
A heart resign'd, the conquest of your eyes: