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Contemplate, mortal, on thy fleeting years ;

Thence thro' the street he reels from post to post, See, with black train the funeral pomp appears ! Valiant with wine, nor knows his treasure lost Whether some heir attends in sable state,

The vagrant wretch th' assembled watchmen spies, And mourns, with outward grief, a parent's fate; He waves his hanger, and their poles defies; Or the fair virgin, nipt in beauty's bloom,

Deep in the round-house pent, all night he snares, A crowd of lovers follow to her tomb :

And the next morn in vain his fate deplores. Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round, Ah, hapless swain! unus'd to pains and ills! And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd? Canst thou forego roast-beef for nauseous pills ? No : the dead know it not, nor profit gain ; How wilt thou lift to Heaven thy eyes and hands It only serves to prove the living vain.

When the long scroll the surgeon's fees demands! How short is life! how frail is human trust! Or else (ye gods, avert that worst disgrace!) Is all this pomp for laying dust to dust?

Thy ruin'd nose falls level with thy face! Where the nail'd hoop defends the painted stall, Then shall thy wife thy loathsome kiss disdain, Brush not thy sweeping skirt too near the wall : And wholesome neighbours from thy mug refrain. Thy heedless sleeve will drink the colour'd oil, Yet there are watchmen, who with friendly ligte And spot indelible thy pocket soil.

Will teach thy reeling steps to tread aright; Has not wise Nature strung the legs and feet For sixpence will support thy helpless arm, With firmest nerves, design'd to walk the street ? And home conduct thee, safe from nightly harm. Has she not given us hands to grope aright, But, if they shake their lanterns, from afar Amidst the frequent dangers of the night?

To call their brethren to confederate war, And think'st thou not the double nostril meant,

When rakes resist their power ; if hapless you To warn from oily woes by previous scent? Should chance to wander with the scouring crew;

Who can the various city frauds * recite, Though Fortune yield thee captive, ne'er despair, With all the petty rapines of the night?

But seek the constable's considerate ear; Who now the guinea-dropper's-bait regards, He will reverse the watchman's harsh decree, Trick'd by the sharper's dice, or juggler's cards ? Mov'd by the rhetoric of a silver fee. (word, Why should I warn thee ne'er to join the fray, Thus, would you gain some favourite courtier's Where the sham quarrel interrupts the way? Fee not the petty clerks, but bribe any lord. Lives there in these our days so soft a clown,

Now is the time that rakes their revels keep; Brav'd by the bully's oaths, or threatening frown? Kindlers of riot, enemies of sleep. I need not strict enjoin the pocket's care,

His scatter'd pence the flying nicker * flings, When from the crowded play thou lead'st the fair; And with the copper shower the casement rings Who has not here or watch or snuff-box lost, Who has not heard the scourer's midnight fame? Or handkerchiefs that India's shuttle boast ?' Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name? O! may thy virtue guard thee through the roads Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds, Of Drury's mazy courts, and dark abodes ! Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds? The harlots' guileful paths, who nightly stand I'pass their desperate deeds, and mischiefs done, Where Catharine-street descends into the Strand !. Where from Snow-hill black steepy torrents run; Say, vagrant Muse, their wiles and subtle arts, How matrons, hoop'd within the hogshead's womb, To lure the strangers' unsuspecting hearts : Were tumbled furious thence; the rolling tomb So shall our youth on healthful sinews tread, O’er the stones thunders, bounds from side to side; And city cheeks grow warm with rural red. So Regulus, to save his country, dy'd. 'Tis she who nightly strolls with sauntering pace,

Where a dim gleam the paly lantern throws No stubborn stays her yielding shape embrace; O’er the mid pavement, heapy rubbish grows; Beneath the lamp her tawdry ribbons glare, Or arched vaults their gaping jaws extend, The new-scour'd manteau, and the slattern air ; Or the dark caves to common shores descend, High-draggled petticoats her travels show,

Oft by the winds extinct the signal lies, And hollow cheeks with artful blushes glow; Or smother'd in the glimmering socket dies, With flattering sounds she soothes the credulous ear, Ere Night has half roll'd round her ebon throne; “ My noble captain! charmer ! love ! my dear!" In the wide gulph the shatter'd coach, o'erthrown, In riding-hood near tavern-doors she plies, Sinks with the snorting steeds; the reins are broke, Or muffled pinners hide her livid eyes.

And from the crackling axle flies the spoke. With empty bandbox she delights to range, So, when fam'd Eddystone's far-shooting ray, And feigns a distant crrarıd from the 'Change : That led the sailor through the storiny way, Nay, she will oft the quaker's lood prophane, Was from its rocky roots by billows torn, And trudge demure the rounds of Drury-lane. And the high turret in the whirlwind borne; She darts from sarcenet ambush wily leers, Fleets bulg'd their sides against the craggy land, Twitches thy sleeve, or with familiar airs

And pitchy ruins blackend all the strand. Her fan will pat thy cheek; these snares disdain, Who then through night would hire the harness'd Nor gaze behind thee, when she turns again.

steed? I knew a yeoman, who, for thirst of gain, And who would choose the rattling wheel for speed? To the great city drove, from Devon's plain, But hark! Distress, with screaming voice, draws His numerous lowing herd; his herds he sold,

sigher, And his deep leathern pocket bagg'd with gold. And wakes the slumbering street with tries of fire. Drawn by a fraudful nymph, he gaz’d, he sigh’d: At first a glowing red enwraps the skies, Unmindful of his home, and distant bride, And, borne by winds, the scattering sparks arise; She leads the willing victim to his doom, Through winding alleys, to her cobweb room. * Gentlemen who delighted to break windows

with halfpence. • Various cheats formerly in practice.

From bcam to beam the fierce contagion spreads;
The spiry flames now lift aloft their heads;

SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO Through the burst sash a blazing deluge pours

BLACK-EYED SUSAN.
And splitting tiles descend in rattling showers.
Now with thick crowds th' enlighten'd pavement All in the Downs the feet was moor’d,
swarms,

The streamers waving in the wind,
The fireman sweats beneath his crooked arms; When Black-ey'd Susan came aboard.
A leathern casque his venturous head defends,

“ Oh! where shall I my true-love find ?
Boldly he climbs where thickest smoke ascends ; Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true,
Moved by the mother's streaming eyes and prayers, If my sweet William sails among the crew."
The helpless infant through the fame he bears,
With no less virtue, than through hostile fire

William, who high upon the yard
The Dardan hero bore his aged sire.

Rock'd with the billow to and fro, See, forceful engines spout their levell’d streams, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, To quench the blaze that runs along the beams;

He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below : The grappling hook plucks rafters from the walls, The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And heaps on heaps the smoky ruin falls;

And (quick as lightning) on the deck he stands. Blown by strong winds, the fiery tempest roars, Bears down new walls, and pours along the floors; So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air, The Heavens are all a-blaze," the face of Night

Shuts close his pinions to his breast,
Is cover'd with a sanguine dreadful light.

(If chance his mate's shrill call he hear)
Twas such a light involv'd thy towers, O Rome! And drops at once into her nest.
The dire presage of mighty Cæsar's doom, The noblest captain in the British fleet
When the Sun

veil'd in rust his mourning head, Might envy William's lip those kisses swect.
And frightful prodigies the skies o'erspread.
Hark! the drum thunders ! far, ye crowds, retire : “ O Susan, Susan, lovely dear,
Behold! the ready match is tipt with fire,

My vows shall ever true remain ;,
The nitrous store is laid, the smutty train,

Let me kiss off that falling tear; With running blaze, awakes the barrel'd grain ; We only part to meet again. lames sudden wrap the walls; with sullen sound Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be l'he shatter'd pile sinks on the smoky ground. The faithful compass that still points to thec. 1o, when the years shall have revolv'd the date, Ch' inevitable hour of Naples' fate,

“ Believe not what the landmen say Her sapp'd foundations shall with thunders shake, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind. Ind heave and toss upon the sulphurous lake; They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, Carth's womb at once the fiery flood shall rend,

In

every port a mistress find : Ind in th' abyss her plunging towers descend. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thec so,

Consider, reader, what fatigues I've known, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
The toils, the perils, of the wintery town;
What riots seen, what bustling crowds I bore, “ If to fair India's coast we sail,
low oft I cross'd where carts and coaches roar; Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright;
l'et shall I bless my labours, if mankind

Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale,
Their future safety from my dangers find.

Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus the bold traveller (inur'd to toil,

Thus every beauteous object that I view, Vhose steps have printed Asia's desert soil, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. The barbarous Arabs' haunt; or shivering crost Dark Greenland's mountains of eternal frost ; “ Though battle call me froin thy arms, Vhom Providence, in length of years, restores

Let not my pretty Susan mourn; to the wish'd harbour of his native shores)

Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, kets forth his journals to the public view,

William shall' to his dear return.
lo caution, by his woes, the wandering crew. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,

And now complete my generous labours lie, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye."
finish'd, and ripe for immortality.
Death shall entomb in dust this mouldering frame, The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
But never reach th' eternal part, my fame.

The sails their swelling bosom spread ;
When W- and 6-, mighty names !* are dead; No longer must she stay aboard :
Or but at Chelsea under custards read;

They kiss'd, she sigh’d, he hung his head. When critics crazy bandboxes repair ;

Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land : And tragedies, turn'd roekets, bounce in air ; “ Adieu !" she cries; and wav'd her lily hand. High rais'd on Fleet-street posts, consign'd to Fame, This work shall shine and walkers bless my name.

• Probably Ward and Gildon. N.

A BALLAD,
FROM THE WHAT-D'YE-CALL-IT.
'Twas when the seas were roaring

With hollow blasts of wind;
A damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclin'd. :

Wide o'er the foaming billows

She cast a wistful look ; Her head was crown'd with willows,

That trembled o'er the brook.

“ Twelve months are gone and over,

And nine long tedious days; Why didst thou, venturous lover,

Why didst thou trust the seas?
Cease, cease, thou cruel Ocean,

And let my lover rest :
Ah! what's thy troubled motion

To that within my breast?

" The merchant, robb’d of pleasure,

Sees tempests in despair ;
But what's the loss of treasure,

To losing of my dear ?
Should you some coast be laid on,

Where gold and diamonds grow, You'd find a richer maiden,

But none that loves you so.

Rang'd cups, that in the window stood,
Lin'd with red rags to look like blood,
Did well his threefold trade explain,
Who shav'd, drew teeth, and breath'd a rein

The Goat he welcomes with an air,
And seats him in his wooden chair :
Mouth, nose, and cheek, the lather hides :
Light, smooth, and swift, the razor glides

“ I hope your custom, sir,” says Pug. “ Sure never face was half so smug!"

The Goat, impatient for applause, Swift to the neighbouring hill withdraws The shaggy people grinn'd and star'd. “ Heigh-day! what's here? without a beard! Say, brother, whence the dire disgrace? What envious hand hath roblı'd your face ?" When thus the fop, with smiles of scorn, “ Are beards by civil nations worn ? Ev'n Muscovites have mow'd their chins. Shall we, like formal Capuchins, Stubborn in pride, retain the mode, And bear about the hairy load ? Whene'er we through the village stray, Are we not mock'd along the way, Insulted with loud shouts of scorn, By boys our beards disgrac'd and torn ?"

“ Were you no more with Goats to dwell, Brother, I grant you reason well,” Replies a bearded chief.

“ Beside,
If boys can mortify thy pride,
How wilt thou stand the ridicule
Of our whole flock? Affected fool !"

Coxcombs, distinguish'd from the rest,
To all but coxcombs are a jest.

“ How can they say that Nature

Has nothing made in vain ;
Why then beneath the water

Should hideous rocks remain ?
No eyes the rocks discover,

That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover,

And leave the maid to weep."

All melancholy lying,

Thus wail'd she for her dear; Repay'd each blast with sighing,

Each billow with a tear; When o'er the white wave stooping,

His floating corpse she spy'd; Then, like a lily drooping,

She bow'd her head, and dy'd.

FABLE.

FABLE.

THE UNIVERSAL APPARITION
A Rake, by every passion rul’d,
With every vice his youth had cool'd;
Disease his tainted blood assails;
His spirits droop, his vigour fails :
With secret ills at home he pines,
And, like infirm old age, declines.

As, twing'd with pain, he pensive sits,
And raves, and prays, and swears, by fits,
A ghastly Phantom, lean and wan,
Before him rose, and thus began :

“ My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your ear;
Attend, and be advis'd by Care.
Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power,
Can give the heart a cheerful hour,
When health is lost. Be timely wise :
With health all taste of pleasure flies.'

Thus said, the Phantom disappears
The wary counsel wak'd his fears.
He now from all excess abstains,
With physic purifies his veins;
And, to procure a sober life,
Resolves to venture on a wife.

But now again the Sprite ascends,
Where'er he walks, his ear attends,
Insinuates that beauty 's frail,
That perseverance must prevail,
With jealousies his brain inflames,
And whispers all her lovers' names
In other hours she represents
His household charge, his annual rents,

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THE GOAT WITHOUT A BEARD.
'Tis certain that the modish passions
Descend among the crowd like fashions.
Excuse me, then, if pride, conceit
(The manners of the fair and great)
ì give to monkeys, asses, dogs,
Fleas, owls, goats, butterflies, and hogs,
I say that these are proud : what then !
I never said they equal men.

A Goat (as vain as Goat can be)
Affected singularity:
Whene'er a thymy bank he found,
He roll'd upon the fragrant ground,
And then with fond attention stood,
Fix'd o'er his image in the flood.

“ I hate my frowzy beard,” he cries,
My youth is lost in this disguise.
Did not the females know my vigour,
Well might they loath this reverend figure."

Resolv’d to smooth his shaggy face,
He sought the barber of the place,
A flippant monkey, spruce and smart,
Hard by, profess'd the dapper art :
His pole with pewter-basons hung,
Black rotten teeth in order strung,

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Increasing debts, perplexing duns,

Next, to a senator addressing, And nothing for his younger sons.

“ See this bank-note ; observe the blessing. Straight all his thought to gain he turns, Breathe on the bill. Heigh, pass ! 'Tis gone." And with the thirst of lucre burns.

Upon his lips a padlock shown. But, when possessid of Fortune's store,

A second puff the magic broke; The Spectre haunts him more and more ;

The padlock vanish’d, and he spoke. Sets want and misery in view,

Twelve bottles rang'd upon the board, Bold thieves, and all the murdering crew;

All full, with heady liquor stor'd, Alarms him with eternal frights,

By clean conveyance disappear, Infests his dreams, or wakes his nights

And now two bloody swords are there. How shall he chase this hideous guest ?

A purse she to a thief expos'd ; Power may, perhaps, protect his rest.

At once his ready fingers clos'd. To power he rose. Again the Sprite

He opes his fist, the treasure's fled: Besets him morning, noon, and night;

He sees a halter in its stead. Talks of Ambition's tottering seat,

She bids Ambition hold a wand; How Envy persecutes the great ;

He grasps a hatchet in his hand. Of rival hate, of treacherous friends,

A box of charity she shows. And what disgrace his fall attends.

“ Blow here ;” and a church-warden blows. The court he quits, to fly from Care,

'Tis vanish'd with conveyance neat, And seeks the peace of rural air;

And on the table smokes a treat. His groves, his fields, amus'd his hours ;

She shakes the dice, the board she knocks, He prun'd his trees, he rais'd his flowers,

And from all pockets fills her box. But Care again his steps pursues,

She next a meagre rake addrest. Warns him of blasts, of blighting dews,

“ This picture see ; her shape, her breast ! Of plundering insects, snails, and rains,

What youth, and what inviting eyes ! And droughts that starv'd the labour'd plains. Hold her, and have her.” With surprise, Abroad, at home, the Spectre's there ;

His hand expos'd a box of pills, In vain we seek to fly from Care.

And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills. At length he thus the Ghost addrest :

A counter, in a miser's hand, “ Since thou must be my constant guest,

Grew twenty guineas at command. Be kind, and follow me no more ;

She bids his heir the sum retain, For Care, by right, should go before."

And 'tis a counter now again.

A guinea with her touch you see
Take every shape but Charity;

And not one thing you saw, or drew,
FABLE.

But chang'd from what was first in view.

The Juggler now, in grief of heart,

With this submission own'd her art. A JUGGLER long through all the town

“ Can I such matchless sleight withstand! Had rais'd his fortune and renown;

How practice hath improv'd your hand! You'd think (so far his art transcends)

But now and then I cheat the throng;
The devil at his fingers' ends.

You every day, and all day long.”
Vice heard his fame, she read his bill ;
Convinc'd of his inferior skill,
She sought luis booth, and from the crowd
Defy'd the man of art aloud.

FABLE.
“ Is this then he so fam'd for sleight ?
Can this slow bungler cheat your sight?
Dares he with me dispute the prize ?

FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name,
I leave it to impartial eyes."

Unless to one you stint the flame. Provok'd, the Juggler cry'd, “ Tis done; The child, whom many fathers share, In science I submit to none."

Hath seldom known a father's care. Thus said, the cups and balls he play'd ; 'Tis thus in friendships ; who depend By turns this here, that there, conveyed.

On many, rarely find a friend. The cards, obedient to his words,

A Hare who, in a civil way, Are by a fillip turn'd to birds.

Comply'd with every thing, like Gay, His little boxes change the grain :

Was known by all the bestial train Trick after trick deludes the train.

Who haunt the wood, or graze the plain ; He shakes his bag, he shows all fair;

Her care was never to offend; His fingers spread, and nothing there ;

And every creature was her friend. Then bids it rain with showers of gold;

As forth she went at early dawn, And now his ivory eggs are told;

To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn, But, when from thence the hen he draws,

Behind she hears the hunter's cries, Amaz'd spectators hum applause.

And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies. Vice now stept forth, and took the place, She starts, she stops, she pants for breath ; With all the forms of his grimace.

She hears the near advance of death; “ This magic looking-glass,” she cries,

She doubles, to mislead the hound, (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes." And measures back her mazy round : Each eager eye the sight desir’d,

Till, fainting in the public way, And every man himself admir'd.

Half-dead with fear she gasping lay.

THE JUGGLERS.

THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS.

What transport in her boson grew,

“ That queen," !e said, “ to whom we owe When first the Horse appear'd in view!

Sweet pence, Dhal maketh riches flow; “ Let me," says she, “ your back ascend,

That queen, who eas'd our tax of late, And owe my safety to a friend.

Was dead, alas! - and lay in state." You know my feet betray my flight :

At this, in tears was Cicely seen, To friendship every burthen's light.

Buxoma tore her pinners clean, The Horse reply'd, “ Poor honest Puss,

In doleful dumps stood every clown, It grieves my heart to see thee thus:

The parson rent his band and gown. Be comforted, relief is near,

For me, when as I heard that Death For all your friends are in the rear."

Had snatch'd queen Anne to Elizabeth, She next the stately Bull implor’d;

I broke my reed, and, sigling, store, And thus reply'd the mighty lord :

I'd weep for Blouzelind no more. “ Since every beast alive can tell

While thus we stood as in a stound, That I sincerely wish you well,

And wet with tears, like dew, the ground, I may, without offence, pretend

Full soon by bonfire and by bell To take the freedom of a friend.

We learnt our liege was passing well. Love calls me hence; a favourite cow

A skilful leach (so God him speed) Expects me near yon barley-mow;

They said, had wrought this blessed deed. And, when a lady's in the case,

This leach Arbuthnot was yclept, You know, all other things give place.

Who many a night not once had slept ; To leave you thus might seem unkind;

But watch'd our gracious sovereign still ; But, see, the Goat is just behind.”

For who could rest when she was ill ? The Goat remark’d, her pulse was high,

Oh, may'st thou henceforth sweetly sleep! Her languid head, her heavy eye :

Sheer, swains, oh! sheer your softest stren, “ My back," says he, “may do you harm;

To swell his couch ; for, well I ween, The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.

He sav'd the realm, who sar'd the queen The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd,

Quoth I, “ Please God, I'll hye with glee His sides a load of wool sustain'd;

To court, this Arbuthnot to see. Said he was slow, confess'd his fears;

I sold my sheep, and lambkins too, For. Hounds eat Sheep as well as Hares,

For silver loops and garment blue ; She now the trotting Calf address'd,

My boxen hautboy, sweet of sound, To save from death a friend distress'd.

For lace that edg'd mine hat around; “ Shall I," says he,“ of tender age,

For Lightfoot, and my scrip, I got In this important care engage?

A gorgeous sword; and eke a knot. Older and abler pass'd you by;

So forth I far'd to court with speed, How strong are those! how weak am I!

Of soidier's drum withouten dreed; Should I presume to bear you hence,

For peace allays the sliepherd's fear Those friends of mine may take offence.

Of wearing cap of grenadier. Excuse me, then ; you know my heart;

There saw I ladies all a-row, But dearest friends, alas! must part.

Before their queen'in seemnly show. How shall we all lament! Adieu ;

No more I'll sing Buxoma brown,
For, see, the Hounds are just in view.'

Like Goldfinch in her Sunday gown;
Nor Clumsilis, nor Marian bright,
Nor damsel that Hobnelia hight.
But Lansdowne, fresh as flower of May,

And Berkeley, lady blithe and gay;
THE SHEPHERD'S WEEK,

And Anglesea, whose speech exceeds
The voice of pipe; or oaten reeds;

And blooming Hyde, with eyes so rare; 1714.

And Montague beyond compare :

Such ladies fair would I depaiut,
With the Author's Notes.

In roundelay or sonnet quaint.

There many a worthy wight I've seen,
Libeat mihi sordida rura,

In ribbon blue and ribbon green:
Atque humiles habitare casas. — VIRG.

As Oxford, who a wand doth bear,
Like Moses, in our Bibles fair;

Who for our traffic forms designs,
PROLOGUE, TO THE RIGHT HON.

And gives to Britain Indian mines. THE LORD VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE. Now, shepherds, clip your fleecy care;

Ye maids, your spinning-wheels prepare; Lo, I, who erst beneath a tree

Ye weavers, all your shuttles throw, Sung Bumkinet and Bowzybee,

And bid broad-cloths and serges grow; And Blouzelind and Marian bright,

For trading free shall thrive again, In apron blue or apron white,

Nor leasings lewd affright the swain. Now write my sonnets in a book,

There saw I.St. John, sweet of mien For my good lord of Bolingbroke.

Full steadfast both to church and queen; As lads and lasses stood around

With whose fair name I'll deck my strain; To hear my boxen hautboy sound,

St. John, right courteous to the swain. Our clerk came posting o'er the green

For thus he told me on a day, With doleful Lidings of the queen ;

“ Trim are thy sonnets, gentle Gay;

IN SIX PASTORALS

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