221:01,000@@@@@| 221:01,000@@@@@| 221:01,000@@@@@| 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,001[A ]| As when the deluge first began to$9$ fall, 221:02,002[A ]| That$6#2$ mighty ebb never to$9$ flow again, 221:02,003[A ]| (When this huge body's moisture was so$5#1$ great 221:02,004[A ]| It quite overcame the vital heat,) 221:02,005[A ]| That$6#2$ mountain which$6#1$ was highest first of all 221:02,006[A ]| Appeared, above the universal main, 221:02,007[A ]| To$9$ bless the primitive sailor's weary sight, 221:02,008[A ]| And it was perhaps Parnassus, if in$4$ height 221:02,009[A ]| It be as great as it is in$4$ fame, 221:02,010[A ]| And nigh to$4$ heaven as is its name. 221:02,011[A ]| So$3$ after the inundation of a war 221:02,012[A ]| When Learning's little household did embark 221:02,013[A ]| With her world's fruitful system in$4$ her sacred ark, 221:02,014[A ]| At the first ebb of noise and fears, 221:02,015[A ]| Philosophy's exalted head appears; 221:02,016[A ]| And the dove-muse, will$1$ now no$2$ longer stay 221:02,017[A ]| But plumes her silver wings and flies away, 221:02,018[A ]| And now a laurel wreath she brings from far, 221:02,019[A ]| To$9$ crown the happy conqueror, 221:02,020[A ]| To$9$ show the flood begins to$9$ ease, 221:02,021[A ]| And brings the dear reward of victory and peace. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,022[A ]| The eager muse took wing upon$4$ the waves' decline, 221:02,023[A ]| When war her cloudy aspect just withdrew, 221:02,024[A ]| When the bright sun of peace began to$9$ shine, 221:02,025[A ]| And for$4$ a while in$4$ heavenly contemplation sat 221:02,026[A ]| On$4$ the high top of peaceful Ararat; 221:02,027[A ]| And plucked a laurel branch (for$3$ laurel was the first that$6#1$ grew, 221:02,028[A ]| The first of plants after the thunder, storm and rain) 221:02,029[A ]| And thence with joyful, nimble wing 221:02,030[A ]| Flew dutifully back again, 221:02,031[A ]| And made an humble chaplet for$4$ the King. 221:02,032[A ]| And the dove-muse is fled once more, 221:02,033[A ]| (Glad of the victory, yet frighted at the war) 221:02,034[A ]| And now discovers from afar 221:02,035[A ]| A peaceful and a flourishing shore: 221:02,036[A ]| No$2$ sooner does she land 221:02,037[A ]| On$4$ the delightful strand, 221:02,038[A ]| When straight she sees the country all around, 221:02,039[A ]| Where fatal Neptune ruled erewhile, 221:02,040[A ]| Scattered with flowery vales, with fruitful gardens crowned, 221:02,041[A ]| And many a pleasant wood, 221:02,042[A ]| As if the universal Nile 221:02,043[A ]| Had rather watered it, than drowned: 221:02,044[A ]| It seems some floating piece of paradise, 221:02,045[A ]| Preserved by$4$ wonder from the flood, 221:02,046[A ]| Long wandering through the deep, as we are told 221:02,047[A ]| Famed Delos did of old, 221:02,048[A ]| And the transported muse imagined it 221:02,049[A ]| To$9$ be a fitter birthplace for$4$ the god of wit; 221:02,050[A ]| Or the much-talked oracular grove 221:02,051[A ]| When with amazing joy she hears, 221:02,052[A ]| An unknown music all around, 221:02,053[A ]| Charming her greedy ears 221:02,054[A ]| With many a heavenly song 221:02,055[A ]| Of nature and art, of deep philosophy and love, 221:02,056[A ]| Whilst angels tune the voice, and god inspires the tongue. 221:02,057[A ]| In$4$ vain she catches at the empty sound, 221:02,058[A ]| In$4$ vain pursues the music with her longing eye, 221:02,059[A ]| And courts the wandering echoes as they fly. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,060[A ]| Pardon \Ye great unknown\, and far-exalted men, 221:02,061[A ]| The wild excursions of a youthful pen; 221:02,062[A ]| Forgive a young and (almost) virgin-muse, 221:02,063[A ]| Whom blind and eager curiosity 221:02,064[A ]| (Yet curiosity, they say, 221:02,065[A ]| Is in$4$ her sex a crime needs no$2$ excuse) 221:02,066[A ]| Has forced to$9$ grope her uncouth way 221:02,067[A ]| After a mighty light that$6#1$ leads her wandering eye; 221:02,068[A ]| No$2$ wonder then she quits the narrow path of sense 221:02,069[A ]| For$4$ a dear ramble through impertinence, 221:02,070[A ]| Impertinence, the scurvy of mankind, 221:02,071[A ]| And all we fools, who$6#1$ are the greater part of it, 221:02,072[A ]| Though we be of two different factions still, 221:02,073[A ]| Both the good-natured and the ill, 221:02,074[A ]| Yet wheresoever you look you will$1$ always find 221:02,075[A ]| We join like$4$ flies, and wasps, in$4$ buzzing about wit. 221:02,076[A ]| In$4$ me, who$6#1$ am of the first sect of these, 221:02,077[A ]| All merit that$6#1$ transcends the humble rules 221:02,078[A ]| Of my own dazzled, scanty sense 221:02,079[A ]| Begets a kinder folly and impertinence 221:02,080[A ]| Of admiration and of praise: 221:02,081[A ]| And our good brethren of the surly sect 221:02,082[A ]| Must even all herd with us their kindred fools, 221:02,083[A ]| For$3$ though possessed of present vogue, they have made 221:02,084[A ]| Railing a rule of wit, and obloquy a trade, 221:02,085[A ]| Yet the same want of brains produces each effect; 221:02,086[A ]| And you whom Pluto's helm does wisely shroud 221:02,087[A ]| From us the blind and thoughtless crowd, 221:02,088[A ]| Like$4$ the famed hero in$4$ his mother's cloud, 221:02,089[A ]| Who$6#1$ both our follies and impertinences see, 221:02,090[A ]| Do laugh perhaps at theirs, and pity mine and me. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,091[A ]| But censure is to$9$ be understood 221:02,092[A ]| The authentic mark of the elect, 221:02,093[A ]| The public stamp heaven sets on$4$ all that$6#1$ is great and good, 221:02,094[A ]| Our shallow search and judgement to$9$ direct. 221:02,095[A ]| The war methinks has made 221:02,096[A ]| Our wit and learning, narrow as our trade; 221:02,097[A ]| Instead of boldly sailing far to$9$ buy 221:02,098[A ]| A stock of wisdom and philosophy, 221:02,099[A ]| We fondly stay at home in$4$ fear 221:02,100[A ]| Of every censuring privateer, 221:02,101[A ]| Forcing a wretched trade by$4$ beating down the sale, 221:02,102[A ]| And selling basely by$4$ retail, 221:02,103[A ]| The wits, I mean the atheists of the age, 221:02,104[A ]| Who$6#1$ fain would rule the pulpit, as they do the stage, 221:02,105[A ]| Wondrous reformers of philosophy, 221:02,106[A ]| Of morals and divinity, 221:02,107[A ]| By$4$ the new modish system of reducing all to$4$ sense, 221:02,108[A ]| Against all logic and concluding laws, 221:02,109[A ]| Do own the effects of Providence, 221:02,110[A ]| And yet deny the cause. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,111[A ]| This hopeful sect, now it begins to$9$ see 221:02,112[A ]| How little, very little do prevail 221:02,113[A ]| Their first and chiefest force 221:02,114[A ]| To$9$ censure, to$9$ cry down, and rail, 221:02,115[A ]| Not knowing what, or where, or who$6#1$, you be, 221:02,116[A ]| Will$1$ quickly take another course 221:02,117[A ]| And by$4$ their never-failing ways 221:02,118[A ]| Of solving all appearances they please, 221:02,119[A ]| We soon shall see them to$4$ their ancient methods fall, 221:02,120[A ]| And straight deny you to$9$ be men, or anything at all; 221:02,121[A ]| I laugh at the grave answer they will$1$ make, 221:02,122[A ]| Which$6#1$ they have always ready, general and cheap; 221:02,123[A ]| It is but to$9$ say, that$3$ what we daily meet, 221:02,124[A ]| And by$4$ a fond mistake 221:02,125[A ]| Perhaps imagine to$9$ be wondrous wit 221:02,126[A ]| And think, alas, to$9$ be by$4$ mortals writ, 221:02,127[A ]| Is but a crowd of atoms jostling in$4$ a heap, 221:02,128[A ]| Which$6#1$ from eternal seeds begun, 221:02,129[A ]| Jostling some thousand years till ripened by$4$ the sun, 221:02,130[A ]| They are now, just now, as naturally born, 221:02,131[A ]| As from the womb of earth a field of corn. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,132[A ]| But as for$4$ poor contented me, 221:02,133[A ]| Who$6#1$ must my weakness and my ignorance confess, 221:02,134[A ]| That$3$ I believe in$4$ much, I never can hope to$9$ see; 221:02,135[A ]| Methinks I am satisfied to$9$ guess 221:02,136[A ]| That$3$ this new, noble, and delightful scene 221:02,137[A ]| Is wonderfully moved by$4$ some exalted men, 221:02,138[A ]| Who$6#1$ have well studied in$4$ the world's disease, 221:02,139[A ]| (That$6#2$ epidemic error and depravity 221:02,140[A ]| Or in$4$ our judgement or our eye) 221:02,141[A ]| That$3$ what \surprises\ us can only please: 221:02,142[A ]| We often search contentedly the whole world round, 221:02,143[A ]| To$9$ make some great discovery, 221:02,144[A ]| And scorn it when it is found. 221:02,145[A ]| Just so$5#2$ the mighty Nile has suffered in$4$ its fame, 221:02,146[A ]| Because it is said, (and perhaps only said) 221:02,147[A ]| We have found a little inconsiderable head 221:02,148[A ]| That$6#1$ feeds the huge unequal stream. 221:02,149[A ]| Consider human folly, and you will$1$ quickly own, 221:02,150[A ]| That$3$ all the praises it can give, 221:02,151[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ some fondly boast they shall forever live 221:02,152[A ]| Will$1$ not pay the impertinence of being known; 221:02,153[A ]| Else why should the famed Lydian king, 221:02,154[A ]| Whom all the charms of an usurped wife and state, 221:02,155[A ]| With all that$6#2$ power unfelt, courts mankind to$9$ be great, 221:02,156[A ]| Did with new, unexperienced glories wait, 221:02,157[A ]| Still wear, still dote on$4$ his invisible ring. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,158[A ]| Were I to$9$ form a regular thought of fame, 221:02,159[A ]| Which$6#1$ is perhaps as hard to$9$ imagine right 221:02,160[A ]| As to$9$ paint Echo to$4$ the sight: 221:02,161[A ]| I would not draw the idea from an empty name; 221:02,162[A ]| Because, alas when we all die 221:02,163[A ]| Careless and ignorant posterity, 221:02,164[A ]| Although they praise the learning and the wit, 221:02,165[A ]| And though the title seems to$9$ show 221:02,166[A ]| The name and man, by$4$ whom the book was writ, 221:02,167[A ]| Yet how shall they be brought to$9$ know 221:02,168[A ]| Whether that$6#2$ very name was he, or you, or I? 221:02,169[A ]| Less should I daub it over with transitory praise, 221:02,170[A ]| And water-colours of these days, 221:02,171[A ]| These days! where even the extravagance of poetry 221:02,172[A ]| Is at a loss for$4$ figures to$9$ express 221:02,173[A ]| Men's folly, whimsies, and inconstancy, 221:02,174[A ]| And by$4$ a faint description makes them less. 221:02,175[A ]| Then tell us what is fame? where shall we search for$4$ it? 221:02,176[A ]| Look where exalted virtue and religion sit 221:02,177[A ]| Enthroned with heavenly wit, 221:02,178[A ]| Look where you see 221:02,179[A ]| The greatest scorn of learned vanity, 221:02,180[A ]| (And then how much a nothing is mankind! 221:02,181[A ]| Whose reason is weighed down by$4$ popular air, 221:02,182[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ that$6#2$, vainly talks of baffling death, 221:02,183[A ]| And hopes to$9$ lengthen life by$4$ a transfusion of breath, 221:02,184[A ]| Which$6#1$ yet whoever examines right will$1$ find 221:02,185[A ]| To$9$ be an art as vain, as bottling up$5$ of wind:) 221:02,186[A ]| And when you find out these, believe true fame is there. 221:02,187[A ]| Far above all reward, yet to$4$ which$6#1$ all is due, 221:02,188[A ]| And this \ye great unknown\, is only known in$4$ you. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,189[A ]| The juggling sea-god when by$4$ chance trepanned 221:02,190[A ]| By$4$ some instructed querist sleeping on$4$ the sand, 221:02,191[A ]| Impatient of all answers, straight became 221:02,192[A ]| A stealing brook, and strove to$9$ creep away 221:02,193[A ]| Into his native sea, 221:02,194[A ]| Vexed at their follies, murmured in$4$ his stream; 221:02,195[A ]| But disappointed of his fond desire 221:02,196[A ]| Would vanish in$4$ a pyramid of fire. 221:02,197[A ]| This surly, slippery god, when he designed 221:02,198[A ]| To$9$ furnish his escapes, 221:02,199[A ]| Never borrowed more variety of shapes 221:02,200[A ]| Than you to$9$ please and satisfy mankind, 221:02,201[A ]| And seem (almost) transformed to$4$ water, flame, and air, 221:02,202[A ]| So$5#1$ well you answer all phenomenas there; 221:02,203[A ]| Though madmen and the wits, philosophers and fools, 221:02,204[A ]| With all that$6#1$ factious or enthusiastic dotards dream, 221:02,205[A ]| And all the incoherent jargon of the schools, 221:02,206[A ]| Though all the fumes of fear, hope, love, and shame, 221:02,207[A ]| Contrive to$9$ shock your minds, with many a senseless doubt, 221:02,208[A ]| Doubts, where the Delphic god would grope in$4$ ignorance and night, 221:02,209[A ]| The god of learning and of light 221:02,210[A ]| Would want a god himself to$9$ help him out. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,211[A ]| Philosophy, as it before us lies, 221:02,212[A ]| Seems to$9$ have borrowed some ungrateful taste 221:02,213[A ]| Of doubts, impertinence, and niceties, 221:02,214[A ]| From every age through which$6#1$ it passed, 221:02,215[A ]| But always with a stronger relish of the last. 221:02,216[A ]| This beauteous queen by$4$ heaven designed 221:02,217[A ]| To$9$ be the great original 221:02,218[A ]| For$4$ man to$9$ dress and polish his uncourtly mind, 221:02,219[A ]| In$4$ what mock-habits have they put her, since the Fall! 221:02,220[A ]| More oft in$4$ fools' and madmen's hands than sages' 221:02,221[A ]| She seems a medley of all ages, 221:02,222[A ]| With a huge fardingale to$9$ swell her fustian stuff, 221:02,223[A ]| A new commode, a topknot, and a ruff, 221:02,224[A ]| Her face patched over with modern pedantry, 221:02,225[A ]| With a long sweeping train 221:02,226[A ]| Of comments and disputes, ridiculous and vain, 221:02,227[A ]| All of old cut with a new dye, 221:02,228[A ]| How soon have you restored her charms! 221:02,229[A ]| And rid her of her lumber and her books, 221:02,230[A ]| Dressed her again genteel and neat, 221:02,231[A ]| And rather right than great, 221:02,232[A ]| How fond we are to$9$ court her to$4$ our arms! 221:02,233[A ]| How much of heaven is in$4$ her naked looks. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,234[A ]| Thus the deluding muse oft blinds me to$4$ her ways, 221:02,235[A ]| And even my very thoughts transfers 221:02,236[A ]| And changes all to$4$ beauty, and the praise 221:02,237[A ]| Of that$6#2$ proud tyrant sex of hers. 221:02,238[A ]| The rebel muse, alas, takes part 221:02,239[A ]| But with my own rebellious heart, 221:02,240[A ]| And you with fatal and immortal wit conspire 221:02,241[A ]| To$9$ fan the unhappy fire: 221:02,242[A ]| \Cruel unknown!\ what is it you intend! 221:02,243[A ]| Ah, could you! could you hope a poet for$4$ your friend! 221:02,244[A ]| Rather forgive what my first transport said, 221:02,245[A ]| May all the blood, which$6#1$ shall by$4$ woman's scorn be shed 221:02,246[A ]| Lie on$4$ you, and on$4$ your children's head, 221:02,247[A ]| For$3$ you (ah, did I think I ever should live to$9$ see 221:02,248[A ]| The fatal time when that$6#2$ could be) 221:02,249[A ]| Have even increased their pride and cruelty. 221:02,250[A ]| Woman seems now above all vanity grown, 221:02,251[A ]| Still boasting of her great unknown; 221:02,252[A ]| Platonic champions, gained without one female wile, 221:02,253[A ]| Or the vast \charges of a smile\; 221:02,254[A ]| Which$6#1$ it is a shame to$9$ see how much of late 221:02,255[A ]| You have taught the covetous wretches to$9$ overrate, 221:02,256[A ]| And which$6#1$ they have now the conscience to$9$ weigh 221:02,257[A ]| In$4$ the same balance with our tears, 221:02,258[A ]| And with such scanty wages pay 221:02,259[A ]| The bondage and the slavery of years. 221:02,260[A ]| Let the vain sex dream on$5$, their empire comes from us, 221:02,261[A ]| And had they common generosity 221:02,262[A ]| They would not use us thus. 221:02,263[A ]| Well ~~ though you have raised her to$4$ this high degree, 221:02,264[A ]| Ourselves are raised as well as she, 221:02,265[A ]| And spite of all that$6#1$ they or you can do, 221:02,266[A ]| It is pride and happiness enough to$4$ me 221:02,267[A ]| Still to$9$ be of the same exalted sex with you. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,268[A ]| Alas, how fleeting, and how vain, 221:02,269[A ]| Is even the nobler man, our learning and our wit, 221:02,270[A ]| I sigh whenever I think of it 221:02,271[A ]| As at the closing an unhappy scene 221:02,272[A ]| Of some great king and conqueror's death, 221:02,273[A ]| When the sad, melancholy muse 221:02,274[A ]| Strays but to$9$ catch his utmost breath, 221:02,275[A ]| I grieve, this noble work so$5#1$ happily begun, 221:02,276[A ]| So$5#1$ quickly, and so$5#1$ wonderfully carried on$5$, 221:02,277[A ]| Must fall at last to$4$ interest, folly, and abuse. 221:02,278[A ]| There is a noontide in$4$ our lives 221:02,279[A ]| Which$6#1$ still the sooner it arrives, 221:02,280[A ]| Although we boast our winter sun looks bright, 221:02,281[A ]| And foolishly are glad to$9$ see it at its height 221:02,282[A ]| Yet so$5#1$ much sooner comes the long and gloomy night. 221:02,283[A ]| No$2$ conquest ever yet begun 221:02,284[A ]| And by$4$ one mighty hero carried to$4$ its height 221:02,285[A ]| Ever flourished under a successor or a son; 221:02,286[A ]| It lost some mighty pieces through all hands it passed 221:02,287[A ]| And vanished to$4$ an empty title in$4$ the last. 221:02,288[A ]| For$3$ when the animating mind is fled, 221:02,289[A ]| (Which$6#1$ nature never can retain, 221:02,290[A ]| Nor ever call back again) 221:02,291[A ]| The body, though gigantic, lies all cold and dead. 221:02,000[' ]| 221:02,292[A ]| And thus undoubtedly it will$1$ fare, 221:02,293[A ]| With what unhappy men shall dare, 221:02,294[A ]| To$9$ be successors to$4$ these great unknown, 221:02,295[A ]| On$4$ Learning's high-established throne. 221:02,296[A ]| Censure, and Pedantry, and Pride, 221:02,297[A ]| Numberless nations, stretching far and wide, 221:02,298[A ]| Shall (I foresee it) soon with Gothic swarms come forth 221:02,299[A ]| From Ignorance's universal north, 221:02,300[A ]| And with blind rage break all this peaceful government; 221:02,301[A ]| Yet shall these traces of your wit remain 221:02,302[A ]| Like$4$ a just map to$9$ tell the vast extent 221:02,303[A ]| Of conquest in$4$ your short and happy reign; 221:02,304[A ]| And to$4$ all future mankind show 221:02,305[A ]| How strange a paradox is true, 221:02,306[A ]| That$3$ men, who$6#1$ lived and died without a name, 221:02,307[A ]| Are the chief heroes in$4$ the sacred list of fame. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,001[A ]| Virtue, the greatest of all monarchies, 221:03,002[A ]| Till its first emperor rebellious man 221:03,003[A ]| Deposed from off his seat 221:03,004[A ]| It fell, and broke with its own weight 221:03,005[A ]| Into small states and principalities, 221:03,006[A ]| By$4$ many a petty lord possessed, 221:03,007[A ]| But never since seated in$4$ one single breast. 221:03,008[A ]| It is you who$6#1$ must this land subdue, 221:03,009[A ]| The mighty conquest is left for$4$ you, 221:03,010[A ]| The conquest and discovery too: 221:03,011[A ]| Search out this Utopian ground, 221:03,012[A ]| Virtue's \7Terra 7incognita\, 221:03,013[A ]| Where none ever led the way, 221:03,014[A ]| Nor ever since but in$4$ descriptions found, 221:03,015[A ]| Like$4$ the philosopher's stone, 221:03,016[A ]| With rules to$9$ search it, yet obtained by$4$ none. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,017[A ]| We have too long been led astray, 221:03,018[A ]| Too long have our misguided souls been taught 221:03,019[A ]| With rules from musty morals brought, 221:03,020[A ]| It is you must put us in$4$ the way; 221:03,021[A ]| Let us (for$4$ shame) no$2$ more be fed 221:03,022[A ]| With antique relics of the dead, 221:03,023[A ]| The gleanings of philosophy, 221:03,024[A ]| Philosophy! the lumber of the schools, 221:03,025[A ]| The roguery of alchemy, 221:03,026[A ]| And we bubbled fools 221:03,027[A ]| Spend all our present stock in$4$ hopes of golden rules. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,028[A ]| But what does our proud ignorance learning call, 221:03,029[A ]| We oddly Plato's paradox make good, 221:03,030[A ]| Our knowledge is but mere remembrance all, 221:03,031[A ]| Remembrance is our treasure and our food; 221:03,032[A ]| Nature's fair table-book our tender souls 221:03,033[A ]| We scrawl all over with old and empty rules, 221:03,034[A ]| Stale memorandums of the schools; 221:03,035[A ]| For$4$ learning's mighty treasures look 221:03,036[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ deep grave a book, 221:03,037[A ]| Think she there does all her treasures hide, 221:03,038[A ]| And that$3$ her troubled ghost still haunts there since she died; 221:03,039[A ]| Confine her walks to$4$ colleges and schools, 221:03,040[A ]| Her priests, her train and followers show 221:03,041[A ]| As if they all were spectres too, 221:03,042[A ]| They purchase knowledge at the expense 221:03,043[A ]| Of common breeding, common sense, 221:03,044[A ]| And at once grow scholars and fools; 221:03,045[A ]| Affect ill-mannered pedantry, 221:03,046[A ]| Rudeness, ill-nature, incivility, 221:03,047[A ]| And sick with dregs of knowledge grown, 221:03,048[A ]| Which$6#1$ greedily they swallow down, 221:03,049[A ]| Still cast it up$5$ and nauseate company. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,050[A ]| Cursed be the wretch, nay doubly cursed, 221:03,051[A ]| (If it may lawful be 221:03,052[A ]| To$9$ curse our greatest enemy) 221:03,053[A ]| Who$6#1$ learnt himself that$6#2$ heresy first 221:03,054[A ]| (Which$6#1$ since has seized on$4$ all the rest) 221:03,055[A ]| That$3$ knowledge forfeits all humanity; 221:03,056[A ]| Taught us, like$4$ Spaniards, to$9$ be proud and poor, 221:03,057[A ]| And fling our scraps before our door, 221:03,058[A ]| Thrice happy you have escaped this general pest; 221:03,059[A ]| Those mighty epithets, learned, good, and great, 221:03,060[A ]| Which$6#1$ we never joined before, but in$4$ romances meet, 221:03,061[A ]| We find in$4$ you at last united grown. 221:03,062[A ]| You can not be compared to$4$ one, 221:03,063[A ]| I must, like$4$ him that$6#1$ painted Venus' face, 221:03,064[A ]| Borrow from everyone a grace; 221:03,065[A ]| Virgil and Epicurus will$1$ not do, 221:03,066[A ]| Their courting a retreat like$4$ you, 221:03,067[A ]| Unless I put in$5$ Caesar's learning too, 221:03,068[A ]| Your happy frame at once controls 221:03,069[A ]| This great triumvirate of souls. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,070[A ]| Let not old Rome boast Fabius' fate, 221:03,071[A ]| He saved his country by$4$ delays, 221:03,072[A ]| But you by$4$ peace, 221:03,073[A ]| You bought it at a cheaper rate; 221:03,074[A ]| Nor has it left the usual bloody scar, 221:03,075[A ]| To$9$ show it cost its price in$4$ war, 221:03,076[A ]| War! that$6#2$ mad game, the world so$5#1$ loves to$9$ play, 221:03,077[A ]| And for$4$ it does so$5#1$ dearly pay; 221:03,078[A ]| For$3$ though with loss or victory awhile 221:03,079[A ]| Fortune the gamesters does beguile, 221:03,080[A ]| Yet at the last the box sweeps all away. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,081[A ]| Only the laurel got by$4$ peace 221:03,082[A ]| No$2$ thunder ever can blast, 221:03,083[A ]| The artillery of the skies 221:03,084[A ]| Shoots to$4$ the earth and dies; 221:03,085[A ]| Forever green and flourishing it will$1$ last, 221:03,086[A ]| Nor dipped in$4$ blood, nor widow's tears, nor orphan's cries: 221:03,087[A ]| About the head crowned with these bays, 221:03,088[A ]| Like$4$ lambent fire the lightning plays; 221:03,089[A ]| Nor its triumphal cavalcade to$9$ grace 221:03,090[A ]| Make up$5$ its solemn train with death; 221:03,091[A ]| It melts the sword, yet keeps it in$4$ its sheath. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,092[A ]| The wily shafts of state, those juggler's tricks 221:03,093[A ]| Which$6#1$ we call deep design and politics 221:03,094[A ]| (As in$4$ a theatre the ignorant fry, 221:03,095[A ]| Because the cords escape their eye 221:03,096[A ]| Wonder to$9$ see the motions fly) 221:03,097[A ]| Methinks, when you expose the scene, 221:03,098[A ]| Down the ill-organed engines fall; 221:03,099[A ]| Off fly the vizards and discover all, 221:03,100[A ]| How plain I see through the deceit! 221:03,101[A ]| How shallow! and how gross the cheat! 221:03,102[A ]| Look where the pulley is tied above! 221:03,103[A ]| Great God! (said I) what have I seen! 221:03,104[A ]| On$4$ what poor engines move 221:03,105[A ]| The thoughts of monarchs, and designs of states, 221:03,106[A ]| What petty motives rule their fates! 221:03,107[A ]| How the mouse makes the mighty mountain shake! 221:03,108[A ]| The mighty mountain labours with its birth, 221:03,109[A ]| Away the frighted peasants fly, 221:03,110[A ]| Scared at the unheard-of prodigy, 221:03,111[A ]| Expect some great gigantic son of earth; 221:03,112[A ]| Lo, it appears! 221:03,113[A ]| See, how they tremble! how they quake! 221:03,114[A ]| Out starts the little beast, and mocks their idle fears. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,115[A ]| Then tell (dear favourite muse) 221:03,116[A ]| What serpent is that$6#2$ which$6#1$ still resorts, 221:03,117[A ]| Still lurks in$4$ palaces and courts, 221:03,118[A ]| Take thy unwonted flight, 221:03,119[A ]| And on$4$ the terrace light. 221:03,120[A ]| See where she lies! 221:03,121[A ]| See how she rears her head, 221:03,122[A ]| And rolls about her dreadful eyes, 221:03,123[A ]| To$9$ drive all virtue out, or look it dead! 221:03,124[A ]| It was sure this basilisk sent Temple thence, 221:03,125[A ]| And though as some (it is said) for$4$ their defence 221:03,126[A ]| Have worn a casement over their skin, 221:03,127[A ]| So$3$ he wore his within, 221:03,128[A ]| Made up$5$ a virtue and transparent innocence: 221:03,129[A ]| And though he oft renewed the fight, 221:03,130[A ]| And almost got priority of sight, 221:03,131[A ]| He never could overcome her quite, 221:03,132[A ]| (In$4$ pieces cut, the viper still did reunite) 221:03,133[A ]| Till at last tired with loss of time and ease, 221:03,134[A ]| Resolved to$9$ give himself, as well as country peace. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,135[A ]| Sing (beloved muse) the pleasures of retreat, 221:03,136[A ]| And in$4$ some untouched virgin strain 221:03,137[A ]| Show the delights thy sister Nature yields, 221:03,138[A ]| Sing of thy vales, sing of thy woods, sing of thy fields; 221:03,139[A ]| Go publish over the plain 221:03,140[A ]| How mighty a proselyte you gain! 221:03,141[A ]| How noble a reprisal on$4$ the great! 221:03,142[A ]| How is the muse luxuriant grown, 221:03,143[A ]| Whenever she takes this flight 221:03,144[A ]| She soars clear out of sight, 221:03,145[A ]| These are the paradises of her own; 221:03,146[A ]| (The Pegasus, like$4$ an unruly horse 221:03,147[A ]| Though never so$5#1$ gently led 221:03,148[A ]| To$4$ the loved pasture where he used to$9$ feed, 221:03,149[A ]| Runs violently over his usual course.) 221:03,150[A ]| Wake from thy wanton dreams, 221:03,151[A ]| Come from thy dear-loved streams, 221:03,152[A ]| The crooked paths of wandering Thames. 221:03,153[A ]| Fain the nymph would stay, 221:03,154[A ]| Oft she looks back in$4$ vain, 221:03,155[A ]| Oft against her fountain does complain, 221:03,156[A ]| And softly steals in$4$ many windings down, 221:03,157[A ]| As loath to$9$ see the hated court and town, 221:03,158[A ]| And murmurs as she glides away. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,159[A ]| In$4$ this new happy scene 221:03,160[A ]| Are nobler subjects for$4$ your learned pen; 221:03,161[A ]| Here we expect from you 221:03,162[A ]| More than your predecessor, Adam, knew; 221:03,163[A ]| Whatever moves our wonder or our sport, 221:03,164[A ]| Whatever serves for$4$ innocent emblems of the court; 221:03,165[A ]| How that$6#2$ which$6#1$ we a kernel see, 221:03,166[A ]| Whose well-compacted forms escape the light, 221:03,167[A ]| Unpierced by$4$ the blunt rays of sight, 221:03,168[A ]| Shall ever long grow into a tree, 221:03,169[A ]| Whence takes it its increase, and whence its birth 221:03,170[A ]| Or from the sun, or from the air, or from the earth, 221:03,171[A ]| Where all the fruitful atoms lie, 221:03,172[A ]| How some go downwards to$4$ the root, 221:03,173[A ]| Some more ambitiously upwards fly, 221:03,174[A ]| And form the leaves, the branches, and the fruit, 221:03,175[A ]| You strove to$9$ cultivate a barren court in$4$ vain, 221:03,176[A ]| Your garden's better worth your noble pain, 221:03,177[A ]| Hence mankind fell, and here must rise again. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,178[A ]| Shall I believe a spirit so$5#1$ divine 221:03,179[A ]| Was cast in$4$ the same mould with mine? 221:03,180[A ]| Why then does Nature so$5#1$ unjustly share 221:03,181[A ]| Among her elder sons the whole estate 221:03,182[A ]| And all her jewels and her plate? 221:03,183[A ]| Poor we cadets of heaven, not worth her care, 221:03,184[A ]| Take up$5$ at best with lumber and the leavings of a fate: 221:03,185[A ]| Some she binds prentice to$4$ the spade, 221:03,186[A ]| Some to$4$ the drudgery of a trade, 221:03,187[A ]| Some she does to$4$ Egyptian bondage draw, 221:03,188[A ]| Bids us make bricks, yet sends us to$9$ look out for$4$ straw; 221:03,189[A ]| Some she condemns for$4$ life to$9$ try 221:03,190[A ]| To$9$ dig the leaden mines of deep philosophy: 221:03,191[A ]| Me she has to$4$ the muse's galleys tied, 221:03,192[A ]| In$4$ vain I strive to$9$ cross this spacious main, 221:03,193[A ]| In$4$ vain I tug and pull the oar, 221:03,194[A ]| And when I almost reach the shore 221:03,195[A ]| Straight the muse turns the helm, and I launch out again; 221:03,196[A ]| And yet to$9$ feed my pride, 221:03,197[A ]| Whenever I mourn, stops my complaining breath, 221:03,198[A ]| With promise of a mad reversion after death. 221:03,000[' ]| 221:03,199[A ]| Then (sir) accept this worthless verse, 221:03,200[A ]| The tribute of an humble muse, 221:03,201[A ]| It is all the portion of my niggard stars; 221:03,202[A ]| Nature the hidden spark did at my birth infuse, 221:03,203[A ]| And kindled first with indolence and ease, 221:03,204[A ]| And since too oft debauched by$4$ praise, 221:03,205[A ]| It is now grown an incurable disease: 221:03,206[A ]| In$4$ vain to$9$ quench this foolish fire I try 221:03,207[A ]| In$4$ wisdom and philosophy; 221:03,208[A ]| In$4$ vain all wholesome herbs I sow, 221:03,209[A ]| Where nought but weeds will$1$ grow. 221:03,210[A ]| Whatever I plant (like$4$ corn on$4$ barren earth) 221:03,211[A ]| By$4$ an equivocal birth 221:03,212[A ]| Seeds and runs up$5$ to$4$ poetry. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,001[A ]| Truth is eternal, and the son of heaven, 221:04,002[A ]| Bright effluence of the immortal ray, 221:04,003[A ]| Chief cherub, and chief lamp of that$6#2$ high sacred seven, 221:04,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ guard the throne by$4$ night, and are its light by$4$ day: 221:04,005[A ]| First of God's darling attributes, 221:04,006[A ]| Thou daily seest Him face to$4$ face, 221:04,007[A ]| Nor does thy essence fixed depend on$4$ giddy circumstance 221:04,008[A ]| Of time or place, 221:04,009[A ]| Two foolish guides in$4$ every sublunary dance: 221:04,010[A ]| How shall we find thee then in$4$ dark disputes? 221:04,011[A ]| How shall we search thee in$4$ a battle gained, 221:04,012[A ]| Or a weak argument by$4$ force maintained? 221:04,013[A ]| In$4$ dagger-contests, and the artillery of words, 221:04,014[A ]| (For$3$ swords are madmen's tongues, and tongues are madmen's 221:04,014[A ]| swords) 221:04,015[A ]| Contrived to$9$ tire all patience out, 221:04,016[A ]| And not to$9$ satisfy the doubt: 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,017[A ]| But where is even thy image on$4$ our earth? 221:04,018[A ]| For$3$ of the person much I fear, 221:04,019[A ]| Since heaven will$1$ claim its residence as well as birth, 221:04,020[A ]| And God Himself has said, He shall not find it here. 221:04,021[A ]| For$3$ this inferior world is but heaven's dusky shade, 221:04,022[A ]| By$4$ dark reverted rays from its reflection made; 221:04,023[A ]| Whence the weak shapes wild and imperfect pass, 221:04,024[A ]| Like$4$ sunbeams shot at too far distance from a glass; 221:04,025[A ]| Which$6#1$ all the mimic forms express, 221:04,026[A ]| Though in$4$ strange uncouth postures, and uncomely dress; 221:04,027[A ]| So$3$ when Cartesian artists try 221:04,028[A ]| To$9$ solve appearances of sight 221:04,029[A ]| In$4$ its reception to$4$ the eye, 221:04,030[A ]| And catch the living landscape through a scanty light, 221:04,031[A ]| The figures all inverted show, 221:04,032[A ]| And colours of a faded hue; 221:04,033[A ]| Here a pale shape with upward footstep treads, 221:04,034[A ]| And men seem walking on$4$ their heads; 221:04,035[A ]| There whole herds suspended lie 221:04,036[A ]| Ready to$9$ tumble down into the sky; 221:04,037[A ]| Such are the ways ill-guided mortals go 221:04,038[A ]| To$9$ judge of things above by$4$ things below. 221:04,039[A ]| Disjointing shapes as in$4$ the fairy-land of dreams, 221:04,040[A ]| Or images that$6#1$ sink in$4$ streams; 221:04,041[A ]| No$2$ wonder, then, we talk amiss 221:04,042[A ]| Of truth, and what, or where it is: 221:04,043[A ]| Say muse, for$3$ thou, if any, knowest 221:04,044[A ]| Since the bright essence fled, where haunts the reverend ghost? 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,045[A ]| If all that$6#1$ our weak knowledge titles virtue, be 221:04,046[A ]| (High truth) the best resemblance of exalted Thee, 221:04,047[A ]| If a mind fixed to$9$ combat fate 221:04,048[A ]| With those two powerful swords, Submission and Humility, 221:04,049[A ]| Sounds truly good, or truly great; 221:04,050[A ]| Ill may I live, if the good SANCROFT in$4$ his holy rest, 221:04,051[A ]| In$4$ the divinity of retreat, 221:04,052[A ]| Be not the brightest patterns earth can show 221:04,053[A ]| Of heaven-born truth below: 221:04,054[A ]| But foolish man still judges what is best 221:04,055[A ]| In$4$ his own balance, false and light, 221:04,056[A ]| Following opinion, dark, and blind, 221:04,057[A ]| That$6#2$ vagrant leader of the mind, 221:04,058[A ]| Till Honesty and Conscience are clear out of sight. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,059[A ]| And some, to$9$ be large ciphers in$4$ a state, 221:04,060[A ]| Pleased with an empty swelling to$9$ be counted great; 221:04,061[A ]| Make their minds travel over infinity of space, 221:04,062[A ]| Rapt through the wide expanse of thought, 221:04,063[A ]| And oft in$4$ contradiction's vortex caught, 221:04,064[A ]| To$9$ keep that$6#2$ worthless clod, the body, in$4$ one place: 221:04,065[A ]| Errors like$4$ this did old astronomers misguide, 221:04,066[A ]| Led blindly on$5$ by$4$ gross philosophy and pride, 221:04,067[A ]| Who$6#1$, like$4$ hard masters, taught the sun 221:04,068[A ]| Through many a needless sphere to$9$ run, 221:04,069[A ]| Many an eccentric and unthrifty motion make, 221:04,070[A ]| And thousand incoherent journeys take, 221:04,071[A ]| Whilst all the advantage by$4$ it got, 221:04,072[A ]| Was but to$9$ light earth's inconsiderable spot. 221:04,073[A ]| The herd beneath, who$6#1$ see the weathercock of state 221:04,074[A ]| Hung loosely on$4$ the church's pinnacle, 221:04,075[A ]| Believe it firm, because perhaps the day is mild and still; 221:04,076[A ]| But when they find it turn with the first blast of fate, 221:04,077[A ]| By$4$ gazing upwards giddy grow, 221:04,078[A ]| And think the church itself does so$5#2$; 221:04,079[A ]| Thus fools, for$4$ being strong and numerous grown, 221:04,080[A ]| Suppose the truth, like$4$ all the world, their own; 221:04,081[A ]| And holy SANCROFT's motion quite irregular appears, 221:04,082[A ]| Because it is opposite to$4$ theirs. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,083[A ]| In$4$ vain then would the muse the multitude advise, 221:04,084[A ]| Whose peevish knowledge thus perversely lies 221:04,085[A ]| In$4$ gathering follies from the wise; 221:04,086[A ]| Rather put on$5$ thy anger and thy spite, 221:04,087[A ]| And some kind power for$4$ once dispense 221:04,088[A ]| Through the dark mass, the dawn of so$5#1$ much sense, 221:04,089[A ]| To$9$ make them understand, and feel me when I write; 221:04,090[A ]| The muse and I no$2$ more revenge desire, 221:04,091[A ]| Each line shall stab, shall blast, like$4$ daggers and like$4$ fire; 221:04,092[A ]| Ah, Britain, land of angels! which$6#1$ of all thy sins, 221:04,093[A ]| (Say, hapless isle, although 221:04,094[A ]| It is a bloody list we know) 221:04,095[A ]| Has given thee up$5$ a dwelling-place to$4$ fiends? 221:04,096[A ]| Sin and the plague ever abound 221:04,097[A ]| In$4$ governments too easy, and too fruitful ground; 221:04,098[A ]| Evils which$6#1$ a too gentle king, 221:04,099[A ]| Too flourishing a spring, 221:04,100[A ]| And too warm summers bring: 221:04,101[A ]| Our British soil is over-rank, and breeds 221:04,102[A ]| Among the noblest flowers a thousand poisonous weeds, 221:04,103[A ]| And every stinking weed so$5#1$ lofty grows, 221:04,104[A ]| As if it would overshade the royal rose, 221:04,105[A ]| The royal rose the glory of our morn, 221:04,106[A ]| But, ah, too much without a thorn. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,107[A ]| Forgive (original mildness) this ill-governed zeal, 221:04,108[A ]| It is all the angry slighted muse can do 221:04,109[A ]| In$4$ the pollution of these days; 221:04,110[A ]| No$2$ province now is left her but to$9$ rail, 221:04,111[A ]| And poetry has lost the art to$9$ praise, 221:04,112[A ]| Alas, the occasions are so$5#1$ few: 221:04,113[A ]| None before but you, 221:04,114[A ]| And your almighty master, knew 221:04,115[A ]| With heavenly peace of mind to$9$ bear 221:04,116[A ]| (Free from our tyrant-passions, anger, scorn, or fear) 221:04,117[A ]| The giddy turns of popular rage, 221:04,118[A ]| And all the contradictions of a poisoned age; 221:04,119[A ]| The Son of God pronounced by$4$ the same breath 221:04,120[A ]| With straight pronounced his death; 221:04,121[A ]| And though I should but ill be understood 221:04,122[A ]| In$4$ wholly equalling our sin and theirs, 221:04,123[A ]| And measuring by$4$ the scanty thread of wit 221:04,124[A ]| What we call holy, and great, and just, and good, 221:04,125[A ]| (Methods in$4$ talk whereof our pride and ignorance makes us use) 221:04,126[A ]| And which$6#1$ our wild ambition foolishly compares 221:04,127[A ]| With endless and with infinite; 221:04,128[A ]| Yet pardon, native Albion, when I say 221:04,129[A ]| Among thy stubborn sons there haunts that$6#2$ spirit of Jews, 221:04,130[A ]| That$6#1$ those forsaken wretches who$6#1$ today 221:04,131[A ]| Revile His great ambassador, 221:04,132[A ]| Seem to$9$ discover what they would have done 221:04,133[A ]| (Were his humanity on$4$ earth once more) 221:04,134[A ]| To$4$ his undoubted master, heaven's almighty son. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,135[A ]| But zeal is weak and ignorant, though wondrous proud, 221:04,136[A ]| Though very turbulent and very loud; 221:04,137[A ]| The crazy composition shows, 221:04,138[A ]| Like$4$ that$6#2$ fantastic medley in$4$ the idol's toes, 221:04,139[A ]| Made up$5$ of iron mixed with clay, 221:04,140[A ]| This, crumbles into dust, 221:04,141[A ]| That$6#2$, moulders into rust, 221:04,142[A ]| Or melts by$4$ the first shower away. 221:04,143[A ]| Nothing is fixed that$6#1$ mortals see or know, 221:04,144[A ]| Unless, perhaps, some stars above be so$5#2$; 221:04,145[A ]| And those, alas, do show 221:04,146[A ]| Like$4$ all transcendent excellence below; 221:04,147[A ]| In$4$ both, false mediums cheat our sight, 221:04,148[A ]| And far exalted objects lessen by$4$ their height: 221:04,149[A ]| Thus, primitive SANCROFT moves too high 221:04,150[A ]| To$9$ be observed by$4$ vulgar eye, 221:04,151[A ]| And rolls the silent year 221:04,152[A ]| On$4$ his own secret regular sphere, 221:04,153[A ]| And sheds, though all unseen, his sacred influence here. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,154[A ]| Kind star, still mayst thou shed thy sacred influence here, 221:04,155[A ]| Or from thy private peaceful orb appear; 221:04,156[A ]| For$3$, sure, we want some guide from heaven to$9$ show 221:04,157[A ]| The way which$6#1$ every wandering fool below 221:04,158[A ]| Pretends so$5#1$ perfectly to$9$ know; 221:04,159[A ]| And which$6#1$ for$4$ aught I see, and much I fear, 221:04,160[A ]| The world has wholly missed; 221:04,161[A ]| I mean, the way which$6#1$ leads to$4$ Christ: 221:04,162[A ]| Mistaken idiots! see how giddily they run, 221:04,163[A ]| Led blindly on$5$ by$4$ avarice and pride, 221:04,164[A ]| What mighty numbers follow them; 221:04,165[A ]| Each fond of erring with his guide: 221:04,166[A ]| Some whom ambition drives, seek heaven's high son 221:04,167[A ]| In$4$ Caesar's court, or in$4$ Jerusalem; 221:04,168[A ]| Others, ignorantly wise, 221:04,169[A ]| Among proud doctors and disputing pharisees: 221:04,170[A ]| What could the sages gain but unbelieving scorn; 221:04,171[A ]| Their faith was so$5#1$ uncourtly when they said 221:04,172[A ]| That$3$ heaven's high son was in$4$ a village born; 221:04,173[A ]| That$3$ the world's saviour had been 221:04,174[A ]| In$4$ a vile manger laid, 221:04,175[A ]| And fostered in$4$ a wretched inn. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,176[A ]| Necessity, thou tyrant conscience of the great, 221:04,177[A ]| Say, why the church is still led blindfold by$4$ the state? 221:04,178[A ]| Why should the first be ruined and laid waste, 221:04,179[A ]| To$9$ mend the dilapidations in$4$ the last? 221:04,180[A ]| And yet the world, whose eyes are on$4$ our mighty prince, 221:04,181[A ]| Thinks heaven has cancelled all our sins, 221:04,182[A ]| And that$3$ his subjects share his happy influence; 221:04,183[A ]| Follow the model close, for$3$ so$5#2$ I am sure they should, 221:04,184[A ]| But wicked kings draw more examples than the good; 221:04,185[A ]| And divine SANCROFT, weary with the weight 221:04,186[A ]| Of a declining church, by$4$ faction her worse foe oppressed, 221:04,187[A ]| Finding the mitre almost grown 221:04,188[A ]| A load as heavy as the crown, 221:04,189[A ]| Wisely retreated to$4$ his heavenly rest. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,190[A ]| Ah, may no$2$ unkind earthquake of the state, 221:04,191[A ]| Nor hurricano from the crown, 221:04,192[A ]| Disturb the present mitre, as that$6#2$ fearful storm of late, 221:04,193[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ its dusky march along the plain, 221:04,194[A ]| Swept up$5$ whole churches as it list, 221:04,195[A ]| Wrapped in$4$ a whirlwind and a mist; 221:04,196[A ]| Like$4$ that$6#2$ prophetic tempest in$4$ the virgin reign, 221:04,197[A ]| And swallowed them at last, or flung them down. 221:04,198[A ]| Such were the storms good SANCROFT long has borne; 221:04,199[A ]| The mitre, which$6#1$ his sacred head has worn, 221:04,200[A ]| Was, like$4$ his master's crown, enwreathed with thorn. 221:04,201[A ]| Death's sting is swallowed up$5$ in$4$ victory at last, 221:04,202[A ]| The bitter cup is from him passed: 221:04,203[A ]| Fortune in$4$ both extremes, 221:04,204[A ]| Though blasts from contrariety of winds, 221:04,205[A ]| Yet to$4$ firm heavenly minds, 221:04,206[A ]| Is but one thing under two different names; 221:04,207[A ]| And even the sharpest eye that$6#1$ has the prospect seen, 221:04,208[A ]| Confesses ignorance to$9$ judge between; 221:04,209[A ]| And must, to$4$ human reasoning opposite, conclude 221:04,210[A ]| To$9$ point out which$6#1$ is moderation, which$6#1$ is fortitude. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,211[A ]| Thus SANCROFT, in$4$ the exaltation of retreat, 221:04,212[A ]| Shows lustre that$6#1$ was shaded in$4$ his seat; 221:04,213[A ]| Short glimmerings of the prelate glorified; 221:04,214[A ]| Which$6#1$ the disguise of greatness only served to$9$ hide; 221:04,215[A ]| Why should the sun, alas, be proud 221:04,216[A ]| To$9$ lodge behind a golden cloud; 221:04,217[A ]| Though fringed with evening gold the cloud appears so$5#1$ gay, 221:04,218[A ]| It is but a low-born vapour kindled by$4$ a ray; 221:04,219[A ]| At length it is over-blown and past, 221:04,220[A ]| Puffed by$4$ the people's spiteful blast, 221:04,221[A ]| The dazzling glory dims their prostituted sight, 221:04,222[A ]| No$2$ deflowered eye can face the naked light: 221:04,223[A ]| Yet does this high perfection well proceed 221:04,224[A ]| From strength of its own native seed, 221:04,225[A ]| This wilderness the world, like$4$ that$6#2$ poetic wood of old, 221:04,226[A ]| Bears one, and but one branch of gold, 221:04,227[A ]| Where the blessed spirit lodges like$4$ the dove, 221:04,228[A ]| And which$6#1$ (to$4$ heavenly soil transplanted) will$1$ improve, 221:04,229[A ]| To$9$ be, as it was below, the brightest plant above; 221:04,230[A ]| For$3$, whatever theologic levellers dream, 221:04,231[A ]| There are degrees above I know 221:04,232[A ]| As well as here below, 221:04,233[A ]| (The goddess muse herself has told me so$5#2$) 221:04,234[A ]| Where high patrician souls dressed heavenly gay, 221:04,235[A ]| Sit clad in$4$ lawn of purer woven day, 221:04,236[A ]| There some high spiritual throne to$4$ SANCROFT shall be given, 221:04,237[A ]| In$4$ the metropolis of heaven; 221:04,238[A ]| Chief of the mitred saints, and from arch-prelate here, 221:04,239[A ]| Translated to$4$ arch-angel there. 221:04,000[' ]| 221:04,240[A ]| Since, happy saint, since it has been of late 221:04,241[A ]| Either our blindness or our fate, 221:04,242[A ]| To$9$ lose the providence of thy cares, 221:04,243[A ]| Pity a miserable church's tears, 221:04,244[A ]| That$6#1$ begs the powerful blessing of thy prayers. 221:04,245[A ]| Some angel say, what were the nation's crimes, 221:04,246[A ]| That$6#1$ sent these wild reformers to$4$ our times; 221:04,247[A ]| Say what their senseless malice meant, 221:04,248[A ]| To$9$ tear Religion's lovely face; 221:04,249[A ]| Strip her of every ornament and grace, 221:04,250[A ]| In$4$ striving to$9$ wash off the imaginary paint: 221:04,251[A ]| Religion now does on$4$ her deathbed lie, 221:04,252[A ]| Heartsick of a high fever and consuming atrophy; 221:04,253[A ]| How the physicians swarm to$9$ show their mortal skill, 221:04,254[A ]| And by$4$ their college-arts methodically kill: 221:04,255[A ]| Reformers and physicians differ but in$4$ name, 221:04,256[A ]| One end in$4$ both, and the design the same; 221:04,257[A ]| Cordials are in$4$ their talk, whilst all they mean 221:04,258[A ]| Is but the patient's death, and gain ~~ 221:04,259[A ]| Check in$5$ thy satire, angry muse, 221:04,260[A ]| Or a more worthy subject choose: 221:04,261[A ]| Let not the outcasts of this outcast age 221:04,262[A ]| Provoke the honour of my muse's rage, 221:04,263[A ]| Nor be thy mighty spirit raised, 221:04,264[A ]| Since heaven and Cato both are pleased ~~ 221:05,000[' ]| 221:05,001[A ]| Thrice, with a prophet's voice and prophet's power, 221:05,002[A ]| The muse was called in$4$ a poetic hour, 221:05,003[A ]| And insolently thrice, the slighted maid 221:05,004[A ]| Dared to$9$ suspend her unregarded aid; 221:05,005[A ]| Then with that$6#2$ grief we form in$4$ spirits divine, 221:05,006[A ]| Pleads for$4$ her own neglect, and thus reproaches mine: 221:05,007@b | ""Once highly honoured! False is the pretence 221:05,008@b | You make to$4$ truth, retreat, and innocence; 221:05,009@b | Who$6#1$, to$9$ pollute my shades, bringst with thee down 221:05,010@b | The most ungenerous vices of the town; 221:05,011@b | Never sprang a youth from out this isle before 221:05,012@b | I once esteemed, and loved, and favoured more, 221:05,013@b | Nor ever maid endured such court-like scorn, 221:05,014@b | So$5#1$ much in$4$ mode, so$5#1$ very city-born; 221:05,015@b | It is with a foul design the muse you send, 221:05,016@b | Like$4$ a cast mistress to$4$ your wicked friend; 221:05,017@b | But find some new address, some fresh deceit, 221:05,018@b | Nor practise such an antiquated cheat; 221:05,019@b | These are the beaten methods of the stews, 221:05,020@b | Stale forms of course, all mean deceivers use, 221:05,021@b | Who$6#1$ barbarously think to$9$ escape reproach, 221:05,022@b | By$4$ prostituting her they first debauch."" 221:05,023[A ]| Thus did the muse severe unkindly blame 221:05,024[A ]| This offering long designed to$4$ Congreve's fame; 221:05,025[A ]| First chid the zeal as unpoetic fire, 221:05,026[A ]| Which$6#1$ soon her merit forced her to$9$ inspire; 221:05,027[A ]| Then call this verse, that$6#1$ speaks her largest aid, 221:05,028[A ]| The greatest compliment she ever made, 221:05,029[A ]| And wisely judge, no$2$ power beneath divine 221:05,030[A ]| Could leap the bounds which$6#1$ part your world and mine; 221:05,031[A ]| For$3$, youth, believe, to$4$ your unseen, is fixed 221:05,032[A ]| A mighty gulf unpassable betwixt. 221:05,033[A ]| Nor tax the goddess of a mean design 221:05,034[A ]| To$9$ praise your parts by$4$ publishing of mine; 221:05,035[A ]| That$6#2$ be my thought when some large bulky writ 221:05,036[A ]| Shows in$4$ the front the ambition of my wit; 221:05,037[A ]| There to$9$ surmount what bears me up$5$, and sing 221:05,038[A ]| Like$4$ the victorious wren perched on$4$ the eagle's wing; 221:05,039[A ]| This could I do, and proudly over him tower, 221:05,040[A ]| Were my desires but heightened to$4$ my power. 221:05,041[A ]| Godlike the force of my young Congreve's bays, 221:05,042[A ]| Softening the muse's thunder into praise; 221:05,043[A ]| Sent to$9$ assist an old unvanquished pride 221:05,044[A ]| That$6#1$ looks with scorn on$4$ half mankind beside; 221:05,045[A ]| A pride that$6#1$ well suspends poor mortals' fate, 221:05,046[A ]| Gets between them and my resentment's weight, 221:05,047[A ]| Stands in$4$ the gap betwixt me and wretched men, 221:05,048[A ]| To$9$ avert the impending judgements of my pen. 221:05,049[A ]| Thus I look down with mercy on$4$ the age, 221:05,050[A ]| By$4$ hopes my Congreve will$1$ reform the stage; 221:05,051[A ]| For$3$ never did poetic mine before 221:05,052[A ]| Produce a richer vein or cleaner ore: 221:05,053[A ]| The bullion stamped in$4$ your refining mind 221:05,054[A ]| Serves by$4$ retail to$9$ furnish half mankind. 221:05,055[A ]| With indignation I behold your wit 221:05,056[A ]| Forced on$4$ me, cracked, and clipped, and counterfeit, 221:05,057[A ]| By$4$ vile pretenders, who$6#1$ a stock maintain 221:05,058[A ]| From broken scraps and filings of your brain. 221:05,059[A ]| Through native dross your share is hardly known, 221:05,060[A ]| And by$4$ short views mistook for$4$ all your own; 221:05,061[A ]| So$5#1$ small the gain from those your wit do reap, 221:05,062[A ]| Who$6#1$ blend it into folly's larger heap, 221:05,063[A ]| Like$4$ the sun's scattered beams which$6#1$ pass, 221:05,064[A ]| When some rough hand breaks the assembling glass. 221:05,065[A ]| Yet want your critics no$2$ just cause to$9$ rail, 221:05,066[A ]| Since knaves are never obliged for$4$ what they steal. 221:05,067[A ]| These pad on$4$ wit's high road, and suits maintain 221:05,068[A ]| With those they rob, by$4$ what their trade does gain. 221:05,069[A ]| Thus censure seems that$6#2$ fiery froth which$6#1$ breeds 221:05,070[A ]| Over the sun's face, and from his heat proceeds, 221:05,071[A ]| Crusts over the day, shadowing its parent beam 221:05,072[A ]| As ancient nature's modern masters dream; 221:05,073[A ]| This bids some curious praters here below 221:05,074[A ]| Call Titan sick, because their sight is so$5#2$; 221:05,075[A ]| And well, methinks, does this allusion fit 221:05,076[A ]| To$4$ scribblers, and the god of light and wit; 221:05,077[A ]| Those who$6#1$ by$4$ wild delusions entertain 221:05,078[A ]| A lust of rhyming for$4$ a poet's vein, 221:05,079[A ]| Raise envy's clouds to$9$ leave themselves in$4$ night, 221:05,080[A ]| But can no$2$ more obscure my Congreve's light 221:05,081[A ]| Than swarms of gnats, that$6#1$ wanton in$4$ a ray 221:05,082[A ]| Which$6#1$ gave them birth, can rob the world of day. 221:05,083[A ]| What northern hive poured out these foes to$4$ wit? 221:05,084[A ]| Whence came these Goths to$9$ overrun the pit? 221:05,085[A ]| How would you blush the shameful birth to$9$ hear 221:05,086[A ]| Of those you so$5#1$ ignobly stoop to$9$ fear; 221:05,087[A ]| For$3$, ill to$4$ them, long have I travelled since 221:05,088[A ]| Round all the circles of impertinence, 221:05,089[A ]| Searched in$4$ the nest where every worm did lie 221:05,090[A ]| Before it grew a city butterfly; 221:05,091[A ]| I am sure I found them other kind of things 221:05,092[A ]| Than those with backs of silk and golden wings; 221:05,093[A ]| A search, no$2$ doubt, as curious and as wise 221:05,094[A ]| As virtuosos' in$4$ detecting flies; 221:05,095[A ]| For$3$, could you think? the fiercest foes you dread, 221:05,096[A ]| And court in$4$ prologues, all are country-bred; 221:05,097[A ]| Bred in$4$ my scene, and for$4$ the poet's sins 221:05,098[A ]| Adjourned from tops and grammar to$4$ the inns; 221:05,099[A ]| Those beds of dung, where schoolboys sprout up$5$ beaux 221:05,100[A ]| Far sooner than the nobler mushroom grows: 221:05,101[A ]| These are the lords of the poetic schools, 221:05,102[A ]| Who$6#1$ preach the saucy pedantry of rules; 221:05,103[A ]| Those powers the critics, who$6#1$ may boast the odds 221:05,104[A ]| Over Nile, with all its wilderness of gods; 221:05,105[A ]| Nor could the nations kneel to$4$ viler shapes, 221:05,106[A ]| Which$6#1$ worshipped cats, and sacrificed to$4$ apes; 221:05,107[A ]| And can you think the wise forbear to$9$ laugh 221:05,108[A ]| At the warm zeal that$6#1$ breeds this golden calf? 221:05,109[A ]| Haply you judge these lines severely writ 221:05,110[A ]| Against the proud usurpers of the pit; 221:05,111[A ]| Stay while I tell my story, short, and true; 221:05,112[A ]| To$9$ draw conclusions shall be left to$4$ you; 221:05,113[A ]| Nor need I ramble far to$9$ force a rule, 221:05,114[A ]| But lay the scene just here at Farnham school. 221:05,115[A ]| Last year, a lad hence by$4$ his parents sent 221:05,116[A ]| With other cattle to$4$ the city went; 221:05,117[A ]| Where having cast his coat, and well pursued 221:05,118[A ]| The methods most in$4$ fashion to$9$ be lewd, 221:05,119[A ]| Returned a finished spark this summer down, 221:05,120[A ]| Stocked with the freshest gibberish of the town; 221:05,121[A ]| A jargon formed from the lost language, wit, 221:05,122[A ]| Confounded in$4$ that$6#2$ Babel of the pit; 221:05,123[A ]| Formed by$4$ diseased conceptions, weak, and wild, 221:05,124[A ]| Sick lust of souls, and an abortive child; 221:05,125[A ]| Born between whores and fops, by$4$ lewd compacts, 221:05,126[A ]| Before the play, or else between the acts: 221:05,127[A ]| Nor wonder, if from such polluted minds 221:05,128[A ]| Should spring such short and transitory kinds, 221:05,129[A ]| Or crazy rules to$9$ make us wits by$4$ rote 221:05,130[A ]| Last just as long as every cuckoo's note: 221:05,131[A ]| What bungling, rusty tools are used by$4$ fate! 221:05,132[A ]| It was in$4$ an evil hour to$9$ urge my hate, 221:05,133[A ]| My hate, whose lash just heaven has long decreed 221:05,134[A ]| Shall on$4$ a day make sin and folly bleed; 221:05,135[A ]| When man's ill genius to$4$ my presence sent 221:05,136[A ]| This wretch, to$9$ rouse my wrath, for$4$ ruin meant; 221:05,137[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ his idiom vile, with Gray's*Inn grace, 221:05,138[A ]| Squandered his noisy talents to$4$ my face; 221:05,139[A ]| Named every player on$4$ his fingers' ends, 221:05,140[A ]| Swore all the wits were his peculiar friends; 221:05,141[A ]| Talked with that$6#2$ saucy and familiar ease 221:05,142[A ]| Of Wycherley, and you, and Mr*Bays; 221:05,143[A ]| Said, how a late report your friends had vexed, 221:05,144[A ]| Who$6#1$ heard you meant to$9$ write heroics next; 221:05,145[A ]| For$3$, tragedy, he knew, would lose you quite, 221:05,146[A ]| And told you so$5#2$ at Will's but the other night. 221:05,147[A ]| Thus are the lives of fools a sort of dreams, 221:05,148[A ]| Rendering shades, things, and substances of names; 221:05,149[A ]| Such high companions may delusion keep, 221:05,150[A ]| Lords are a footboy's cronies in$4$ his sleep. 221:05,151[A ]| As a fresh miss, by$4$ fancy, face, and gown, 221:05,152[A ]| Rendered the topping beauty of the town, 221:05,153[A ]| Draws every rhyming, prating, dressing sot, 221:05,154[A ]| To$9$ boast of favours that$6#1$ he never got; 221:05,155[A ]| Of which$6#1$, whoever lacks confidence to$9$ prate, 221:05,156[A ]| Brings his good parts and breeding in$4$ debate; 221:05,157[A ]| And not the meanest coxcomb you can find, 221:05,158[A ]| But thanks his stars, that$3$ Phyllis has been kind; 221:05,159[A ]| Thus prostitute my Congreve's name is grown 221:05,160[A ]| To$4$ every lewd pretender of the town. 221:05,161[A ]| Troth I could pity you; but this is it, 221:05,162[A ]| You find, to$9$ be a fashionable wit; 221:05,163[A ]| These are the slaves whom reputation chains, 221:05,164[A ]| Whose maintenance requires no$2$ help from brains. 221:05,165[A ]| For$3$, should the vilest scribbler to$4$ the pit, 221:05,166[A ]| Whom sin and want ever furnished out a wit; 221:05,167[A ]| Whose name must not within my lines be shown, 221:05,168[A ]| Lest here it live, when perished with his own; 221:05,169[A ]| Should such a wretch usurp my Congreve's place, 221:05,170[A ]| And choose out wits who$6#1$ never have seen his face; 221:05,171[A ]| I will$1$ bet my life but the dull cheat would pass, 221:05,172[A ]| Nor need the lion's skin conceal the ass; 221:05,173[A ]| Yes, that$6#2$ beau's look, that$6#2$ voice, those critic ears, 221:05,174[A ]| Must needs be right, so$5#1$ well resembling theirs. 221:05,175[A ]| Perish the muse's hour, thus vainly spent 221:05,176[A ]| In$4$ satire, to$4$ my Congreve's praises meant; 221:05,177[A ]| In$4$ how ill season her resentments rule, 221:05,178[A ]| What is that$6#2$ to$4$ her if mankind be a fool? 221:05,179[A ]| Happy beyond a private muse's fate, 221:05,180[A ]| In$4$ pleasing all that$6#1$ is good among the great, 221:05,181[A ]| Where though her eldest sisters crowding throng, 221:05,182[A ]| She still is welcome with her innocent song; 221:05,183[A ]| Whom were my Congreve blessed to$9$ see and know, 221:05,184[A ]| What poor regards would merit all below! 221:05,185[A ]| How proudly would he haste the joy to$9$ meet, 221:05,186[A ]| And drop his laurel at Apollo's feet. 221:05,187[A ]| Here by$4$ a mountain's side, a reverend cave 221:05,188[A ]| Gives murmuring passage to$4$ a lasting wave; 221:05,189[A ]| It is the world's watery hour-glass streaming fast, 221:05,190[A ]| Time is no$2$ more when the utmost drop is past: 221:05,191[A ]| Here, on$4$ a better day, some druid dwelt, 221:05,192[A ]| And the young muse's early favour felt; 221:05,193[A ]| Druid, a name she does with pride repeat, 221:05,194[A ]| Confessing Albion once her darling seat; 221:05,195[A ]| Far in$4$ this primitive cell might we pursue 221:05,196[A ]| Our predecessors' footsteps, still in$4$ view; 221:05,197[A ]| Here would we sing ~~ But, ah! you think I dream, 221:05,198[A ]| And the bad world may well believe the same; 221:05,199[A ]| Yes; you are all malicious standers-by, 221:05,200[A ]| While two fond lovers prate, the muse and I. 221:05,201[A ]| Since thus I wander from my first intent, 221:05,202[A ]| Nor am that$6#2$ grave advisor which$6#1$ I meant; 221:05,203[A ]| Take this short lesson from the god of bays, 221:05,204[A ]| And let my friend apply it as he please: 221:05,205[A ]| Beat not the dirty paths where vulgar feet have trod, 221:05,206[A ]| But give the vigorous fancy room. 221:05,207[A ]| For$3$ when like$4$ stupid alchemists you try 221:05,208[A ]| To$9$ fix this nimble god, 221:05,209[A ]| This volatile mercury, 221:05,210[A ]| The subtle spirit all flies up$5$ in$4$ fume; 221:05,211[A ]| Nor shall the bubbled virtuoso find 221:05,212[A ]| More than a fade insipid mixture left behind. 221:05,213[A ]| Whilst thus I write, vast shoals of critics come, 221:05,214[A ]| And on$4$ my verse pronounce their saucy doom; 221:05,215[A ]| The muse, like$4$ some bright country virgin, shows, 221:05,216[A ]| Fallen by$4$ mishap among a knot of beaux; 221:05,217[A ]| They, in$4$ their lewd and fashionable prate, 221:05,218[A ]| Rally her dress, her language, and her gait; 221:05,219[A ]| Spend their base coin before the bashful maid, 221:05,220[A ]| Current like$4$ copper, and as often paid: 221:05,221[A ]| She, who$6#1$ on$4$ shady banks has joyed to$9$ sleep 221:05,222[A ]| Near better animals, her father's sheep; 221:05,223[A ]| Shamed and amazed, beholds the chattering throng, 221:05,224[A ]| To$9$ think what cattle she has got among; 221:05,225[A ]| But with the odious smell and sight annoyed, 221:05,226[A ]| In$4$ haste she does the offensive herd avoid. 221:05,227[A ]| It is time to$9$ bid my friend a long farewell, 221:05,228[A ]| The muse retreats far in$4$ yon crystal cell; 221:05,229[A ]| Faint inspiration sickens as she flies, 221:05,230[A ]| Like$4$ distant echo spent, the spirit dies. 221:05,231[A ]| In$4$ this descending sheet you will$1$ haply find 221:05,232[A ]| Some short refreshment for$4$ your weary mind, 221:05,233[A ]| Naught it contains is common or unclean, 221:05,234[A ]| And once drawn up$5$, is never let down again. 221:09,000[' ]| 221:09,001[A ]| Peruse my leaves through every part, 221:09,002[A ]| And think thou seest my owner's heart; 221:09,003[A ]| Scrawled over with trifles thus; and quite 221:09,004[A ]| As hard, as senseless, and as light: 221:09,005[A ]| Exposed to$4$ every coxcomb's eyes, 221:09,006[A ]| But hid with caution from the wise. 221:09,007[A ]| Here may you read, ""Dear charming saint"", 221:09,008[A ]| Beneath ""A new receipt for$4$ paint."" 221:09,009[A ]| Here, in$4$ beau-spelling, ""tru tel death."" 221:09,010[A ]| There, in$4$ her own, ""far an el breath."" 221:09,011[A ]| Here, ""lovely nymph pronounce my doom."" 221:09,012[A ]| There, ""a safe way to$9$ use perfume."" 221:09,013[A ]| Here, a page filled with billet-doux; 221:09,014[A ]| On$4$ the other side, ""laid out for$4$ shoes. 221:09,015[A ]| (Madam, I die without your Grace.) 221:09,016[A ]| \Item\, for$4$ half a yard of lace."" 221:09,017[A ]| Who$6#2$ that$6#1$ had wit would place it here, 221:09,018[A ]| For$4$ every peeping fop to$9$ jeer? 221:09,019[A ]| In$4$ power of spittle and a clout, 221:09,020[A ]| Whenever he please, to$9$ blot it out; 221:09,021[A ]| And then to$9$ heighten the disgrace, 221:09,022[A ]| Clap his own nonsense in$4$ the place. 221:09,023[A ]| Whoever expects to$9$ hold his part 221:09,024[A ]| In$4$ such a book, and such a heart, 221:09,025[A ]| If he be wealthy, and a fool, 221:09,026[A ]| Is in$4$ all points the fittest tool; 221:09,027[A ]| Of whom it may be justly said, 221:09,028[A ]| He's a \gold\ pencil tipped with \lead\. 221:10,000[' ]| 221:10,001[A ]| Did ever problem thus perplex, 221:10,002[A ]| Or more employ the female sex? 221:10,003[A ]| So$5#1$ sweet a passion, who$6#2$ would think, 221:10,004[A ]| Jove ever formed to$9$ make a stink? 221:10,005[A ]| The ladies vow and swear they will$1$ try, 221:10,006[A ]| Whether it be a truth or lie. 221:10,007[A ]| Love's fire, it seems, like$4$ inward heat, 221:10,008[A ]| Works in$4$ my Lord by$4$ stool and sweat: 221:10,009[A ]| Which$6#1$ brings a stink from every pore, 221:10,010[A ]| And from behind, and from before: 221:10,011[A ]| Yet, what is wonderful to$9$ tell it, 221:10,012[A ]| None but the favourite nymph can smell it. 221:10,013[A ]| But now to$9$ solve the natural cause 221:10,014[A ]| By$4$ sober philosophic laws: 221:10,015[A ]| Whether all passions when in$4$ ferment, 221:10,016[A ]| Work out, as anger does in$4$ vermin? 221:10,017[A ]| So$3$, when a weasel you torment, 221:10,018[A ]| You find his passion by$4$ his scent. 221:10,019[A ]| We read of kings, who$6#1$ in$4$ a fright, 221:10,020[A ]| Though on$4$ a throne, would fall to$9$ shite. 221:10,021[A ]| Beside all this deep scholars know, 221:10,022[A ]| That$3$ the mainstring of Cupid's bow, 221:10,023[A ]| Once on$4$ a time, was an ass's gut, 221:10,024[A ]| Now to$4$ a nobler office put, 221:10,025[A ]| By$4$ favour or desert preferred 221:10,026[A ]| From giving passage to$4$ a turd. 221:10,027[A ]| But still, though fixed among the stars, 221:10,028[A ]| Doth sympathize with human arse. 221:10,029[A ]| Thus, when you feel an hard-bound breech, 221:10,030[A ]| Conclude Love's bow-string at full stretch, 221:10,031[A ]| Till the kind looseness comes, and then 221:10,032[A ]| Conclude the bow relaxed again 221:10,033[A ]| And now the ladies all are bent 221:10,034[A ]| To$9$ try the great experiment; 221:10,035[A ]| Ambitious of a regent's heart, 221:10,036[A ]| Spread all their charms to$9$ catch a fart! 221:10,037[A ]| Watching the first unsavoury wind, 221:10,038[A ]| Some ply before and some behind. 221:10,039[A ]| My Lord, on$4$ fire amidst the dames, 221:10,040[A ]| Farts like$4$ a laurel in$4$ the flames. 221:10,041[A ]| The fair approach the speaking part, 221:10,042[A ]| To$9$ try the back way to$4$ his heart. 221:10,043[A ]| For$3$, as when we a gun discharge, 221:10,044[A ]| Although the bore be never so$5#1$ large, 221:10,045[A ]| Before the flame from muzzle burst, 221:10,046[A ]| Just at the breech it flashes first: 221:10,047[A ]| So$3$ from my Lord his passion broke, 221:10,048[A ]| He farted first, and then he spoke. 221:10,049[A ]| The ladies vanish in$4$ the smother, 221:10,050[A ]| To$9$ confer notes with one another: 221:10,051[A ]| And now they all agree to$9$ name 221:10,052[A ]| Whom each one thought the happy dame. 221:10,053[A ]| Quoth Neal, 221:10,053@c | ""Whatever the rest may think, 221:10,054@c | I am sure it was I that$6#1$ smelt the stink."" 221:10,055@d | ""You smelt the stink! By$4$ God, you lie,"" 221:10,056[A ]| Quoth Ross, 221:10,056@d | ""for$3$ I will$1$ be sworn it was I."" 221:10,057@e | ""Ladies,"" 221:10,057[A ]| quoth Levens, 221:10,057@e | ""pray forbear, 221:10,058@e | Let us not fall out, we all had share; 221:10,059@e | And, by$4$ the most I can discover, 221:10,060@e | My Lord is an universal lover."" 221:12,000[' ]| 221:12,000[A ]| To$4$ their Excellencies the Lords*Justices of Ireland. 221:12,000[A ]| The humble petition of Frances*Harris, 221:12,000[A ]| Who$6#1$ must starve, and die a maid if it miscarries. 221:12,000[A ]| \Humbly showeth\ 221:12,001[A ]| That$3$ I went to$9$ warm myself in$4$ Lady*Betty's chamber, because I 221:12,001[A ]| was cold, 221:12,002[A ]| And I had in$4$ a purse seven pound, four shillings and sixpence 221:12,002[A ]| (besides farthings) in$4$ money and gold; 221:12,003[A ]| So$3$ because I had been buying things for$4$ my Lady last night, 221:12,004[A ]| I was resolved to$9$ tell my money, to$9$ see if it was right. 221:12,005[A ]| Now you must know, because my trunk has a very bad lock, 221:12,006[A ]| Therefore all the money I have (which$6#1$, God knows, is a very small 221:12,006[A ]| stock) 221:12,007[A ]| I keep in$4$ my pocket tied about my middle, next my smock. 221:12,008[A ]| So$3$, when I went to$9$ put up$5$ my purse, as God would have it, my 221:12,008[A ]| smock was unripped; 221:12,009[A ]| And, instead of putting it into my pocket, down it slipped: 221:12,010[A ]| Then the bell rung, and I went down to$9$ put my Lady to$4$ bed; 221:12,011[A ]| And, God knows, I thought my money was as safe as my 221:12,011[A ]| maidenhead. 221:12,012[A ]| So$3$, when I came up$5$ again, I found my pocket feel very light, 221:12,013[A ]| But when I searched, and missed my purse, Lord! I thought I 221:12,013[A ]| should have sunk outright: 221:12,014@c | Lord! Madam, 221:12,014[A ]| said Mary, 221:12,014@c | how do ye do? 221:12,014@a | Indeed, 221:12,014[A ]| said I, 221:12,014@a | never 221:12,014@a | worse; 221:12,015@a | But pray, Mary, can you tell what I have done with my purse? 221:12,016@c | Lord help me, 221:12,016[A ]| said Mary, 221:12,016@c | I never stirred out of this place! 221:12,017@a | Nay, 221:12,017[A ]| said I, 221:12,017@a | I had it in$4$ Lady*Betty's chamber, that$6#2$ is the plain case. 221:12,018[A ]| So$3$ Mary got me to$4$ bed, and covered me up$5$ warm, 221:12,019[A ]| However, she stole away my garters, that$3$ I might do myself no$2$ 221:12,019[A ]| harm. 221:12,020[A ]| So$3$ I tumbled and tossed all night, as you may very well think; 221:12,021[A ]| But hardly ever set my eyes together, or slept a wink. 221:12,022[A ]| So$3$ I was a-dreamed, methought, that$3$ we went and searched the 221:12,022[A ]| folks round; 221:12,023[A ]| And in$4$ a corner of Mrs*Duke's box, tied in$4$ a rag, the money was 221:12,023[A ]| found. 221:12,024[A ]| So$3$ next morning we told Whittle, and he fell a-swearing; 221:12,025[A ]| Then my Dame*Wadgar came, and she, you know, is thick of 221:12,025[A ]| hearing: 221:12,026@a | Dame 221:12,026[A ]| said I, as loud as I could bawl, 221:12,026@a | do you know what a loss I 221:12,026@a | have had? 221:12,027@d | Nay, 221:12,027[A ]| said she, 221:12,027@d | my Lord*Collway's folks are all very sad, 221:12,028@d | For$3$ my Lord*Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail; 221:12,029@a | Pugh, 221:12,029[A ]| said I, 221:12,029@a | but that$6#2$ is not the business that$6#1$ I ail. 221:12,030[A ]| Says Cary, says he, 221:12,030@e | I have been a servant this five and twenty 221:12,030@e | years, come spring, 221:12,031@e | And in$4$ all the places I lived, I never heard of such a thing. 221:12,032@f | Yes, 221:12,032[A ]| says the steward, 221:12,032@f | I remember when I was in$4$ my Lady*Shrewsbury's, 221:12,033@f | Such a thing as this happened, just about the time of gooseberries. 221:12,034[A ]| So$3$ I went to$4$ the party suspected, and I found her full of grief; 221:12,035[A ]| (Now you must know, of all things in$4$ the world, I hate a thief.) 221:12,036[A ]| However, I was resolved to$9$ bring the discourse slily about, 221:12,037@a | Mrs*Dukes, 221:12,037[A ]| said I, 221:12,037@a | here is an ugly accident has happened out; 221:12,038@a | It is not that$3$ I value the money three skips of a louse; 221:12,039@a | But the thing I stand upon$5$, is the credit of the house; 221:12,040@a | It is true, seven pound, four shillings, and six pence, makes a great 221:12,040@a | hole in$4$ my wages; 221:12,041@a | Besides, as they say, service is no$2$ inheritance in$4$ these ages. 221:12,042@a | Now, Mrs*Dukes, you know, and everybody understands, 221:12,043@a | That$3$ though it is hard to$9$ judge, yet money can not go without hands. 221:12,044@g | The Devil take me, 221:12,044[A ]| said she (blessing herself), 221:12,044@g | if ever I saw it! 221:12,045[A ]| So$3$ she roared like$4$ a Bedlam, as though I had called her all to$4$ 221:12,045[A ]| naught; 221:12,046[A ]| So$3$ you know, what could I say to$4$ her any more: 221:12,047[A ]| I even left her, and came away as wise as I was before. 221:12,048[A ]| Well: but then they would have had me gone to$4$ the cunning-man; 221:12,049@a | No$7$, 221:12,049[A ]| said I, 221:12,049@a | it is the same thing, the chaplain will$1$ be here anon. 221:12,050[A ]| So$3$ the chaplain came in$4$. Now the servants say he is my sweetheart, 221:12,051[A ]| Because he is always in$4$ my chamber, and I always take his part; 221:12,052[A ]| So$3$, as the Devil would have it, before I was aware, out I 221:12,052[A ]| blundered, 221:12,053@a | Parson, 221:12,053[A ]| said I, 221:12,053@a | can you cast a nativity, when a body is plundered? 221:12,054[A ]| (Now you must know, he hates to$9$ be called ""Parson"" like$4$ the devil.) 221:12,055@h | Truly, 221:12,055[A ]| says he, 221:12,055@h | Mrs*Nab, it might become you to$9$ be more civil: 221:12,056@h | If your money be gone, as a learned divine says, do ye see, 221:12,057@h | You are no$2$ text for$4$ my handling, so$3$ take that$6#2$ from me; 221:12,058@h | I was never taken for$4$ a conjuror before, I would have you to$9$ know. 221:12,059@a | Lord, 221:12,059[A ]| said I, 221:12,059@a | do not be angry, I am sure I never thought you so$5#2$; 221:12,060@a | You know, I honour the cloth, I design to$9$ be a parson's wife, 221:12,061@a | I never took one in$4$ your coat for$4$ a conjuror in$4$ all my life. 221:12,062[A ]| With that$6#2$, he twisted his girdle at me like$4$ a rope, as who$6#1$ should 221:12,062[A ]| say, 221:12,063[A ]| Now you may go hang yourself for$4$ me, and so$3$ went away. 221:12,064[A ]| Well; I thought I should have swooned: 221:12,064@a | Lord, 221:12,064[A ]| said I, 221:12,064@a | what shall I 221:12,064@a | do? 221:12,065@a | I have lost my money; and I shall lose my true-love too. 221:12,066[A ]| So$3$, my Lord called me; 221:12,066@i | Harry, 221:12,066[A ]| said my Lord, 221:12,066@i | do not cry, 221:12,067@i | I will$1$ give something towards thy loss; 221:12,067@j | and 221:12,067[A ]| says my Lady, 221:12,067@j | so$3$ will$1$ I. 221:12,068@a | Oh but, 221:12,068[A ]| said I, 221:12,068@a | what if after all, the chaplain will$1$ not come to$5$? 221:12,069@i | For$4$ that$6#2$, 221:12,069[A ]| he said, 221:12,069@i | (if it please your Excellencies) I must petition 221:12,069@i | you. 221:12,070[A ]| The premises tenderly considered, I desire your Excellencies' 221:12,070[A ]| protection, 221:12,071[A ]| And that$3$ I may have a share in$4$ next Sunday's collection: 221:12,072[A ]| And over and above, that$3$ I may have your Excellencies' letter 221:12,073[A ]| With an order for$4$ the chaplain aforesaid; or instead of him, a 221:12,073[A ]| better. 221:12,074[A ]| And then your poor petitioner, both night and day, 221:12,075[A ]| Or the chaplain (for$3$ it is his trade) as in$4$ duty bound, shall ever 221:12,075[A ]| pray. 221:13,000[' ]| 221:13,001[A ]| My Lord to$9$ find out who$6#1$ must deal 221:13,002[A ]| Delivers cards about, 221:13,003[A ]| But the first knave does seldom fail 221:13,004[A ]| To$9$ find the Doctor out. 221:13,005[A ]| But then his Honour cried, 221:13,005@c | ""Gadzooks!"" 221:13,006[A ]| And seemed to$9$ knit his brow; 221:13,007[A ]| For$3$ on$4$ a knave he never looks 221:13,008[A ]| But he thinks upon$4$ Jack*Howe. 221:13,009[A ]| My Lady though she is no$2$ player 221:13,010[A ]| Some bungling partner takes, 221:13,011[A ]| And wedged in$4$ corner of a chair 221:13,012[A ]| Takes snuff, and holds the stakes. 221:13,013[A ]| Dame*Floyd looks out in$4$ grave suspense 221:13,014[A ]| For$4$ pair-royals and sequents; 221:13,015[A ]| But wisely cautious of her pence, 221:13,016[A ]| The castle seldom frequents. 221:13,017[A ]| Quoth Herries, fairly putting cases, 221:13,018@d | ""I had won it on$4$ my word, 221:13,019@d | If I had but a pair of aces, 221:13,020@d | And could pick up$5$ a third."" 221:13,021[A ]| But Weston has a new-cast gown 221:13,022[A ]| On$4$ Sundays to$9$ be fine in$5$, 221:13,023[A ]| And if she can but win a crown, 221:13,024[A ]| It will$1$ just new dye the lining. 221:13,025[A ]| \With these is Parson*Swift,\ 221:13,026[A ]| \Not knowing how to$9$ spend his time,\ 221:13,027[A ]| \Does make a wretched shift,\ 221:13,028[A ]| \To$9$ deafen them with puns and rhyme.\ 221:14,000[' ]| 221:14,000[' ]| 221:14,001[A ]| Once on$4$ a time, as old stories rehearse, 221:14,002[A ]| A friar would needs show his talent in$4$ Latin; 221:14,003[A ]| But was sorely put to$4$ it in$4$ the midst of a verse, 221:14,004[A ]| Because he could find no$2$ word to$9$ come pat in$5$. 221:14,005[A ]| Then all in$4$ the place 221:14,006[A ]| He left a void space, 221:14,007[A ]| And so$3$ went to$4$ bed in$4$ a desperate case. 221:14,008[A ]| When behold the next morning, a wonderful riddle, 221:14,009[A ]| He found it was strangely filled up$5$ in$4$ the middle. 221:14,000[' ]| 221:14,010[B ]| Let censuring critics then think what they list of it, 221:14,011[B ]| Who$6#1$ would not write verses with such an assistant 221:14,000[' ]| 221:14,012[A ]| This put me the friar into an amazement; 221:14,013[A ]| For$3$ he wisely considered it must be a sprite, 221:14,014[A ]| That$6#1$ came through the keyhole, or in$4$ at the casement, 221:14,015[A ]| And it needs must be one that$6#1$ could both read and write: 221:14,016[A ]| Yet he did not know 221:14,017[A ]| If it were friend or foe, 221:14,018[A ]| Or whether it came from above or below. 221:14,019[A ]| However, it was civil in$4$ angel or elf, 221:14,020[A ]| For$3$ he never could have filled it so$5#1$ well of himself. 221:14,000[' ]| 221:14,021[B ]| Let censuring \etc.\ 221:14,000[' ]| 221:14,022[A ]| Even so$5#2$ Master Doctor had puzzled his brains 221:14,023[A ]| In$4$ making a ballad, but was at a stand, 221:14,024[A ]| He had mixed little wit with a great deal of pains; 221:14,025[A ]| When he found a new help from invisible hand. 221:14,026[A ]| Then good Dr*Swift 221:14,027[A ]| Pay thanks for$4$ the gift, 221:14,028[A ]| For$3$ you freely must own you were at a dead lift; 221:14,029[A ]| And though some malicious young spirit did do it, 221:14,030[A ]| You may know by$4$ the \hand\, it had no$2$ cloven \foot\. 221:14,000[' ]| 221:14,031[B ]| Let censuring \etc.\ 221:15,000[' ]| 221:15,000[' ]| 221:15,001[A ]| As mastiff dogs in$4$ modern phrase are 221:15,002[A ]| Called Pompey, Scipio, and Caesar; 221:15,003[A ]| As pies and daws are often styled 221:15,004[A ]| With Christian nicknames like$4$ a child; 221:15,005[A ]| As we say ""\9Monsieur\"" to$4$ an ape 221:15,006[A ]| Without offence to$4$ human shape: 221:15,007[A ]| So$3$ men have got from bird and brute 221:15,008[A ]| Names that$6#1$ would best their natures suit: 221:15,009[A ]| The lion, eagle, fox and boar 221:15,010[A ]| Were heroes' title heretofore, 221:15,011[A ]| Bestowed as hieroglyphics fit 221:15,012[A ]| To$9$ show their valour, strength or wit. 221:15,013[A ]| For$3$ what is understood by$4$ fame 221:15,014[A ]| Besides the getting of a name? 221:15,015[A ]| But ever since men invented guns, 221:15,016[A ]| A different way their fancy runs: 221:15,017[A ]| To$9$ paint a hero, we inquire 221:15,018[A ]| For$4$ something that$6#1$ will$1$ conquer fire. 221:15,019[A ]| Would you describe Turenne or Trump, 221:15,020[A ]| Think of a bucket or a pump. 221:15,021[A ]| Are these too low? Then find out grander, 221:15,022[A ]| Call my Lord*Cutts a salamander. 221:15,023[A ]| It is well: but since we live among 221:15,024[A ]| Detractors with an evil tongue, 221:15,025[A ]| Who$6#1$ may object against the term, 221:15,026[A ]| Pliny shall prove what we affirm: 221:15,027[A ]| Pliny shall prove, and we will$1$ apply, 221:15,028[A ]| And I will$1$ be judged by$4$ standers-by. 221:15,029[A ]| First then, our author has defined 221:15,030[A ]| This reptile, of the serpent kind, 221:15,031[A ]| With gaudy coat, and shining train, 221:15,032[A ]| But loathsome spots his body stain: 221:15,033[A ]| Out from some hole obscure he flies 221:15,034[A ]| When rains descend, and tempests rise, 221:15,035[A ]| Till the sun clears the air; and then 221:15,036[A ]| Crawls back, neglected, to$4$ his den. 221:15,037[A ]| So$3$ when the war has raised a storm 221:15,038[A ]| I have seen a snake in$4$ human form, 221:15,039[A ]| All stained with infamy and vice, 221:15,040[A ]| Leap from the dunghill in$4$ a trice; 221:15,041[A ]| Burnish and make a gaudy show, 221:15,042[A ]| Become a general, peer and beau, 221:15,043[A ]| Till peace hath made the sky serene, 221:15,044[A ]| Then shrink into its hole again. 221:15,045[A ]| All this we grant ~~ why, then look yonder, 221:15,046[A ]| Sure that$6#2$ must be a salamander! 221:15,047[A ]| Farther we are by$4$ Pliny told, 221:15,048[A ]| This serpent is extremely cold; 221:15,049[A ]| So$5#1$ cold, that$3$ put it in$4$ the fire, 221:15,050[A ]| It will$1$ make the very flames expire: 221:15,051[A ]| Besides, it spews a filthy froth, 221:15,052[A ]| (Whether through rage, or lust, or both) 221:15,053[A ]| Of matter purulent and white, 221:15,054[A ]| Which$6#1$ happening on$4$ the skin to$9$ light, 221:15,055[A ]| And there corrupting to$4$ a wound, 221:15,056[A ]| Spreads leprosy and baldness round. 221:15,057[A ]| So$3$ have I seen a battered beau 221:15,058[A ]| By$4$ age and claps grown cold as snow, 221:15,059[A ]| Whose breath or touch, wherever he came, 221:15,060[A ]| Blew out love's torch, or chilled the flame: 221:15,061[A ]| And should some nymph who$6#1$ never was cruel, 221:15,062[A ]| Like$4$ Carleton cheap, or famed Du*Ruel, 221:15,063[A ]| Receive the filth which$6#1$ he ejects; 221:15,064[A ]| She soon would find the same effects, 221:15,065[A ]| Her tainted carcass to$9$ pursue, 221:15,066[A ]| As from the salamander's spew: 221:15,067[A ]| A dismal shedding of her locks 221:15,068[A ]| And, if no$2$ leprosy, a pox. 221:15,069[A ]| Then I will$1$ appeal to$4$ each bystander, 221:15,070[A ]| If this be not a salamander? 221:17,000[' ]| 221:17,001[A ]| The Queen has lately lost a part 221:17,002[A ]| Of her entirely English heart, 221:17,003[A ]| For$4$ want of which$6#1$ by$4$ way of botch, 221:17,004[A ]| She pieced it up$5$ again with Scotch. 221:17,005[A ]| Blessed revolution, which$6#1$ creates 221:17,006[A ]| Divided hearts, united states. 221:17,007[A ]| See how the double nation lies; 221:17,008[A ]| Like$4$ a rich coat with skirts of frieze: 221:17,009[A ]| As if a man in$4$ making posies 221:17,010[A ]| Should bundle thistles up$5$ with roses. 221:17,011[A ]| Whoever yet a union saw 221:17,012[A ]| Of kingdoms, without faith or law. 221:17,013[A ]| Henceforward let no$2$ statesman dare, 221:17,014[A ]| A kingdom to$4$ a ship compare; 221:17,015[A ]| Lest he should call our commonweal, 221:17,016[A ]| A vessel with a double keel: 221:17,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ just like$4$ ours, new rigged and manned, 221:17,018[A ]| And got about a league from land, 221:17,019[A ]| By$4$ change of wind to$4$ leeward side 221:17,020[A ]| The pilot knew not how to$9$ guide. 221:17,021[A ]| So$3$ tossing faction will$1$ overwhelm 221:17,022[A ]| Our crazy double-bottomed realm. 221:18,000[' ]| 221:18,000[' ]| 221:18,001[A ]| Well, it is as Bickerstaff had guessed, 221:18,002[A ]| Though we all took it for$4$ a jest: 221:18,003[A ]| Partridge is dead, nay more, he died 221:18,004[A ]| Before he could prove the good squire lied. 221:18,005[A ]| Strange, an astrologer should die, 221:18,006[A ]| Without one wonder in$4$ the sky; 221:18,007[A ]| Not one of all his crony stars, 221:18,008[A ]| To$9$ pay their duty at his hearse? 221:18,009[A ]| No$2$ meteor, no$2$ eclipse appeared? 221:18,010[A ]| No$2$ comet with a flaming beard? 221:18,011[A ]| The run has rose, and gone to$4$ bed, 221:18,012[A ]| Just as if Partridge were not dead: 221:18,013[A ]| Nor hid himself behind the moon, 221:18,014[A ]| To$9$ make a dreadful night at noon: 221:18,015[A ]| He at fit periods walks through Aries, 221:18,016[A ]| However our earthly motion varies, 221:18,017[A ]| And twice a year he will$1$ cut the Equator, 221:18,018[A ]| As if there had been no$2$ such matter. 221:18,019[A ]| Some wits have wondered what analogy 221:18,020[A ]| There is betwixt cobbling and astrology; 221:18,021[A ]| How Partridge made his optics rise, 221:18,022[A ]| From a shoe-sole to$9$ reach the skies. 221:18,023[A ]| A list the cobblers' temples ties, 221:18,024[A ]| To$9$ keep the hair out of their eyes; 221:18,025[A ]| From whence it is plain the diadem 221:18,026[A ]| That$6#1$ princes wear, derives from them; 221:18,027[A ]| And therefore crowns are nowadays 221:18,028[A ]| Adorned with golden stars and rays; 221:18,029[A ]| Which$6#1$ plainly shows the near alliance 221:18,030[A ]| Betwixt cobbling and the planet's science. 221:18,031[A ]| Besides, that$6#2$ slow-paced sign Boo+tes, 221:18,032[A ]| As it is miscalled, we know not who$6#1$ it is; 221:18,033[A ]| But Partridge ended all disputes, 221:18,034[A ]| He knew his trade, and called it boots. 221:18,035[A ]| The horne=d moon, which$6#1$ heretofore 221:18,036[A ]| Upon$4$ their shoes the Romans wore, 221:18,037[A ]| Whose wideness kept their toes from corns, 221:18,038[A ]| And whence we claim our shoeing-horns, 221:18,039[A ]| Shows how the art of cobbling bears 221:18,040[A ]| A near resemblance to$4$ the spheres. 221:18,041[A ]| A scrap of parchment hung by$4$ geometry 221:18,042[A ]| (A great refinement in$4$ barometry) 221:18,043[A ]| Can like$4$ the stars foretell the weather; 221:18,044[A ]| And what is parchment else but leather? 221:18,045[A ]| Which$6#1$ an astrologer might use, 221:18,046[A ]| Either for$4$ almanacs or shoes. 221:18,047[A ]| Thus Partridge, by$4$ his wit and parts, 221:18,048[A ]| At once did practise both these arts: 221:18,049[A ]| And as the boding owl, or rather 221:18,050[A ]| The bat, because her wings are leather, 221:18,051[A ]| Steals from her private cell by$4$ night, 221:18,052[A ]| And flies about the candle-light; 221:18,053[A ]| So$3$ learned Partridge could as well 221:18,054[A ]| Creep in$4$ the dark from leathern cell, 221:18,055[A ]| And in$4$ his fancy fly as far, 221:18,056[A ]| To$9$ peep upon$4$ a twinkling star. 221:18,057[A ]| Besides, he could confound the spheres, 221:18,058[A ]| And set the planets by$4$ the eares: 221:18,059[A ]| To$9$ show his skill, he Mars would join 221:18,060[A ]| To$4$ Venus in$4$ aspe=ct malign; 221:18,061[A ]| Then call in$5$ Mercury for$4$ aid, 221:18,062[A ]| And cure the wounds that$6#1$ Venus made. 221:18,063[A ]| Great scholars have in$4$ Lucian read, 221:18,064[A ]| When Philip King of Greece was dead, 221:18,065[A ]| His soul and spirit did divide, 221:18,066[A ]| And each part took a different side; 221:18,067[A ]| One rose a star, the other fell 221:18,068[A ]| Beneath, and mended shoes in$4$ hell. 221:18,069[A ]| Thus Partridge still shines in$4$ each art, 221:18,070[A ]| The cobbling and stargazing part; 221:18,071[A ]| And is installed as good a star 221:18,072[A ]| As any of the Caesars are. 221:18,073[A ]| Triumphant star! Some pity show 221:18,074[A ]| On$4$ cobblers militant below, 221:18,075[A ]| Whom roguish boys in$4$ stormy nights 221:18,076[A ]| Torment, by$4$ pissing out their lights; 221:18,077[A ]| Or through a chink convey their smoke, 221:18,078[A ]| Enclosed artificers to$9$ choke. 221:18,079[A ]| Thou, high exalted in$4$ thy sphere, 221:18,080[A ]| Mayst follow still thy calling there. 221:18,081[A ]| To$4$ thee the Bull will$1$ lend his hide, 221:18,082[A ]| By$4$ Phoebus newly tanned and dried. 221:18,083[A ]| For$4$ thee they Argo's hulk will$1$ tax, 221:18,084[A ]| And scrape her pitchy sides for$4$ wax. 221:18,085[A ]| Then Ariadne kindly lends 221:18,086[A ]| Her braided hair to$9$ make thee ends. 221:18,087[A ]| The point of Sagittarius' dart, 221:18,088[A ]| Turns to$4$ an awl, by$4$ heavenly art: 221:18,089[A ]| And Vulcan, wheedled by$4$ his wife, 221:18,090[A ]| Will$1$ forge for$4$ thee a paring-knife. 221:18,091[A ]| For$4$ want of room by$4$ Virgo's side, 221:18,092[A ]| She will$1$ strain a point, and sit astride, 221:18,093[A ]| To$9$ take thee kindly in$4$ between, 221:18,094[A ]| And then the signs will$1$ be thirteen. 221:18,000[' ]| 221:18,095[A ]| Here, five foot deep, lies on$4$ his back 221:18,096[A ]| A cobbler, star-monger, and quack; 221:18,097[A ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ the stars in$4$ pure good will$0$, 221:18,098[A ]| Does to$4$ his best look upward still. 221:18,099[A ]| Weep all you customers that$6#1$ use 221:18,100[A ]| His pills, his almanacs, or shoes: 221:18,101[A ]| And you that$6#1$ did your fortunes seek, 221:18,102[A ]| Step to$4$ his grave but once a week, 221:18,103[A ]| This earth, which$6#1$ bears his body's print, 221:18,104[A ]| You will$1$ find has so$5#1$ much virtue in$4$ it, 221:18,105[A ]| That$3$ I durst pawn my ears, it will$1$ tell 221:18,106[A ]| Whatever concerns you full as well, 221:18,107[A ]| In$4$ physic, stolen goods, or love, 221:18,108[A ]| As he himself could, when above. 221:19,000[' ]| 221:19,000[' ]| 221:19,001[A ]| In$4$ times of old, when time was young, 221:19,002[A ]| And poets their own verses sung, 221:19,003[A ]| A verse could draw a stone or beam, 221:19,004[A ]| That$6#1$ now would overload a team; 221:19,005[A ]| Lead them a dance of many a mile, 221:19,006[A ]| Then rear them to$4$ a goodly pile. 221:19,007[A ]| Each number had its different power; 221:19,008[A ]| Heroic strains could build a tower; 221:19,009[A ]| Sonnets, or elegies to$4$ Chloris, 221:19,010[A ]| Might raise a house about two storeys; 221:19,011[A ]| A lyric ode would slate; a catch 221:19,012[A ]| Would tile; an epigram would thatch. 221:19,013[A ]| But, to$4$ their own, or landlord's cost, 221:19,014[A ]| Now poets feel this art is lost; 221:19,015[A ]| Not one of all our tuneful throng 221:19,016[A ]| Can raise a lodging for$4$ a song. 221:19,017[A ]| For$3$ Jove considered well the case; 221:19,018[A ]| Observed they grew a numerous race, 221:19,019[A ]| And should they build as fast as write, 221:19,020[A ]| It would ruin undertakers quite. 221:19,021[A ]| This evil, therefore to$9$ prevent, 221:19,022[A ]| He wisely changed their element: 221:19,023[A ]| On$4$ earth, the god of wealth was made 221:19,024[A ]| Sole patron of the building trade, 221:19,025[A ]| Leaving the wits the spacious air, 221:19,026[A ]| With licence to$9$ build castles there: 221:19,027[A ]| And it is conceived their old pretence 221:19,028[A ]| To$9$ lodge in$4$ garrets, comes from thence. 221:19,029[A ]| Premising thus in$4$ modern way 221:19,030[A ]| The better half we have to$9$ say; 221:19,031[A ]| Sing muse, the house of poet Van 221:19,032[A ]| In$4$ higher strains than we began. 221:19,033[A ]| Van (for$3$ it is fit the reader know it) 221:19,034[A ]| Is both a herald and a poet; 221:19,035[A ]| No$2$ wonder then, if nicely skilled 221:19,036[A ]| In$4$ both capacities to$9$ build. 221:19,037[A ]| As herald, he can in$4$ a day 221:19,038[A ]| Repair a house gone to$4$ decay; 221:19,039[A ]| Or by$4$ achievement, arms, device, 221:19,040[A ]| Erect a new one in$4$ a trice. 221:19,041[A ]| And as a poet, he has skill 221:19,042[A ]| To$9$ build in$4$ speculation still. 221:19,043@c | ""Great Jove!"" 221:19,043[A ]| he cried, 221:19,043@c | ""the art restore 221:19,044@c | To$9$ build by$4$ verse as heretofore; 221:19,045@c | And make my muse the architect; 221:19,046@c | What palaces shall we erect! 221:19,047@c | No$2$ longer shall forsaken Thames 221:19,048@c | Lament his old Whitehall in$4$ flames: 221:19,049@c | A pile shall from its ashes rise 221:19,050@c | Fit to$9$ invade, or prop the skies."" 221:19,051[A ]| Jove smiled, and like$4$ a gentle god, 221:19,052[A ]| Consenting with his usual nod, 221:19,053[A ]| Told Van he knew his talent best, 221:19,054[A ]| And left the choice to$4$ his own breast. 221:19,055[A ]| So$3$ Van resolved to$9$ write a farce; 221:19,056[A ]| But well perceiving wit was scarce, 221:19,057[A ]| With cunning that$6#2$ defect supplies; 221:19,058[A ]| Takes a French play as lawful prize; 221:19,059[A ]| Steals thence his plot, and every joke, 221:19,060[A ]| Not once suspecting Jove would smoke; 221:19,061[A ]| And (like$4$ a wag) sat down to$9$ write, 221:19,062[A ]| Would whisper to$4$ himself, 221:19,062@c | ""A bite."" 221:19,063[A ]| Then from this motley mingled style 221:19,064[A ]| Proceeded to$9$ erect his pile. 221:19,065[A ]| So$3$ men of old, to$9$ gain renown, did 221:19,066[A ]| Build Babel with their own tongues confounded. 221:19,067[A ]| Jove saw the cheat, but thought it best 221:19,068[A ]| To$9$ turn the matter to$4$ a jest: 221:19,069[A ]| Down from Olympus top he slides, 221:19,070[A ]| Laughing as if he would burst his sides: 221:19,071@d | ""Ay,"" 221:19,071[A ]| thought the god, 221:19,071@d | ""are these your tricks? 221:19,072@d | Why then, old plays deserve old bricks, 221:19,073@d | And since you are sparing of your stuff, 221:19,074@d | Your building shall be small enough."" 221:19,075[A ]| He spake, and grudging lent his aid; 221:19,076[A ]| The experienced bricks that$6#1$ knew their trade 221:19,077[A ]| (As being bricks at second hand) 221:19,078[A ]| Now move, and now in$4$ order stand. 221:19,079[A ]| The building, as the poet writ, 221:19,080[A ]| Rose in$4$ proportion to$4$ his wit: 221:19,081[A ]| And first the prologue built a wall 221:19,082[A ]| So$5#1$ wide as to$9$ encompass all. 221:19,083[A ]| The scene, a wood, produced no$2$ more 221:19,084[A ]| Than a few scrubby trees before. 221:19,085[A ]| The plot as yet lay deep, and so$3$ 221:19,086[A ]| A cellar next was dug below: 221:19,087[A ]| But this a work so$5#1$ hard was found, 221:19,088[A ]| Two acts it cost him underground. 221:19,089[A ]| Two other acts we may presume 221:19,090[A ]| Were spent in$4$ building each a room: 221:19,091[A ]| Thus far advanced, he made a shift 221:19,092[A ]| To$9$ raise a roof with act the fift. 221:19,093[A ]| The epilogue behind, did frame 221:19,094[A ]| A place not decent here to$9$ name. 221:19,095[A ]| Now poets from all quarters ran 221:19,096[A ]| To$9$ see the house of brother Van: 221:19,097[A ]| Looked high and low, walked often round, 221:19,098[A ]| But no$2$ such house was to$9$ be found: 221:19,099[A ]| One asks the waterman hard by$5$, 221:19,100@e | ""Where may the poet's palace lie?"" 221:19,101[A ]| Another, of the Thames inquires, 221:19,102[A ]| If he has seen its gilded spires? 221:19,103[A ]| At length they in$4$ the rubbish spy 221:19,104[A ]| A thing resembling a goose-pie: 221:19,105[A ]| Thither in$4$ haste the poets throng, 221:19,106[A ]| And gaze in$4$ silent wonder long; 221:19,107[A ]| Till one in$4$ rapture thus began 221:19,108[A ]| To$9$ praise the pile, and builder Van. 221:19,109@d | ""Thrice happy poet, who$6#1$ may trail 221:19,110@d | Thy house about thee, like$4$ a snail; 221:19,111@d | Or harnessed to$4$ a nag, at ease, 221:19,112@d | Take journeys in$4$ it like$4$ a chaise; 221:19,113@d | Or in$4$ a boat, whenever thou wilt 221:19,114@d | Canst make it serve thee for$4$ a tilt. 221:19,115@d | Capacious house! it is owned by$4$ all, 221:19,116@d | Thou art well contrived, though thou art small; 221:19,117@d | For$3$ every wit in$4$ Britain's isle 221:19,118@d | May lodge within thy spacious pile. 221:19,119@d | Like$4$ Bacchus thou, as poets feign, 221:19,120@d | Thy mother burnt, art born again; 221:19,121@d | Born like$4$ a Phoenix from the flame, 221:19,122@d | But neither bulk nor shape the same: 221:19,123@d | As animals of largest size 221:19,124@d | Corrupt to$4$ maggots, worms and flies. 221:19,125@d | A type of modern wit and style, 221:19,126@d | The rubbish of an ancient pile. 221:19,127@d | So$3$ chemists boast, they have a power 221:19,128@d | From the dead ashes of a flower 221:19,129@d | Some faint resemblance to$9$ produce; 221:19,130@d | But not the virtue, taste, or juice. 221:19,131@d | So$3$ modern rhymers wisely blast 221:19,132@d | The poetry of ages past, 221:19,133@d | Which$6#1$ after they have overthrown, 221:19,134@d | They from its ruins build their own."" 221:20,000[' ]| 221:20,001[A ]| When Cupid did his grandsire Jove entreat, 221:20,002[A ]| To$9$ form some beauty by$4$ a new receipt; 221:20,003[A ]| Jove sent and found far in$4$ a country scene, 221:20,004[A ]| Truth, innocence, good nature, look serene: 221:20,005[A ]| From which$6#1$ ingredients, first the dexterous boy 221:20,006[A ]| Picked the demure, the awkward, and the coy: 221:20,007[A ]| The Graces from the court did next provide 221:20,008[A ]| Breeding, and wit, and air, and decent pride. 221:20,009[A ]| These Venus cleansed from every spurious grain 221:20,010[A ]| Of nice, coquette, affected, pert and vain. 221:20,011[A ]| Jove mixed up$5$ all, and his best clay employed; 221:20,012[A ]| Then called the happy composition Floyd. 221:22,000[' ]| 221:22,000[' ]| 221:22,001[A ]| In$4$ ancient times, as story tells, 221:22,002[A ]| The saints would often leave their cells, 221:22,003[A ]| And stroll about, but hide their quality, 221:22,004[A ]| To$9$ try good people's hospitality. 221:22,005[A ]| It happened on$4$ a winter night, 221:22,006[A ]| (As authors of the legend write) 221:22,007[A ]| Two brother hermits, saints by$4$ trade, 221:22,008[A ]| Taking their tour in$4$ masquerade, 221:22,009[A ]| Disguised in$4$ tattered habits, went 221:22,010[A ]| To$4$ a small village down in$4$ Kent; 221:22,011[A ]| Where, in$4$ the stroller's canting strain, 221:22,012[A ]| They begged from door to$4$ door in$4$ vain; 221:22,013[A ]| Tried every tone might pity win, 221:22,014[A ]| But not a soul would let them in$5$. 221:22,015[A ]| Our wandering saints in$4$ woeful state, 221:22,016[A ]| Treated at this ungodly rate, 221:22,017[A ]| Having through all the village passed, 221:22,018[A ]| To$4$ a small cottage came at last; 221:22,019[A ]| Where dwelt a good old honest yeoman, 221:22,020[A ]| Called in$4$ the neighbourhood, Philemon. 221:22,021[A ]| Who$6#1$ kindly did the saints invite 221:22,022[A ]| In$4$ his poor hut to$9$ pass the night; 221:22,023[A ]| And then the hospitable sire 221:22,024[A ]| Bid Goody*Baucis mend the fire; 221:22,025[A ]| While he from out the chimney took 221:22,026[A ]| A flitch of bacon off the hook; 221:22,027[A ]| And freely from the fattest side, 221:22,028[A ]| Cut out large slices to$9$ be fried: 221:22,029[A ]| Then stepped aside to$9$ fetch them drink, 221:22,030[A ]| Filled a large jug up$5$ to$4$ the brink; 221:22,031[A ]| And saw it fairly twice go round; 221:22,032[A ]| Yet (what was wonderful) they found 221:22,033[A ]| It was still replenished to$4$ the top, 221:22,034[A ]| As if they never had touched a drop. 221:22,035[A ]| The good old couple was amazed, 221:22,036[A ]| And often on$4$ each other gazed: 221:22,037[A ]| For$3$ both were frighted to$4$ the heart, 221:22,038[A ]| And just began to$9$ cry, 221:22,038@x | ""What art!"" 221:22,039[A ]| Then softly turned aside to$9$ view, 221:22,040[A ]| Whether the lights were burning blue. 221:22,041[A ]| The gentle pilgrims soon aware of it, 221:22,042[A ]| Told them their calling, and their errand: 221:22,043@y | ""Good folks, you need not be afraid, 221:22,044@y | We are but saints,"" 221:22,044[A ]| the hermits said; 221:22,045@y | ""No$2$ hurt shall come to$4$ you, or yours; 221:22,046@y | But, for$4$ that$6#2$ pack of churlish boors, 221:22,047@y | Not fit to$9$ live on$4$ Christian ground, 221:22,048@y | They and their houses shall be drowned: 221:22,049@y | Whilst you shall see your cottage rise, 221:22,050@y | And grow a church before your eyes."" 221:22,051[A ]| They scarce had spoke; when fair and soft 221:22,052[A ]| The roof began to$9$ mount aloft; 221:22,053[A ]| Aloft rose every beam and rafter; 221:22,054[A ]| The heavy wall climbed slowly after. 221:22,055[A ]| The chimney widened, and grew higher, 221:22,056[A ]| Became a steeple with a spire. 221:22,057[A ]| The kettle to$4$ the top was hoist, 221:22,058[A ]| And there stood fastened to$4$ a joist: 221:22,059[A ]| But with the upside down, to$9$ show 221:22,060[A ]| Its inclination for$4$ below; 221:22,061[A ]| In$4$ vain; for$4$ some superior force 221:22,062[A ]| Applied at bottom, stops its course, 221:22,063[A ]| Doomed ever in$4$ suspense to$9$ dwell, 221:22,064[A ]| It is now no$2$ kettle, but a bell. 221:22,065[A ]| A wooden jack, which$6#1$ had almost 221:22,066[A ]| Lost, by$4$ disuse, the art to$9$ roast, 221:22,067[A ]| A sudden alteration feels, 221:22,068[A ]| Increased by$4$ new intestine wheels: 221:22,069[A ]| And what exalts the wonder more, 221:22,070[A ]| The number made the motion slower, 221:22,071[A ]| The flier, which$6#1$ though it had leaden feet, 221:22,072[A ]| Turned round so$5#1$ quick you scarce could see it; 221:22,073[A ]| Now slackened by$4$ some secret power, 221:22,074[A ]| Can hardly move an inch an hour. 221:22,075[A ]| The jack and chimney, near allied, 221:22,076[A ]| Had never left each other's side; 221:22,077[A ]| The chimney to$4$ a steeple grown, 221:22,078[A ]| The jack would not be left alone; 221:22,079[A ]| But up$5$ against the steeple reared, 221:22,080[A ]| Became a clock, and still adhered: 221:22,081[A ]| And still its love to$4$ household cares 221:22,082[A ]| By$4$ a shrill voice at noon declares, 221:22,083[A ]| Warning the cook-maid not to$9$ burn 221:22,084[A ]| That$6#2$ roast meat which$6#1$ it can not turn. 221:22,085[A ]| The groaning chair was seen to$9$ crawl, 221:22,086[A ]| Like$4$ an huge snail half up$4$ the wall; 221:22,087[A ]| There stuck aloft, in$4$ public view; 221:22,088[A ]| And with small change, a pulpit grew. 221:22,089[A ]| The porringers, that$6#1$ in$4$ a row 221:22,090[A ]| Hung high, and made a glittering show, 221:22,091[A ]| To$4$ a less noble substance changed, 221:22,092[A ]| Were now but leathern buckets, ranged. 221:22,093[A ]| The ballads pasted on$4$ the wall, 221:22,094[A ]| Of Joan of France, and English Moll, 221:22,095[A ]| Fair Rosamund, and Robin*Hood, 221:22,096[A ]| ""The little children in$4$ the wood"": 221:22,097[A ]| Now seemed to$9$ look abundance better, 221:22,098[A ]| Improved in$4$ picture, size, and letter; 221:22,099[A ]| And high in$4$ order placed describe 221:22,100[A ]| The heraldry of every tribe. 221:22,101[A ]| A bedstead of the antique mode, 221:22,102[A ]| Compact of timber many a load; 221:22,103[A ]| Such as our grandsires wont to$9$ use, 221:22,104[A ]| Was metamorphosed into pews; 221:22,105[A ]| Which$6#1$ still their ancient nature keep, 221:22,106[A ]| By$4$ lodging folks disposed to$9$ sleep. 221:22,107[A ]| The cottage by$4$ such feats as these, 221:22,108[A ]| Grown to$4$ a church by$4$ just degrees; 221:22,109[A ]| The hermits then desire their host 221:22,110[A ]| To$9$ ask for$4$ what he fancied most. 221:22,111[A ]| Philemon having paused a while, 221:22,112[A ]| Returned them thanks in$4$ homely style; 221:22,113[A ]| Then said, 221:22,113@c | ""My house is grown so$5#1$ fine, 221:22,114@c | Methinks I still would call it mine: 221:22,115@c | I am old, and fain would live at ease, 221:22,116@c | Make me the parson, if you please."" 221:22,117[A ]| He spoke, and presently he feels 221:22,118[A ]| His grazier's coat fall down his heels; 221:22,119[A ]| He sees, yet hardly can believe, 221:22,120[A ]| About each arm a pudding-sleeve: 221:22,121[A ]| His waistcoat to$4$ a cassock grew, 221:22,122[A ]| And both assumed a sable hue; 221:22,123[A ]| But being old, continued just 221:22,124[A ]| As threadbare, and as full of dust. 221:22,125[A ]| His talk was now of tithes and dues: 221:22,126[A ]| Could smoke his pipe, and read the news; 221:22,127[A ]| Knew how to$9$ preach old sermons next, 221:22,128[A ]| Vamped in$4$ the preface and the text; 221:22,129[A ]| At christening well could act his part, 221:22,130[A ]| And had the service all by$4$ heart: 221:22,131[A ]| Wished women might have children fast, 221:22,132[A ]| And thought whose sow had farrowed last: 221:22,133[A ]| Against dissenters would repine, 221:22,134[A ]| And stood up$5$ firm for$4$ right divine: 221:22,135[A ]| Found his head filled with many a system, 221:22,136[A ]| But classic authors ~~ he never missed them. 221:22,137[A ]| Thus having furbished up$5$ a parson, 221:22,138[A ]| Dame*Baucis next they played their farce on$5$: 221:22,139[A ]| Instead of homespun coifs were seen 221:22,140[A ]| Good pinners edged with colbertine: 221:22,141[A ]| Her petticoat transformed apace, 221:22,142[A ]| Became black satin, flounced with lace. 221:22,143[A ]| Plain Goody would no$2$ longer down; 221:22,144[A ]| It was Madam, in$4$ her grogram gown. 221:22,145[A ]| Philemon was in$4$ great surprise, 221:22,146[A ]| And hardly could believe his eyes; 221:22,147[A ]| Amazed to$9$ see her look so$5#1$ prim: 221:22,148[A ]| And she admired as much at him. 221:22,149[A ]| Thus, happy in$4$ their change of life, 221:22,150[A ]| Were several years the man and wife: 221:22,151[A ]| When on$4$ a day, which$6#1$ proved their last, 221:22,152[A ]| Discoursing over old stories past, 221:22,153[A ]| They went by$4$ chance, amidst their talk, 221:22,154[A ]| To$4$ the churchyard, to$9$ fetch a walk; 221:22,155[A ]| When Baucis hastily cried out, 221:22,156@d | ""My dear, I see your forehead sprout!"" 221:22,157@c | ""Sprout,"" 221:22,157[A ]| quoth the man, 221:22,157@c | ""what is this you tell us? 221:22,158@c | I hope you do not believe me jealous: 221:22,159@c | But yet, methinks, I feel it true; 221:22,160@c | And really yours is budding too ~~ 221:22,161@c | Nay ~~ now I can not stir my foot: 221:22,162@c | It feels as if it were taking root."" 221:22,163[A ]| Description would but tire my muse: 221:22,164[A ]| In$4$ short, they both were turned to$4$ yews. 221:22,165[A ]| Old Goodman*Dobson, of the Green, 221:22,166[A ]| Remembers he the trees has seen; 221:22,167[A ]| He will$1$ talk of them from noon to$4$ night, 221:22,168[A ]| And goes with folks to$9$ show the sight; 221:22,169[A ]| On$4$ Sundays, after evening prayer, 221:22,170[A ]| He gathers all the parish there: 221:22,171[A ]| Points out the place of either yew; 221:22,172[A ]| Here Baucis, there Philemon grew: 221:22,173[A ]| Till once, a parson of our town, 221:22,174[A ]| To$9$ mend his barn, cut Baucis down; 221:22,175[A ]| At which$6#1$, it is hard to$9$ be believed, 221:22,176[A ]| How much the other tree was grieved: 221:22,177[A ]| Grew scrubby, died a-top, was stunted: 221:22,178[A ]| So$3$, the next parson stubbed and burnt it. 221:23,000[' ]| <""In Pity to the Emptying Town""> 221:23,001[A ]| In$4$ pity to$4$ the emptying town 221:23,002[A ]| Some god May*Fair invented, 221:23,003[A ]| When nature would invite us down, 221:23,004[A ]| To$9$ be by$4$ art prevented 221:23,005[A ]| What a corrupted taste is ours 221:23,006[A ]| When milkmaids in$4$ mock-state 221:23,007[A ]| Instead of garlands made of flowers 221:23,008[A ]| Adorn their pails with plate. 221:23,009[A ]| So$3$ are the joys which$6#1$ nature yields 221:23,010[A ]| Inverted in$4$ May*Fair; 221:23,011[A ]| In$4$ painted cloth we look for$4$ fields, 221:23,012[A ]| And step in$4$ booths for$4$ air. 221:23,013[A ]| Here a dog dancing on$4$ his hams 221:23,014[A ]| And puppets moved by$4$ wire 221:23,015[A ]| Do far exceed your frisking lambs 221:23,016[A ]| Or song of feathered quire. 221:23,017[A ]| However such verse as yours, I grant 221:23,018[A ]| Would be but too inviting 221:23,019[A ]| Were fair Ardelia not my aunt, 221:23,020[A ]| Or were it Worsley's writing. 221:23,021[A ]| Then pray think this a lucky hit, 221:23,022[A ]| Nor never expect another, 221:23,023[A ]| For$3$ honest Harry is no$2$ wit, 221:23,024[A ]| Though he is a younger brother. 221:24,000[' ]| 221:24,001[A ]| Now hardly here and there a hackney coach 221:24,002[A ]| Appearing, showed the ruddy morn's approach. 221:24,003[A ]| Now Betty from her master's bed has flown, 221:24,004[A ]| And softly stole to$9$ discompose her own. 221:24,005[A ]| The slipshod prentice from his master's door 221:24,006[A ]| Had pared the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor. 221:24,007[A ]| Now Moll had whirled her mop with dexterous airs, 221:24,008[A ]| Prepared to$9$ scrub the entry and the stairs. 221:24,009[A ]| The youth with broomy stumps began to$9$ trace 221:24,010[A ]| The kennel-edge, where wheels had worn the place. 221:24,011[A ]| The smallcoal man was heard with cadence deep; 221:24,012[A ]| Till drowned in$4$ shriller notes of chimney-sweep. 221:24,013[A ]| Duns at his Lordship's gate began to$9$ meet; 221:24,014[A ]| And Brickdust Moll had screamed through half a street. 221:24,015[A ]| The turnkey now his flock returning sees, 221:24,016[A ]| Duly let out a-nights to$9$ steal for$4$ fees. 221:24,017[A ]| The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands; 221:24,018[A ]| And schoolboys lag with satchels in$4$ their hands. 221:25,000[' ]| 221:25,000[' ]| 221:25,001[A ]| Whoever pleaseth to$9$ inquire, 221:25,002[A ]| Why yonder steeple wants a spire, 221:25,003[A ]| The grey old fellow poet Joe 221:25,004[A ]| The philosophic cause will$1$ show. 221:25,005[A ]| Once, on$4$ a time a Western blast, 221:25,006[A ]| At least twelve inches overcast, 221:25,007[A ]| Reckoning roof, weathercock and all, 221:25,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ came with a prodigious fall; 221:25,009[A ]| And tumbling topsyturvy round 221:25,010[A ]| Light with its bottom on$4$ the ground. 221:25,011[A ]| For$3$ by$4$ the laws of gravitation, 221:25,012[A ]| It fell into its proper station. 221:25,013[A ]| This is the little strutting pile, 221:25,014[A ]| You see just by$4$ the churchyard stile; 221:25,015[A ]| The walls in$4$ tumbling gave a knock; 221:25,016[A ]| And thus the steeple got a shock; 221:25,017[A ]| From whence the neighbouring farmer calls 221:25,018[A ]| The steeple ""Knock"", the vicar ""Walls"". 221:25,019[A ]| The vicar once a week creeps in$5$, 221:25,020[A ]| Sits with his knees up$5$ to$4$ his chiin; 221:25,021[A ]| Here cons his notes, and takes a whet, 221:25,022[A ]| Till a small ragged flock is met. 221:25,023[A ]| A traveller, who$6#1$ by$5$ did pass, 221:25,024[A ]| Observed the roof behind the grass; 221:25,025[A ]| On$4$ tiptoe stood and reared his snout, 221:25,026[A ]| And saw the parson creeping out; 221:25,027[A ]| Was much surprised to$9$ see a crow 221:25,028[A ]| Venture to$9$ build his nest so$5#1$ low. 221:25,029[A ]| A schoolboy ran unto it and thought, 221:25,030[A ]| The crib was down, the blackbird caught. 221:25,031[A ]| A third, who$6#1$ lost his way by$4$ night, 221:25,032[A ]| Was forced, for$4$ safety, to$9$ alight, 221:25,033[A ]| And stepping over the fabric roof, 221:25,034[A ]| His horse had like$5$ to$9$ spoil his hoof. 221:25,035[A ]| Warburton took it in$4$ his noddle, 221:25,036[A ]| This building was designed a model, 221:25,037[A ]| Or of a pigeon-house, or oven, 221:25,038[A ]| To$9$ bake one loaf, and keep one dove in$5$. 221:25,039[A ]| Then Mrs*Johnson gave her verdict, 221:25,040[A ]| And everyone was pleased, that$6#1$ heard it: 221:25,041@c | ""All that$6#1$ you make this stir about, 221:25,042@c | Is but a still which$6#1$ wants a spout."" 221:25,043[A ]| The Reverend Dr*Raymond guessed, 221:25,044[A ]| More probably than all the rest; 221:25,045[A ]| He said, but that$3$ it wanted room, 221:25,046[A ]| It might have been a pigmy's tomb. 221:25,047[A ]| The Doctor's family came by$5$, 221:25,048[A ]| And little Miss began to$9$ cry; 221:25,049@d | Give me that$6#2$ house in$4$ my own hand; 221:25,050[A ]| Then Madam bid the chariot stand, 221:25,051[A ]| Called to$4$ the clerk in$4$ manner mild, 221:25,052@e | ""Pray reach that$6#2$ thing here to$4$ the child, 221:25,053@e | That$6#2$ thing, I mean, among the kale, 221:25,054@e | And here is to$9$ buy a pot of ale."" 221:25,055[A ]| The clerk said to$4$ her in$4$ a heat, 221:25,056@f | ""What? sell my master's country seat? 221:25,057@f | Where he comes every week from town; 221:25,058@f | He would not sell it for$4$ a crown."" 221:25,059@g | ""Poh! Fellow keep not such a pother, 221:25,060@g | In$4$ half an hour thou shalt make another."" 221:25,061[A ]| Says Nancy, 221:25,061@g | ""I can make for$4$ Miss, 221:25,062@g | A finer house ten times than this, 221:25,063@g | The Dean wil give me willow sticks, 221:25,064@g | And Joe my apron full of bricks."" 221:27,000[' ]| 221:27,000[' ]| 221:27,001[A ]| Come, fair muse of Grub*Street, the dialogue write, 221:27,002[A ]| Betwixt Captain*Tom and a goodly old knight. 221:27,003[A ]| Quoth ancient Sir*Harry, 221:27,003@c | ""My dear Captain*Thomas, 221:27,004@c | Sure you and your subjects will$1$ not depart from us. 221:27,005@c | Then hold hat and heart, and right hand every man up$5$, 221:27,006@c | And bawl out old Colt, and brave General*Stanhope. 221:27,007@c | Let the General's merits and mine be maintained: 221:27,008@c | Turn off the old brewer, and be not cross-grained. 221:27,009@c | In$4$ a protestant country, why are you for$4$ crosses? 221:27,010@c | And brewers will$1$ poison you all with molosses. 221:27,011@c | Besides, are not all the damned Jacobite brewers, 221:27,012@c | Still brewing of mischief, and so$3$ may be yours? 221:27,013@c | And papists are brewers, with faggots to$9$ burn us; 221:27,014@c | But if you love brewing, you may have a Furnese. 221:27,015@c | Then Stanhope shall send you each laurel he crops; 221:27,016@c | And laurels are sometimes as bitter as hops."" 221:27,017[A ]| When comely Sir*Harry had thus shot his bolt, 221:27,018[A ]| Then replied Captain*Tom, 221:27,018@d | ""God-a-mercy, old Colt, 221:27,019@d | You had better have been at your spade and your club, 221:27,020@d | Than take up$5$ our time with a tale of a tub. 221:27,021@d | You shall be discarded, I say it to$4$ your face; 221:27,022@d | We will$1$ all play the game, and not bate you an ace. 221:27,023@d | Then let me advise you no$2$ longer to$9$ stay; 221:27,024@d | But pack up$5$ and shuffle, and cut it away. 221:27,025@d | And though you have wit, youth, beauty, and parts, 221:27,026@d | While we keep our clubs, you shall never win our hearts. 221:27,027@d | Brave Stanhope for$4$ fighting will$1$ have his reward, 221:27,028@d | And the Queen, when she pleases, can make him a lord. 221:27,029@d | But we are true friends of the church and Sacheverell; 221:27,030@d | And vote for$4$ a manager surely we never will$1$! 221:27,031@d | Besides, we have found too much heat in$4$ some rulers, 221:27,032@d | And will$1$ give them a brewer, because they want coolers. 221:27,033@d | If Christians love crosses, why should they be blamed? 221:27,034@d | You shall see us bear ours, and not be ashamed. 221:27,035@d | But we know what you aim at; you all would engross, 221:27,036@d | And not leave the church or the nation a cross."" 221:27,037[A ]| When the Captain had finished, away went old Numps; 221:27,038[A ]| He had got a bad game, and could not turn up$5$ trumps. 221:27,039[A ]| His eggs they are addled, and dough was his cake; 221:27,040[A ]| So$3$ fairly he left them to$9$ brew as they bake. 221:28,000[' ]| 221:28,001[A ]| Careful observers may foretell the hour 221:28,002[A ]| (By$4$ sure prognostics) when to$9$ dread a shower. 221:28,003[A ]| While rain depends, the pensive cat gives over 221:28,004[A ]| Her frolics, and pursues her tail no$2$ more. 221:28,005[A ]| Returning home at night you find the sink 221:28,006[A ]| Strike your offended sense with double stink. 221:28,007[A ]| If you be wise, then go not far to$9$ dine, 221:28,008[A ]| You spend in$4$ coach-hire more than save in$4$ wine. 221:28,009[A ]| A coming shower your shooting corns presage, 221:28,010[A ]| Old aches throb, your hollow tooth will$1$ rage: 221:28,011[A ]| Sauntering in$4$ coffee-house is Dulman seen; 221:28,012[A ]| He damns the climate, and complains of speen. 221:28,013[A ]| Meanwhile the south, rising with dabbled wings, 221:28,014[A ]| A sable cloud athwart the welkin flings; 221:28,015[A ]| That$6#1$ swilled more liquor than it could contain, 221:28,016[A ]| And like$4$ a drunkard gives it up$5$ again. 221:28,017[A ]| Brisk Susan whips her lines from the rope, 221:28,018[A ]| While the first drizzling shower is born aslope: 221:28,019[A ]| Such is that$6#2$ sprinkling which$6#1$ some careless quean 221:28,020[A ]| Flirts on$4$ you from her mop, but not so$5#1$ clean: 221:28,021[A ]| You fly, invoke the gods; then turning, stop 221:28,022[A ]| To$9$ rail; she singing, still whirls on$5$ her mop. 221:28,023[A ]| Nor yet the dust had shunned the unequal strife, 221:28,024[A ]| But aided by$4$ the wind, fought still for$4$ life; 221:28,025[A ]| And wafted with its foe by$4$ violent gust, 221:28,026[A ]| It was doubtful which$6#1$ was rain, and which$6#1$ was dust. 221:28,027[A ]| Ah! where must needy poet seek for$4$ aid, 221:28,028[A ]| When dust and rain at once his coat invade? 221:28,029[A ]| Sole coat, where dust cemented by$4$ the rain 221:28,030[A ]| Erects the nap, and leaves a cloudy stain. 221:28,031[A ]| Now in$4$ contiguous drops the flood comes down, 221:28,032[A ]| Threatening with deluge this devoted town. 221:28,033[A ]| To$4$ shops in$4$ crowds the daggled females fly, 221:28,034[A ]| Pretend to$9$ cheapen goods, but nothing buy. 221:28,035[A ]| The templar spruce, while every spout is abroach, 221:28,036[A ]| Stays till it is fair, yet seems to$9$ call a coach. 221:28,037[A ]| The tucked-up$5$ seamstress walks with hasty strides, 221:28,038[A ]| While streams run down her oiled umbrella's sides. 221:28,039[A ]| Here various kinds by$4$ various fortunes led, 221:28,040[A ]| Commence acquaintance underneath a shed. 221:28,041[A ]| Triumphant Tories, and desponding Whigs, 221:28,042[A ]| Forget their feuds, and join to$9$ save their wigs. 221:28,043[A ]| Boxed in$4$ a chair the beau impatient sits, 221:28,044[A ]| While spouts run clattering over the roof by$4$ fits; 221:28,045[A ]| And ever and anon with frightful din 221:28,046[A ]| The leather sounds; he trembles from within. 221:28,047[A ]| So$3$ when Troy chairmen bore the wooden steed, 221:28,048[A ]| Pregnant with Greeks, impatient to$9$ be freed; 221:28,049[A ]| (Those bully Greeks, who$6#1$, as the moderns do, 221:28,050[A ]| Instead of paying chairmen, run them through) 221:28,051[A ]| Laocoon struck the outside with his spear, 221:28,052[A ]| And each imprisoned hero quaked for$4$ fear. 221:28,053[A ]| Now from all parts the swelling kennels flow, 221:28,054[A ]| And bear their trophies with them as they go: 221:28,055[A ]| Filths of all hues and odours, seem to$9$ tell 221:28,056[A ]| What streets they sailed from, by$4$ the sight and smell. 221:28,057[A ]| They, as each torrent drives with rapid force 221:28,058[A ]| From Smithfield, or St*Pulchre's shape their course; 221:28,059[A ]| And in$4$ huge confluent join at Snow*Hill ridge, 221:28,060[A ]| Fall from the conduit prone to$4$ Holborn*Bridge. 221:28,061[A ]| Sweepings from butchers' stalls, dung, guts, and blood, 221:28,062[A ]| Drowned puppies, stinking sprats, all drenched in$4$ mud, 221:28,063[A ]| Dead cats and turnip-tops come tumbling down the flood. 221:29,000[' ]| 221:29,001[A ]| On$4$ Britain Europe's safety lies, 221:29,002[A ]| And Britain lost if Harley dies: 221:29,003[A ]| Harley depends upon$4$ your skill, 221:29,004[A ]| Think what you save or what you kill. 221:32,000[' ]| 221:32,000[' ]| 221:32,000[' ]| 221:32,001[A ]| An orator dismal of Nottinghamshire, 221:32,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ has forty years let out his conscience to$4$ hire, 221:32,003[A ]| Out of zeal for$4$ his country, and want of a place, 221:32,004[A ]| Is come up$5$, \7vi 7& 7armis\, to$9$ break the Queen's peace. 221:32,005[A ]| He has vamped up$5$ an old speech, and the court to$4$ their sorrow, 221:32,006[A ]| Shall hear him harangue against Prior tomorrow. 221:32,007[A ]| When once he begins, he never will$1$ flinch, 221:32,008[A ]| But repeats the same note a whole day, like$4$ a finch. 221:32,009[A ]| I have heard all the speech repeated by$4$ Hoppy, 221:32,010[A ]| And, mistakes to$9$ prevent, I have obtained a copy. 221:32,000[' ]| 221:32,011[B ]| Whereas, notwithstanding, I am in$4$ great pain, 221:32,012[B ]| To$9$ hear we are making a peace without Spain; 221:32,013[B ]| But, most noble senators, it is a great shame 221:32,014[B ]| There should be a peace, while I am not in$4$ game. 221:32,015[B ]| The Duke showed me all his fine house; and the Duchess 221:32,016[B ]| From her closet brought out a full purse in$4$ her clutches: 221:32,017[B ]| I talked of a peace, and they both gave a start, 221:32,018[B ]| His Grace swore by$4$ God, and her Grace let a fart: 221:32,019[B ]| My long old-fashioned pocket was presently crammed; 221:32,020[B ]| And sooner than vote for$4$ a peace I will$1$ be damned. 221:32,021[B ]| But some will$1$ cry ""Turncoat!", and rip up$5$ old stories, 221:32,022[B ]| How I always pretended to$9$ be for$4$ the Tories: 221:32,023[B ]| I answer; the Tories were in$4$ my good graces, 221:32,024[B ]| Till all my relations were put into places. 221:32,025[B ]| But still I am in$4$ principle ever the same, 221:32,026[B ]| And will$1$ quit my best friends, while I am not in$4$ game. 221:32,027[B ]| When I and some others subscribed our names 221:32,028[B ]| To$4$ a plot for$4$ expelling my master King*James; 221:32,029[B ]| I withdrew my subscription by$4$ help of a blot, 221:32,030[B ]| And so$3$ might discover, or gain by$4$ the plot: 221:32,031[B ]| I had my advantage, and stood at defiance, 221:32,032[B ]| For$3$ Daniel was got from the den of the lions: 221:32,033[B ]| I came in$4$ without danger; and was I to$9$ blame? 221:32,034[B ]| For$3$ rather than hang, I would be not in$4$ game. 221:32,035[B ]| I swore to$4$ the Queen that$3$ the Prince of Hanover 221:32,036[B ]| During her sacred life, should never come over: 221:32,037[B ]| I made use of a trope; that$3$ ""an heir to$9$ invite, 221:32,038[B ]| Was like$4$ keeping her monument always in$4$ sight."" 221:32,039[B ]| But when I thought proper, I altered my note; 221:32,040[B ]| And in$4$ her own hearing I boldly did vote, 221:32,041[B ]| That$3$ her Majesty stood in$4$ great need of a tutor, 221:32,042[B ]| And must have an old, or a young coadjutor: 221:32,043[B ]| For$3$ why; I would fain have put all in$4$ a flame, 221:32,044[B ]| Because, for$4$ some reasons, I was not in$4$ game. 221:32,045[B ]| Now my new benefactors have brought me about, 221:32,046[B ]| And I will$1$ vote against peace, with Spain, or without: 221:32,047[B ]| Though the court gives my nephews, and brothers, and cousins, 221:32,048[B ]| And all my whole family, places by$4$ dozens; 221:32,049[B ]| Yet since I know where a full purse may be found, 221:32,050[B ]| And hardly pay eighteen pence tax in$4$ the pound: 221:32,051[B ]| Since the Tories have thus disappointed my hopes, 221:32,052[B ]| And will$1$ neither regard my figures nor tropes; 221:32,053[B ]| I will$1$ speech against peace while Dismal is my name, 221:32,054[B ]| And be a true Whig, while I am not in$4$ game. 221:33,000[' ]| 221:33,001[A ]| When a holy black \Suede\, the Son of \Bob\, 221:33,002[A ]| With a \Saint\ at his Chin, and a \Seal\ in$4$ his Fob; 221:33,003[A ]| Shall not see one New Years-day in$4$ that$6#2$ Year, 221:33,004[A ]| Then let old \England\ make good Cheer: 221:33,005[A ]| \Windsor\ and \Bristow\ then shall be 221:33,006[A ]| Joyned together in$4$ the Low-Country. 221:33,007[A ]| Then shall the tall black \Daventry Bird\ 221:33,008[A ]| Speak against Peace right many a Word; 221:33,009[A ]| And some shall admire his conyng Witt, 221:33,010[A ]| For$4$ many good \Groats\ his Tongue shall slit: 221:33,011[A ]| But spite of the \Harpy\ that$6#1$ \crawls on$4$ all four\, 221:33,012[A ]| There shall be Peace, pardie, and War no$2$ more. 221:33,013[A ]| But \England\ must cry alack and well a day, 221:33,014[A ]| If the \Stick\ be taken from the \dead Sea\. 221:33,015[A ]| And dear \England\, if ought I understand. 221:33,016[A ]| Beware of \Carrots\ from \Northumberland\. 221:33,017[A ]| \Carrots\ sown \Thyn\ a deep root may get, 221:33,018[A ]| If so$5#2$ be they are in$4$ \Sommer\ set: 221:33,019[A ]| Their \Conyngs mark\ thou, for$3$ I have been told, 221:33,020[A ]| They \Assassine\ when young, and \Poison\ when old. 221:33,021[A ]| Root out these \Carrots\, O Thou, whose \Name\ 221:33,022[A ]| Is backwards and forwards always the same; 221:33,023[A ]| And keep close to$4$ Thee always that$6#2$ \Name\, 221:33,024[A ]| Which$6#1$ backwards and forwards is almost the same. 221:33,025[A ]| And \England\ wouldst thou be happy still, 221:33,026[A ]| Bury those \Carrots\ under a \Hill\. 221:34,000[' ]| 221:34,001[A ]| This day (the year I dare not tell) 221:34,002[A ]| Apollo played the midwife's part; 221:34,003[A ]| Into the world Corinna fell, 221:34,004[A ]| And he endowed her with his art. 221:34,005[A ]| But Cupid with a satyr comes; 221:34,006[A ]| Both softly to$4$ the cradle creep: 221:34,007[A ]| Both stroke her hands, and rub her gums, 221:34,008[A ]| While the poor child lay fast asleep. 221:34,009[A ]| The Cupid thus: 221:34,009@c | ""This little maid 221:34,010@c | Of love shall always speak and write;"" 221:34,011@d | ""And I pronounce"", 221:34,011[A ]| the satyr said, 221:34,012@d | ""The world shall feel her scratch and bite."" 221:34,013[A ]| Her talent she displayed betimes; 221:34,014[A ]| For$3$ in$4$ a few revolving moons, 221:34,015[A ]| She seemed to$9$ laugh and squall in$4$ rhymes, 221:34,016[A ]| And all her gestures were lampoons. 221:34,017[A ]| At six years old, the subtle jade 221:34,018[A ]| Stole to$4$ the pantry-door, and found 221:34,019[A ]| The butler with my Lady's maid; 221:34,020[A ]| And you may swear the tale went round. 221:34,021[A ]| She made a song, how little Miss 221:34,022[A ]| Was kissed and slobbered by$4$ a lad: 221:34,023[A ]| And how, when Master went to$9$ piss, 221:34,024[A ]| Miss came, and peeped at all he had. 221:34,025[A ]| At twelve, a poet, and coquette; 221:34,026[A ]| Marries for$4$ love, half whore, half wife; 221:34,027[A ]| Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in$4$ debt; 221:34,028[A ]| Turns authoress, and is Curll's for$4$ life. 221:34,029[A ]| Her commonplace book all gallant is, 221:34,030[A ]| Of scandal now a cornucopia; 221:34,031[A ]| She pours it out in$4$ an \Atlantis\, 221:34,032[A ]| Or \Memoirs of the New Utopia\. 221:35,000[' ]| 221:35,000[' ]| 221:35,000[' ]| 221:35,001[A ]| Atlas, we read in$4$ ancient song, 221:35,002[A ]| Was so$5#1$ exceeding tall and strong, 221:35,003[A ]| He bore the skies upon$4$ his back, 221:35,004[A ]| Just as a pedlar does his pack; 221:35,005[A ]| But, as a pedlar overpressed, 221:35,006[A ]| Unloads upon$4$ a stall to$9$ rest; 221:35,007[A ]| Or when he can no$2$ longer stand, 221:35,008[A ]| Desires a friend to$9$ lend a hand; 221:35,009[A ]| So$3$ Atlas, lest the ponderous spheres 221:35,010[A ]| Should sink and fall about his ears, 221:35,011[A ]| Got Hercules to$9$ bear the pile, 221:35,012[A ]| That$3$ he might sit and rest awhile. 221:35,013[A ]| Yet Hercules was not so$5#1$ strong, 221:35,014[A ]| Nor could have borne it half so$5#1$ long. 221:35,015[A ]| Great statesmen are in$4$ this condition; 221:35,016[A ]| And Atlas is a politician; 221:35,017[A ]| A premier minister of state; 221:35,018[A ]| Alcides, one of second rate. 221:35,019[A ]| Suppose then Atlas never so$5#1$ wise, 221:35,020[A ]| Yet when the weight of kingdom lies 221:35,021[A ]| Too long upon$4$ his single shoulders, 221:35,022[A ]| Sink down he must, or find upholders. 221:38,000[' ]| 221:38,000[' ]| 221:38,000[' ]| 221:38,001[A ]| If, dearest ""Dismal"", you for$4$ once can dine 221:38,002[A ]| Upon$4$ a single dish, and tavern wine, 221:38,003[A ]| Toland to$4$ you this invitation sends, 221:38,004[A ]| To$9$ eat the Calves' Head with your trusty friends. 221:38,005[A ]| Suspend a while your vain ambitious hopes, 221:38,006[A ]| Leave hunting after bribes, forget your tropes: 221:38,007[A ]| Tomorrow we our mystic feast prepare, 221:38,008[A ]| Where thou, our latest proselyte, shalt share: 221:38,009[A ]| When we, by$4$ proper signs and symbols tell, 221:38,010[A ]| How, by$4$ brave hands, the royal traitor fell; 221:38,011[A ]| The meat shall represent the tyrant's head, 221:38,012[A ]| The wine, his blood, our predecessors shed: 221:38,013[A ]| Whilst an alluding hymn some artist sings, 221:38,014[A ]| We toast confusion to$4$ the race of kings: 221:38,015[A ]| At monarchy we nobly show our spite, 221:38,016[A ]| And talk what fools call treason all the night. 221:38,017[A ]| Who$6#1$, by$4$ disgrace or ill fortune sunk, 221:38,018[A ]| Feels not his soul enlivened when he is drunk? 221:38,019[A ]| Wine can clear up$5$ Godolphin's cloudy face, 221:38,020[A ]| And fill Jack*Smith with hopes to$9$ keep his place; 221:38,021[A ]| By$4$ force of wine even Scarborough is brave, 221:38,022[A ]| Hal grows more pert, and Somers not so$5#1$ grave: 221:38,023[A ]| Wine can give Portland wit, and Cleveland sense, 221:38,024[A ]| Montagu learning, Bolton eloquence; 221:38,025[A ]| Cholmondley, when drunk, can never lose his wand, 221:38,026[A ]| And Lincoln then imagines he has land. 221:38,027[A ]| My province is, to$9$ see that$3$ all be right, 221:38,028[A ]| Glasses and linen clean, and pewter bright; 221:38,029[A ]| From our mysterious club to$9$ keep out spies, 221:38,030[A ]| And Tories (dressed like$4$ waiters) in$4$ disguise. 221:38,031[A ]| You shall be coupled as you best approve, 221:38,032[A ]| Seated at table next the men you love. 221:38,033[A ]| Sunderland, Orford, Boyle and Richmond's Grace 221:38,034[A ]| Will$1$ come; and Hampden shall have Walpole's place. 221:38,035[A ]| Wharton, unless prevented by$4$ a whore, 221:38,036[A ]| Will$1$ hardly fail, and there is room for$4$ more: 221:38,037[A ]| But I love elbow-room whenever I drink, 221:38,038[A ]| And honest Harry is too apt to$9$ stink. 221:38,039[A ]| Let no$2$ pretence of business make you stay, 221:38,040[A ]| Yet take one word of counsel by$4$ the way: 221:38,041[A ]| If Guernsey calls, send word you are gone abroad; 221:38,042[A ]| He will$1$ tease you with King*Charles and Bishop*Laud, 221:38,043[A ]| Or make you fast, and carry you to$4$ prayers: 221:38,044[A ]| But if he will$1$ break in$5$, and walk upstairs, 221:38,045[A ]| Steal by$4$ the back-door out, and leave him there; 221:38,046[A ]| Then order Squash to$9$ call a hackney chair. 221:38,000[' ]| 221:39,000[' ]| 221:39,000[' ]| 221:39,000[' ]| 221:39,000[' ]| 221:39,000[' ]| 221:39,001[A ]| Spite of Dutch friends and English foes, 221:39,002[A ]| Poor Britain shall have peace at last; 221:39,003[A ]| Holland got towns, and we got blows, 221:39,004[A ]| But Dunkirk is ours, we will$1$ hold it fast: 221:39,005[A ]| We have got it in$4$ a string, 221:39,006[A ]| And the Whigs may all go swing, 221:39,007[A ]| For$3$ among good friends, I love to$9$ be plain; 221:39,008[A ]| All their false deluded hopes, 221:39,009[A ]| Will$1$, or ought to$9$ end in$4$ ropes; 221:39,010[A ]| But the Queen shall enjoy her own again. 221:39,000[' ]| 221:39,011[A ]| Sunderland has run out of his wits, 221:39,012[A ]| And Dismal double-dismal looks; 221:39,013[A ]| Wharton can only swear by$4$ fits, 221:39,014[A ]| And strutting Hal is off the hooks; 221:39,015[A ]| Old Godolphin full of spleen, 221:39,016[A ]| Made false moves, and lost his Queen; 221:39,017[A ]| Harry looked fierce, and shook his ragged mane: 221:39,018[A ]| But a prince of high renown, 221:39,019[A ]| Swore he would rather lose a crown, 221:39,020[A ]| Than the Queen shall enjoy her own again. 221:39,000[' ]| 221:39,021[A ]| Our merchants ships may cut the line, 221:39,022[A ]| And not be snapped by$4$ privateers, 221:39,023[A ]| And commoners who$6#1$ love good wine, 221:39,024[A ]| Will$1$ drink it now as well as peers: 221:39,025[A ]| Landed men shall have their rent, 221:39,026[A ]| Yet our stocks rise cent per cent, 221:39,027[A ]| The Dutch from hence shall no$2$ more millions drain; 221:39,028[A ]| We will$1$ bring on$4$ us no$2$ more debts, 221:39,029[A ]| Nor with bankrupts fill gazettes, 221:39,030[A ]| And the Queen shall enjoy her own again. 221:39,000[' ]| 221:39,031[A ]| The towns we took never did us good, 221:39,032[A ]| What signified the French to$9$ beat? 221:39,033[A ]| We spent our money and our blood, 221:39,034[A ]| To$9$ make the Dutchmen proud and great: 221:39,035[A ]| But the Lord of Oxford swears, 221:39,036[A ]| Dunkirk never shall be theirs, 221:39,037[A ]| The Dutch-hearted Whigs may rail and complain; 221:39,038[A ]| But true Englishmen will$1$ fill 221:39,039[A ]| A good health to$4$ General*Hill, 221:39,040[A ]| For$3$ the Queen now enjoys her own again. 221:42,000[' ]| 221:42,001[A ]| The shepherds and the nymphs were seen 221:42,002[A ]| Pleading before the Cyprian queen. 221:42,003[A ]| The counsel for$4$ the fair began, 221:42,004[A ]| Accusing that$6#2$ false creature, man: 221:42,005[A ]| The brief with weighty crimes was charged, 221:42,006[A ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ the pleader much enlarged; 221:42,007[A ]| That$3$ 221:42,007@c | ""Cupid now has lost his art, 221:42,008@c | Or blunts the point of every dart: 221:42,009@c | His altar now no$2$ longer smokes, 221:42,010@c | His mother's aid no$2$ youth invokes: 221:42,011@c | This tempts freethinkers to$9$ refine, 221:42,012@c | And brings in$4$ doubt their power divine. 221:42,013@c | Now love is dwindled to$4$ intrigue, 221:42,014@c | And marriage grown a money-league. 221:42,015@c | Which$6#1$ crimes aforesaid"" 221:42,015[A ]| (with her leave) 221:42,016@c | ""Where"" 221:42,016[A ]| (as he humbly did conceive) 221:42,017@c | ""Against our sovereign lady's peace, 221:42,018@c | Against the statute in$4$ that$6#2$ case, 221:42,019@c | Against her dignity and crown."" 221:42,020[A ]| Then prayed an answer, and sat down. 221:42,021[A ]| The nymphs with scorn beheld their foes: 221:42,022[A ]| When the defendant's counsel rose; 221:42,023[A ]| And, what no$2$ lawyer ever lacked, 221:42,024[A ]| With impudence owned all the fact: 221:42,025[A ]| But, what the gentlest heart would vex, 221:42,026[A ]| Laid all the fault on$4$ the other sex. 221:42,027[A ]| That$3$ 221:42,027@d | ""Modern love is no$2$ such thing 221:42,028@d | As what those ancient poets sing; 221:42,029@d | A fire celestial, chaste, refined, 221:42,030@d | Conceived and kindled in$4$ the mind. 221:42,031@d | Which$6#1$ having found an equal flame, 221:42,032@d | Unites, and both become the same, 221:42,033@d | In$4$ different breasts together burn, 221:42,034@d | Together both to$4$ ashes turn. 221:42,035@d | But women now feel no$2$ such fire; 221:42,036@d | And only know the gross desire: 221:42,037@d | Their passions move in$4$ lower spheres, 221:42,038@d | Wherever caprice or folly steers: 221:42,039@d | A dog, a parrot, or an ape, 221:42,040@d | Or some worse brute in$4$ human shape, 221:42,041@d | Engross the fancies of the fair, 221:42,042@d | The few soft moments they can spare, 221:42,043@d | From visits to$9$ receive and pay; 221:42,044@d | From scandal, politics, and play, 221:42,045@d | From fans and flounces, and brocades, 221:42,046@d | From equipage and park-parades; 221:42,047@d | From all the thousand female toys, 221:42,048@d | From every trifle that$6#1$ employs 221:42,049@d | The out or inside of their heads, 221:42,050@d | Between their toilets and their beds. 221:42,051@d | ""In$4$ a dull stream, which$6#1$ moving slow 221:42,052@d | You hardly see the current flow; 221:42,053@d | If a small breeze obstructs the course, 221:42,054@d | It whirls about for$4$ want of force, 221:42,055@d | And in$4$ its narrow circle gathers 221:42,056@d | Nothing but chaff, and straws, and feathers: 221:42,057@d | The current of a female mind 221:42,058@d | Stops thus, and turns with every wind; 221:42,059@d | Thus whirling round, together draws 221:42,060@d | Fools, fops, and rakes, for$4$ chaff and straws. 221:42,061@d | Hence we conclude, no$2$ women's hearts 221:42,062@d | Are won by$4$ virtue, wit, and parts; 221:42,063@d | Nor are the men of sense to$9$ blame, 221:42,064@d | For$4$ breasts incapable of flame; 221:42,065@d | The fault must on$4$ the nymphs be placed, 221:42,066@d | Grown so$5#1$ corrupted in$4$ their taste."" 221:42,067[A ]| The pleader having spoke his best, 221:42,068[A ]| Had witness ready to$9$ attest, 221:42,069[A ]| Who$6#1$ fairly could on$4$ oath depose, 221:42,070[A ]| When questions on$4$ the fact arose, 221:42,071[A ]| That$3$ every article was true; 221:42,072@d | ""Nor further those deponents knew"": 221:42,073[A ]| Therefore he humbly would insist, 221:42,074[A ]| The bill might be with costs dismissed. 221:42,075[A ]| The cause appeared of so$5#1$ much weight, 221:42,076[A ]| That$3$ Venus, from her judgement-seat, 221:42,077[A ]| Desired them not to$9$ talk so$5#1$ loud, 221:42,078[A ]| Else she must interpose a cloud: 221:42,079[A ]| For$3$ if the heavenly folks should know 221:42,080[A ]| These pleadings in$4$ the courts below, 221:42,081[A ]| That$3$ mortals here disdain to$9$ love; 221:42,082[A ]| She never could show her face above. 221:42,083[A ]| For$3$ gods, their betters, are too wise 221:42,084[A ]| To$9$ value that$6#2$ which$6#1$ men despise: 221:42,085@b | ""And then,"" 221:42,085[A ]| said she, 221:42,085@b | ""my son and I 221:42,086@b | Must stroll in$4$ air betwixt land and sky; 221:42,087@b | Or else, shut out from heaven and earth, 221:42,088@b | Fly to$4$ the sea, my place of birth; 221:42,089@b | There live with daggled mermaids pent, 221:42,090@b | And keep on$4$ fish perpetual Lent."" 221:42,091[A ]| But since the case appeared so$5#1$ nice, 221:42,092[A ]| She thought it best to$9$ take advice. 221:42,093[A ]| The muses, by$4$ their king's permission, 221:42,094[A ]| Though foes to$4$ love, attend the session; 221:42,095[A ]| And on$4$ the right hand took their places 221:42,096[A ]| In$4$ order; on$4$ the left, the Graces: 221:42,097[A ]| To$4$ whom she might her doubts propose 221:42,098[A ]| On$4$ all emergencies that$6#1$ rose. 221:42,099[A ]| The muses oft were seen to$9$ frown; 221:42,100[A ]| The Graces half ashamed looked down; 221:42,101[A ]| And it was observed, there were but few 221:42,102[A ]| Of either sex, among the crew, 221:42,103[A ]| Whom she or her assessors knew. 221:42,104[A ]| The goddess soon began to$9$ see 221:42,105[A ]| Things were not ripe for$4$ a decree: 221:42,106[A ]| And said, she must consult her books, 221:42,107[A ]| The lover's \Fleta's\, Bractons, Cokes. 221:42,108[A ]| First to$4$ a dapper clerk she beckoned, 221:42,109[A ]| To$9$ turn to$4$ Ovid, book the second; 221:42,110[A ]| She then referred them to$4$ a place 221:42,111[A ]| In$4$ Virgil (\7vide\ Dido's case): 221:42,112[A ]| As for$4$ Tibullus's reports, 221:42,113[A ]| They never passed for$4$ laws in$4$ courts; 221:42,114[A ]| For$4$ Cowley's briefs, and pleas of Waller, 221:42,115[A ]| Still their authority was smaller. 221:42,116[A ]| There was on$4$ both sides much to$9$ say: 221:42,117[A ]| She would hear the cause another day; 221:42,118[A ]| And so$3$ she did, and then a third: 221:42,119[A ]| She heard it ~~ there she kept her word; 221:42,120[A ]| But with rejoinders and replies, 221:42,121[A ]| Long bills and answers, stuffed with lies; 221:42,122[A ]| Demur, imparlance, and essoign, 221:42,123[A ]| The parties never could issue join: 221:42,124[A ]| For$4$ sixteen years the cause was spun, 221:42,125[A ]| And then stood where it first begun. 221:42,126[A ]| Now, gentle Clio, sing or say, 221:42,127[A ]| What Venus meant by$4$ this delay. 221:42,128[A ]| The goddess much perplexed in$4$ mind, 221:42,129[A ]| To$9$ see her empire thus declined, 221:42,130[A ]| When first this grand debate arose 221:42,131[A ]| Above her wisdom to$9$ compose, 221:42,132[A ]| Conceived a project in$4$ her head, 221:42,133[A ]| To$9$ work her ends; which$6#1$ if it sped, 221:42,134[A ]| Would show the merits of the cause, 221:42,135[A ]| Far better than consulting laws. 221:42,136[A ]| In$4$ a glad hour Lucina's aid 221:42,137[A ]| Produced on$4$ earth a wondrous maid, 221:42,138[A ]| On$4$ whom the Queen of Love was bent 221:42,139[A ]| To$9$ try a new experiment: 221:42,140[A ]| She threw her law-books on$4$ the shelf, 221:42,141[A ]| And thus debated with herself. 221:42,142@b | ""Since men allege, they never can find 221:42,143@b | Those beauties in$4$ a female mind, 221:42,144@b | Which$6#1$ raise a flame that$6#1$ will$1$ endure 221:42,145@b | Forever, uncorrupt and pure; 221:42,146@b | If it is with reason they complain, 221:42,147@b | This infant shall restore my reign. 221:42,148@b | I will$1$ search where every virtue dwells, 221:42,149@b | From courts inclusive, down to$4$ cells, 221:42,150@b | What preachers talk, or sages write, 221:42,151@b | These I will$1$ gather and unite, 221:42,152@b | And represent them to$4$ mankind 221:42,153@b | Collected in$4$ the infant's mind."" 221:42,154[A ]| This said, she plucks in$4$ heaven's high bowers 221:42,155[A ]| A sprig of amaranthine flowers, 221:42,156[A ]| In$4$ nectar thrice infuses bays, 221:42,157[A ]| Three times refined in$4$ Titan's rays: 221:42,158[A ]| Then calls the Graces to$4$ her aid, 221:42,159[A ]| And sprinkles thrice the new-born maid: 221:42,160[A ]| From whence the tender skin assumes 221:42,161[A ]| A sweetness above all perfumes; 221:42,162[A ]| From whence a cleanliness remains, 221:42,163[A ]| Incapable of outward stains; 221:42,164[A ]| From whence that$6#2$ decency of mind, 221:42,165[A ]| So$5#1$ lovely in$4$ the female kind; 221:42,166[A ]| Where not one careless thought intrudes, 221:42,167[A ]| Less modest than the speech of prudes; 221:42,168[A ]| Where never blush was called in$4$ aid; 221:42,169[A ]| That$6#2$ spurious virtue in$4$ a maid; 221:42,170[A ]| A virtue but at second hand; 221:42,171[A ]| They blush because they understand. 221:42,172[A ]| The Graces next would act their part, 221:42,173[A ]| And showed but little of their art; 221:42,174[A ]| Their work was half already done, 221:42,175[A ]| The child with native beauty shone; 221:42,176[A ]| The outward form no$2$ help required: 221:42,177[A ]| Each breathing on$4$ her thrice, inspired 221:42,178[A ]| That$6#2$ gentle, soft, engaging air, 221:42,179[A ]| Which$6#1$, in$4$ old times, adorned the fair; 221:42,180[A ]| And said, 221:42,180@x | ""Vanessa be the name, 221:42,181@x | By$4$ which$6#1$ thou shalt be known to$4$ fame: 221:42,182@x | Vanessa, by$4$ the gods enrolled: 221:42,183@x | Her name on$4$ earth ~~ shall not be told."" 221:42,184[A ]| But still the work was not complete; 221:42,185[A ]| When Venus thought of a deceit: 221:42,186[A ]| Drawn by$4$ her doves, away she flies, 221:42,187[A ]| And finds out Pallas in$4$ the skies: 221:42,188@b | ""Dear Pallas, I have been this morn 221:42,189@b | To$9$ see a lovely infant born: 221:42,190@b | A boy in$4$ yonder isle below, 221:42,191@b | So$5#1$ like$4$ my own, without his bow: 221:42,192@b | By$4$ beauty could your heart be won, 221:42,193@b | You would swear it is Apollo's son: 221:42,194@b | But it shall never be said, a child 221:42,195@b | So$5#1$ hopeful, has by$4$ me been spoiled; 221:42,196@b | I have enough besides to$9$ spare, 221:42,197@b | And give him wholly to$4$ your care."" 221:42,198[A ]| Wisdom is above suspecting wiles: 221:42,199[A ]| The Queen of Learning gravely smiles; 221:42,200[A ]| Down from Olympus comes with joy, 221:42,201[A ]| Mistakes Vanessa for$4$ a boy; 221:42,202[A ]| Then sows within her tender mind 221:42,203[A ]| Seeds long unknown to$4$ womankind, 221:42,204[A ]| For$4$ manly bosoms chiefly fit, 221:42,205[A ]| The seeds of knowledge, judgement, wit. 221:42,206[A ]| Her soul was suddenly endued 221:42,207[A ]| With justice, truth and fortitude; 221:42,208[A ]| With honour, which$6#1$ no$2$ breath can stain, 221:42,209[A ]| Which$6#1$ malice must attack in$4$ vain; 221:42,210[A ]| With open heart and bounteous hand: 221:42,211[A ]| But Pallas here was at a stand; 221:42,212[A ]| She knew in$4$ our degenerate days 221:42,213[A ]| Bare virtue could not live on$4$ praise, 221:42,214[A ]| That$3$ meat must be with money bought; 221:42,215[A ]| She therefore, upon$4$ second thought, 221:42,216[A ]| Infused, yet as it were by$4$ stealth, 221:42,217[A ]| Some small regard for$4$ state and weaith: 221:42,218[A ]| Of which$6#1$, as she grew up$5$, there stayed 221:42,219[A ]| A tincture in$4$ her prudent maid: 221:42,220[A ]| She managed her estate with care, 221:42,221[A ]| Yet liked three footmen to$4$ her chair. 221:42,222[A ]| But lest he should neglect his studies 221:42,223[A ]| Like$4$ a young heir, the thrifty goddess 221:42,224[A ]| (For$4$ fear young master should be spoiled) 221:42,225[A ]| Would use him like$4$ a younger child; 221:42,226[A ]| And, after long computing, found 221:42,227[A ]| It would come to$4$ just five thousand pound. 221:42,228[A ]| The Queen of Love was pleased, and proud, 221:42,229[A ]| To$9$ see Vanessa thus endowed; 221:42,230[A ]| She doubted not but such a dame 221:42,231[A ]| Through every breast would dart a flame; 221:42,232[A ]| That$3$ every rich and lordly swain 221:42,233[A ]| With pride would drag about her chain; 221:42,234[A ]| That$3$ scholars would foresake their books 221:42,235[A ]| To$9$ study bright Vanessa's looks: 221:42,236[A ]| As she advanced, that$3$ womankind 221:42,237[A ]| Would by$4$ her model form their mind, 221:42,238[A ]| And all their conduct would be tried 221:42,239[A ]| By$4$ her, as an unerring guide. 221:42,240[A ]| Offending daughters oft would hear 221:42,241[A ]| Vanessa's praise rung in$4$ their ear: 221:42,242[A ]| Miss*Betty when she does a fault, 221:42,243[A ]| Lets fall a knife, or spills the salt, 221:42,244[A ]| Will$1$ thus be by$4$ her mother chid, 221:42,245@x | ""It is what Vanessa never did."" 221:42,246@b | ""Thus by$4$ the nymphs and swains adored, 221:42,247@b | My power shall be again restored, 221:42,248@b | And happy lovers bless my reign ~~ "" 221:42,249[A ]| So$3$ Venus hoped, but hoped in$4$ vain. 221:42,250[A ]| For$3$ when in$4$ time the martial maid 221:42,251[A ]| Found out the trick that$6#1$ Venus played, 221:42,252[A ]| She shakes her helm, she knits her brows, 221:42,253[A ]| And fired with indignation vows, 221:42,254[A ]| Tomorrow, before the setting sun, 221:42,255[A ]| She would all undo, that$6#1$ she had done. 221:42,256[A ]| But in$4$ the poets we may find, 221:42,257[A ]| A wholesome law, time out of mind, 221:42,258[A ]| Had been confirmed by$4$ fate's decree; 221:42,259[A ]| That$3$ gods, of whatsoever degree, 221:42,260[A ]| Resume not what themselves have given, 221:42,261[A ]| Or any brother god in$4$ heaven: 221:42,262[A ]| Which$6#1$ keeps the peace among the gods, 221:42,263[A ]| Or they must always be at odds. 221:42,264[A ]| And Pallas, if she broke the laws, 221:42,265[A ]| Must yield her foe the stronger cause; 221:42,266[A ]| A shame to$4$ one so$5#1$ much adored 221:42,267[A ]| For$4$ wisdom, at Jove's council-board. 221:42,268[A ]| Besides, she feared, the Queen of Love 221:42,269[A ]| Would meet with better friends above. 221:42,270[A ]| And though she must with grief reflect, 221:42,271[A ]| To$9$ see a mortal virgin decked 221:42,272[A ]| With graces, hitherto unknown 221:42,273[A ]| To$4$ female breasts, except her own; 221:42,274[A ]| Yet she would act as best became 221:42,275[A ]| A goddess of unspotted fame: 221:42,276[A ]| She knew, by$4$ augury divine, 221:42,277[A ]| Venus would fail in$4$ her design: 221:42,278[A ]| She studied well the point, and found 221:42,279[A ]| Her foe's conclusions were not sound, 221:42,280[A ]| From premises erroneous brought, 221:42,281[A ]| And therefore the deductions naught; 221:42,282[A ]| And must have contrary effects 221:42,283[A ]| To$4$ what her treacherous foe expects. 221:42,284[A ]| In$4$ proper season Pallas meets 221:42,285[A ]| The Queen of Love, whom thus she greets 221:42,286[A ]| (For$3$ Gods,we are by$4$ Homer told, 221:42,287[A ]| Can in$4$ celestial language scold), 221:42,288@e | ""Perfidious goddess! but in$4$ vain 221:42,289@e | You formed this project in$4$ your brain, 221:42,290@e | A project for$4$ thy talents fit, 221:42,291@e | With much deceit and little wit; 221:42,292@e | Thou hast, as thou shalt quickly see, 221:42,293@e | Deceived thyself, instead of me; 221:42,294@e | For$3$ how can heavenly wisdom prove 221:42,295@e | An instrument to$4$ earthly love? 221:42,296@e | Knowst thou not yet that$3$ men commence 221:42,297@e | Thy votaries, for$4$ want of sense? 221:42,298@e | Nor shall Vanessa be the theme 221:42,299@e | To$9$ manage thy abortive scheme; 221:42,300@e | She will$1$ prove the greatest of thy foes: 221:42,301@e | And yet I scorn to$9$ interpose, 221:42,302@e | But using neither skill, nor force, 221:42,303@e | Leave all things to$4$ their natural course."" 221:42,304[A ]| The goddeess thus pronounced her doom: 221:42,305[A ]| When, lo! Vanessa in$4$ her bloom, 221:42,306[A ]| Advanced like$4$ Atalanta's star 221:42,307[A ]| But rarely seen, and seen from far: 221:42,308[A ]| In$4$ a new world with caution stepped, 221:42,309[A ]| Watched all the company she kept, 221:42,310[A ]| Well knowing from the books she read 221:42,311[A ]| What dangerous paths young virgins tread; 221:42,312[A ]| Would seldom at the park appear, 221:42,313[A ]| Nor saw the playhouse twice a year; 221:42,314[A ]| Yet not incurious, was inclined 221:42,315[A ]| To$9$ know the converse of mankind. 221:42,316[A ]| First issued from perfumers' shops 221:42,317[A ]| A crowd of fashionable fops; 221:42,318[A ]| They asked her, how she liked the play, 221:42,319[A ]| Then told the tattle of the day, 221:42,320[A ]| A duel fought last night at two; 221:42,321[A ]| About a Lady ~~ you know who$6#1$; 221:42,322[A ]| Mentioned a new Italian, come 221:42,323[A ]| Either from Muscovy or Rome; 221:42,324[A ]| Gave hints of who$6#1$ and who is together; 221:42,325[A ]| Then fell to$4$ talking of the weather: 221:42,326@x | ""Last night was so$5#1$ extremely fine, 221:42,327@x | The ladies walked till after nine."" 221:42,328[A ]| Then in$4$ soft voice and speech absurd, 221:42,329[A ]| With nonsense every second word, 221:42,330[A ]| With fustian from exploded plays, 221:42,331[A ]| They celebrate her beauty's praise, 221:42,332[A ]| Run over their cant of stupid lies, 221:42,333[A ]| And tell the murders of her eyes. 221:42,334[A ]| With silent scorn Vanessa sat, 221:42,335[A ]| Scarce listening to$4$ their idle chat; 221:42,336[A ]| Further than sometimes by$4$ a frown, 221:42,337[A ]| When they grew pert, to$9$ pull them down. 221:42,338[A ]| At last she spitefully was bent 221:42,339[A ]| To$9$ try their wisdom's full extent; 221:42,340[A ]| And said, she valued nothing less 221:42,341[A ]| Than titles, figure, shape, and dress; 221:42,342[A ]| That$3$, merit should be chiefly placed 221:42,343[A ]| In$4$ judgement, knowledge, wit, and taste; 221:42,344[A ]| And these, she offered to$9$ dispute, 221:42,345[A ]| Alone distinguished man from brute: 221:42,346[A ]| That$3$, present times have no$2$ pretence 221:42,347[A ]| To$4$ virtue, in$4$ the noblest sense, 221:42,348[A ]| By$4$ Greeks and Romans understood, 221:42,349[A ]| To$9$ perish for$4$ our country's good. 221:42,350[A ]| She named the ancient heroes round, 221:42,351[A ]| Explained for$4$ what they were renowned; 221:42,352[A ]| Then spoke with censure, or applause, 221:42,353[A ]| Of foreign customs, rites, and laws; 221:42,354[A ]| Through nature, and through art she ranged, 221:42,355[A ]| And gracefully her subjects changed: 221:42,356[A ]| In$4$ vain: her hearers had no$2$ share 221:42,357[A ]| In$4$ all she spoke, except to$9$ stare. 221:42,358[A ]| Their judgement was upon$4$ the whole, 221:42,359@x | ""That$6#2$ lady is the dullest soul"" ~~ 221:42,360[A ]| Then tipped their forehead in$4$ a jeer, 221:42,361[A ]| As who$6#1$ should say ~~ 221:42,361@x | ""She wants it here; 221:42,362@x | She may be handsome, young and rich, 221:42,363@x | But none will$1$ burn her for$4$ a witch."" 221:42,364[A ]| A party next of glittering dames, 221:42,365[A ]| From round the purlieus of St*James, 221:42,366[A ]| Came early, out of pure good will$0$, 221:42,367[A ]| To$9$ catch the girl in$4$ dishabille. 221:42,368[A ]| Their clamour lighting from their chairs, 221:42,369[A ]| Grew louder, all the way upstairs; 221:42,370[A ]| At entrance loudest, where they found 221:42,371[A ]| The room with volumes littered round. 221:42,372[A ]| Vanessa held Montaigne, and read, 221:42,373[A ]| Whilst Mrs*Susan combed her head: 221:42,374[A ]| They called for$4$ tea and chocolate, 221:42,375[A ]| And fell into their usual chat, 221:42,376[A ]| Discoursing with important face, 221:42,377[A ]| On$4$ ribbons, fans, and gloves and lace; 221:42,378[A ]| Showed patterns just from India brought, 221:42,379[A ]| And gravely asked her what she thought, 221:42,380[A ]| Whether the red or green were best, 221:42,381[A ]| And what they cost? Vanessa guessed, 221:42,382[A ]| As came into her fancy first, 221:42,383[A ]| Named half the rates, and liked the worst. 221:42,384[A ]| To$4$ scandal next ~~ 221:42,384@x | ""What awkward thing 221:42,385@x | Was that$6#2$, last Sunday in$4$ the Ring?"" 221:42,386@x | ~~ ""I am sorry Mopsa breaks so$5#1$ fast; 221:42,387@x | I said her face would never last."" 221:42,388@x | ""Corinna with that$6#2$ youthful air, 221:42,389@x | Is thirty, and a bit to$9$ spare. 221:42,390@x | Her fondness for$4$ a certain earl 221:42,391@x | Began when I was but a girl."" 221:42,392@x | ""Phyllis, who$6#1$ but a month ago 221:42,393@x | Was married to$4$ the Tunbridge beau, 221:42,394@x | I saw coquetting the other night 221:42,395@x | In$4$ public with that$6#2$ odious knight."" 221:42,396[A ]| They rallied next Vanessa's dress; 221:42,397@x | ""That$6#2$ gown was made for$4$ old Queen*Bess."" 221:42,398@x | ""Dear madam, let me set your head: 221:42,399@x | Do not you intend to$9$ put on$5$ red?"" 221:42,400@x | ""A petticoat without a hoop! 221:42,401@x | Sure, you are not ashamed to$9$ stoop; 221:42,402@x | With handsome garters at your knees, 221:42,403@x | No$2$ matter what a fellow sees."" 221:42,404[A ]| Filled with disdain, with rage inflamed, 221:42,405[A ]| Both of herself and sex ashamed, 221:42,406[A ]| The nymph stood silent out of spite, 221:42,407[A ]| Nor would vouchsafe to$9$ set them right. 221:42,408[A ]| Away the fair detractors went, 221:42,409[A ]| And gave, by$4$ turns, their censures vent. 221:42,410@x | ""She is not so$5#1$ handsome, in$4$ my eyes: 221:42,411@x | For$4$ wit, I wonder where it lies."" 221:42,412@x | ""She is fair and clean, and that$6#2$ is the most; 221:42,413@x | But why proclaim her for$4$ a toast?"" 221:42,414@x | ""A babyface, no$2$ life, no$2$ airs, 221:42,415@x | But what she learnt at country fairs; 221:42,416@x | Scarce knows what difference is between 221:42,417@x | Rich Flanders lace, and colbertine."" 221:42,418@x | "I will$1$ undertake my little Nancy 221:42,419@x | In$4$ flounces has a better fancy."" 221:42,420@x | ""With all her wit, I would not ask 221:42,421@x | Her judgement, how to$9$ buy a mask."" 221:42,422@x | ""We begged her but to$9$ patch her face, 221:42,423@x | She never hit one proper place; 221:42,424@x | Which$6#1$ every girl at five years old 221:42,425@x | Can do as soon as she is told."" 221:42,426@x | ""I own, that$6#2$ out-of-fashion stuff 221:42,427@x | Becomes the creature well enough."" 221:42,428@x | ""The girl might pass, if we could get her 221:42,429@x | To$9$ know the world a little better."" 221:42,430[A ]| (\To$9$ know the world\, a modern phrase, 221:42,431[A ]| For$4$ visits, ombre, balls and plays.) 221:42,432[A ]| Thus, to$4$ the world's perpetual shame, 221:42,433[A ]| The Queen of Beauty lost her aim. 221:42,434[A ]| Too late with grief she understood, 221:42,435[A ]| Pallas had done more harm than good; 221:42,436[A ]| For$3$ great examples are but vain, 221:42,437[A ]| Where ignorance begets disdain. 221:42,438[A ]| Both sexes armed with guilt and spite, 221:42,439[A ]| Against Vanessa's power unite; 221:42,440[A ]| To$9$ copy her, few nymphs aspired; 221:42,441[A ]| Her virtues fewer swains admired: 221:42,442[A ]| So$3$ stars beyond a certain height 221:42,443[A ]| Give mortals neither heat nor light. 221:42,444[A ]| Yet some of either sex, endowed 221:42,445[A ]| With gifts superior to$4$ the crowd, 221:42,446[A ]| With virtue, knowledge, taste and wit, 221:42,447[A ]| She condescended to$9$ admit: 221:42,448[A ]| With pleasing arts she could reduce 221:42,449[A ]| Men's talents to$4$ their proper use; 221:42,450[A ]| And with address each genius held 221:42,451[A ]| To$4$ that$6#2$ wherein it most excelled; 221:42,452[A ]| Thus making other wisdom known, 221:42,453[A ]| Could please them, and improve her own. 221:42,454[A ]| A modest youth said something new, 221:42,455[A ]| She placed it in$4$ the strongest view, 221:42,456[A ]| All humble worth she strove to$9$ raise; 221:42,457[A ]| Would not be praised, yet loved to$9$ praise. 221:42,458[A ]| The learned met with free approach, 221:42,459[A ]| Although they came not in$4$ a coach. 221:42,460[A ]| Some clergy too she would allow, 221:42,461[A ]| Nor quarrelled at their awkward bow. 221:42,462[A ]| But this was for$4$ Cadenus' sake; 221:42,463[A ]| A gownman of a different make; 221:42,464[A ]| Whom Pallas, once Vanessa's tutor, 221:42,465[A ]| Had fixed on$5$ for$4$ her coadjutor. 221:42,466[A ]| But Cupid, full of mischief, longs 221:42,467[A ]| To$9$ vindicate his mother's wrongs. 221:42,468[A ]| On$4$ Pallas all attempts are vain; 221:42,469[A ]| One way he knows to$9$ give her pain: 221:42,470[A ]| Vows, on$4$ Vanessa's heart to$9$ take 221:42,471[A ]| Due vengeance, for$4$ her patron's sake. 221:42,472[A ]| Those early seeds by$4$ Venus sown, 221:42,473[A ]| In$4$ spite of Pallas, now were grown; 221:42,474[A ]| And Cupid hoped they would improve 221:42,475[A ]| By$4$ time, and ripen into love. 221:42,476[A ]| The boy made use of all his craft, 221:42,477[A ]| In$4$ vain discharging many a shaft, 221:42,478[A ]| Pointed at colonels, lords, and beaux; 221:42,479[A ]| Cadenus warded off the blows: 221:42,480[A ]| For$3$ placing still some book betwixt, 221:42,481[A ]| The darts were in$4$ the cover fixed, 221:42,482[A ]| Or often blunted and recoiled, 221:42,483[A ]| On$4$ Plutarch's \Morals\ struck, were spoiled. 221:42,484[A ]| The Queen of Wisdom could foresee, 221:42,485[A ]| But not prevent the fates' decree; 221:42,486[A ]| And human caution tries in$4$ vain 221:42,487[A ]| To$9$ break that$6#2$ adamantine chain. 221:42,488[A ]| Vanessa, though by$4$ Pallas taught, 221:42,489[A ]| By$4$ love invulnerable thought, 221:42,490[A ]| Searching in$4$ books for$4$ wisdom's aid, 221:42,491[A ]| Was, in$4$ the very search, betrayed. 221:42,492[A ]| Cupid, though all his darts were lost, 221:42,493[A ]| Yet still resolved to$9$ spare no$2$ cost; 221:42,494[A ]| He could not answer to$4$ his fame 221:42,495[A ]| The triumphs of that$6#2$ stubborn dame; 221:42,496[A ]| A nymph so$5#1$ hard to$9$ be subdued, 221:42,497[A ]| Who$6#1$ neither was coquette nor prude. 221:42,498@f | ""I find,"" 221:42,498[A ]| says he, 221:42,498@f | ""she wants a doctor, 221:42,499@f | Both to$9$ adore her and instruct her; 221:42,500@f | I will$1$ give her what she most admires, 221:42,501@f | Among those venerable sires. 221:42,502@f | Cadenus is a subject fit, 221:42,503@f | Grown old in$4$ politics and wit; 221:42,504@f | Caressed by$4$ ministers of state, 221:42,505@f | Of half mankind the dread and hate. 221:42,506@f | Whatever vexations love attend, 221:42,507@f | She need no$2$ rivals apprehend. 221:42,508@f | Her sex, with universal voice, 221:42,509@f | Must laugh at her capricious choice."" 221:42,510[A ]| Cadenus many things had writ; 221:42,511[A ]| Vanessa much esteemed his wit; 221:42,512[A ]| And called for$4$ his poetic works; 221:42,513[A ]| Meantime the boy in$4$ secret lurks, 221:42,514[A ]| And while the book was in$4$ her hand, 221:42,515[A ]| The urchin from his private stand 221:42,516[A ]| Took aim, and shot with all his strength 221:42,517[A ]| A dart of such prodigious length, 221:42,518[A ]| It pierced the feeble volume through, 221:42,519[A ]| And deep transfixed her bosom too. 221:42,520[A ]| Some lines more moving than the rest, 221:42,521[A ]| Stuck to$4$ the point that$6#1$ pierced her breast; 221:42,522[A ]| And born directly to$4$ the heart, 221:42,523[A ]| With pains unknown increased her smart. 221:42,524[A ]| Vanessa, not in$4$ years a score, 221:42,525[A ]| Dreams of a gown of forty-four; 221:42,526[A ]| Imaginary charms can find, 221:42,527[A ]| In$4$ eyes with reading almost blind; 221:42,528[A ]| Cadenus now no$2$ more appears 221:42,529[A ]| Declined in$4$ health, advanced in$4$ years. 221:42,530[A ]| She fancies music in$4$ his tongue, 221:42,531[A ]| Nor further looks, but thinks him young. 221:42,532[A ]| What mariner is not afraid, 221:42,533[A ]| To$9$ venture in$4$ a ship decayed? 221:42,534[A ]| What planter will$1$ attempt to$9$ yoke 221:42,535[A ]| A sapling with a fallen oak? 221:42,536[A ]| As years increase, she brighter shines, 221:42,537[A ]| Cadenus with each day declines, 221:42,538[A ]| And he must fall a prey to$4$ time, 221:42,539[A ]| While she continues in$4$ her prime. 221:42,540[A ]| Cadenus, common forms apart, 221:42,541[A ]| In$4$ every scene had kept his heart; 221:42,542[A ]| Had sighed and languished, vowed and writ, 221:42,543[A ]| For$4$ pastime, or to$9$ show his wit; 221:42,544[A ]| But time, and books, and state affairs, 221:42,545[A ]| Had spoiled his fashionable airs; 221:42,546[A ]| He now could praise, esteem, approve, 221:42,547[A ]| But understood not what was love: 221:42,548[A ]| His conduct might have made him styled 221:42,549[A ]| A father, and the nymph his child. 221:42,550[A ]| That$6#2$ innocent delight he took 221:42,551[A ]| To$9$ see the virgin mind her book, 221:42,552[A ]| Was but the master's secret joy 221:42,553[A ]| In$4$ school to$9$ hear the finest boy. 221:42,554[A ]| Her knowledge with her fancy grew; 221:42,555[A ]| She hourly pressed for$4$ something new: 221:42,556[A ]| Ideas came into her mind 221:42,557[A ]| So$5#1$ fast, his lessons lagged behind: 221:42,558[A ]| She reasoned, without plodding long, 221:42,559[A ]| Nor ever gave her judgement wrong. 221:42,560[A ]| But now a sudden change was wrought, 221:42,561[A ]| She minds no$2$ longer what he taught. 221:42,562[A ]| She wished her tutor were her lover; 221:42,563[A ]| Resolved she would her flame discover: 221:42,564[A ]| And when Cadenus would expound 221:42,565[A ]| Some notion subtle or profound, 221:42,566[A ]| The nymph would gently press his hand, 221:42,567[A ]| As if she seemed to$9$ understand; 221:42,568[A ]| Or dextrously dissembling chance, 221:42,569[A ]| Would sigh, and steal a secret glance. 221:42,570[A ]| Cadenus was amazed to$9$ find 221:42,571[A ]| Such marks of a distracted mind; 221:42,572[A ]| For$3$ though she seemed to$9$ listen more 221:42,573[A ]| To$4$ all he spoke, than ever before; 221:42,574[A ]| He found her thoughts would absent range, 221:42,575[A ]| Yet guessed not whence could spring the change. 221:42,576[A ]| And first he modestly conjectures 221:42,577[A ]| His pupil might be tired with lectures; 221:42,578[A ]| Which$6#1$ helped to$9$ mortify his pride, 221:42,579[A ]| Yet gave him not the heart to$9$ chide; 221:42,580[A ]| But in$4$ a mild dejected strain, 221:42,581[A ]| At last he ventured to$9$ complain: 221:42,582[A ]| Said, she should be no$2$ longer teased; 221:42,583[A ]| Might have her freedom when she pleased: 221:42,584[A ]| Was now convinced he acted wrong, 221:42,585[A ]| To$9$ hide her from the world so$5#1$ long; 221:42,586[A ]| And in$4$ dull studies to$9$ engage, 221:42,587[A ]| One of her tender sex and age. 221:42,588[A ]| That$3$ every nymph with envy owned, 221:42,589[A ]| How she might shine in$4$ the \9grand 9monde\, 221:42,590[A ]| And every shepherd was undone 221:42,591[A ]| To$9$ see her cloistered like$4$ a nun. 221:42,592[A ]| This was a visonary scheme, 221:42,593[A ]| He waked, and found it but a dream; 221:42,594[A ]| A project far above his skill, 221:42,595[A ]| For$3$ nature must be nature still. 221:42,596[A ]| If he was bolder than became 221:42,597[A ]| A scholar to$4$ a courtly dame, 221:42,598[A ]| She might excuse a man of letters; 221:42,599[A ]| Thus tutors often treat their betters. 221:42,600[A ]| And since his talk offensive grew, 221:42,601[A ]| He came to$9$ take his last adieu. 221:42,602[A ]| Vanessa, filled with just disdain, 221:42,603[A ]| Would still her dignity maintain, 221:42,604[A ]| Instructed from her early years 221:42,605[A ]| To$9$ scorn the art of female tears. 221:42,606[A ]| Had he employed his time so$5#1$ long, 221:42,607[A ]| To$9$ teach her what was right and wrong, 221:42,608[A ]| Yet could such notions entertain, 221:42,609[A ]| That$3$ all his lectures were in$4$ vain? 221:42,610[A ]| She owned the wandering of her thoughts, 221:42,611[A ]| But he must answer for$4$ her faults. 221:42,612[A ]| She well remembered to$4$ her cost, 221:42,613[A ]| That$3$ all his lessons were not lost. 221:42,614[A ]| Two maxims she could still produce, 221:42,615[A ]| And sad experience taught their use: 221:42,616[A ]| That$3$ virtue, pleased by$4$ being shown, 221:42,617[A ]| Knows nothing which$6#1$ it dare not own; 221:42,618[A ]| Can make us without fear disclose 221:42,619[A ]| Our inmost secrets to$4$ our foes: 221:42,620[A ]| That$3$ common forms were not designed 221:42,621[A ]| Directors to$4$ a noble mind. 221:42,622@g | ""Now,"" 221:42,622[A ]| said the nymph, 221:42,622@g | ""to$9$ let you see 221:42,623@g | My actions with your rules agree, 221:42,624@g | That$3$ I can vulgar forms despise, 221:42,625@g | And have no$2$ secrets to$9$ disguise: 221:42,626@g | I knew by$4$ what you said and writ, 221:42,627@g | How dangerous things were men of wit, 221:42,628@g | You cautioned me against their charms, 221:42,629@g | But never gave me equal arms: 221:42,630@g | Your lessons found the weakest part, 221:42,631@g | Aimed at the head, but reached the heart."" 221:42,632[A ]| Cadenus felt within him rise 221:42,633[A ]| Shame, disappointment, guilt, surprise. 221:42,634[A ]| He knew not how to$9$ reconcile 221:42,635[A ]| Such language, with her usual style: 221:42,636[A ]| And yet her words were so$5#2$ expressed 221:42,637[A ]| He could not hope she spoke in$4$ jest. 221:42,638[A ]| His thoughts had wholly been confined 221:42,639[A ]| To$9$ form and cultivate her mind. 221:42,640[A ]| He hardly knew, till he was told, 221:42,641[A ]| Whether the nymph were young or old; 221:42,642[A ]| Had met her in$4$ a public place, 221:42,643[A ]| Without distinguishing her face. 221:42,644[A ]| Much less could his declining age 221:42,645[A ]| Vanessa's earliest thoughts engage. 221:42,646[A ]| And if her youth indifference met, 221:42,647[A ]| His person must contempt beget. 221:42,648[A ]| Or grant her passion be sincere, 221:42,649[A ]| How shall his innocence be clear? 221:42,650[A ]| Appearances were all so$5#1$ strong, 221:42,651[A ]| The world must think him in$4$ the wrong; 221:42,652[A ]| Would say, he made a treacherous use 221:42,653[A ]| Of wit, to$9$ flatter and seduce: 221:42,654[A ]| The town would swear he had betrayed, 221:42,655[A ]| By$4$ magic spells, the harmless maid; 221:42,656[A ]| And every beau would have his jokes, 221:42,657[A ]| That$3$ scholars were like$4$ other folks: 221:42,658[A ]| That$3$ when platonic flights were over, 221:42,659[A ]| The tutor turned a mortal lover. 221:42,660[A ]| So$5#1$ tender of the young and fair? 221:42,661[A ]| It showed a true paternal care ~~ 221:42,662@x | ""Five thousand guineas in$4$ her purse: 221:42,663@x | The doctor might have fancied worse ~~ "" 221:42,664[A ]| Hardly at length he silence broke, 221:42,665[A ]| And faltered every word he spoke; 221:42,666[A ]| Interpreting her complaisance, 221:42,667[A ]| Just as a man \9sans 9consequence\. 221:42,668[A ]| She rallied well, he always knew, 221:42,669[A ]| Her manner now was something new; 221:42,670[A ]| And what she spoke was in$4$ an air, 221:42,671[A ]| As serious as a tragic player. 221:42,672[A ]| But those who$6#1$ aim at ridicule 221:42,673[A ]| Should fix upon$4$ some certain rule, 221:42,674[A ]| Which$6#1$ fairly hints they are in$4$ jest, 221:42,675[A ]| Else he must enter his protest: 221:42,676[A ]| For$3$, let a man be never so$5#1$ wise, 221:42,677[A ]| He may be caught with sober lies; 221:42,678[A ]| A science, which$6#1$ he never taught, 221:42,679[A ]| And, to$9$ be free, was dearly bought: 221:42,680[A ]| For$3$, take it in$4$ its proper light, 221:42,681[A ]| It is just what coxcombs call, a ""bite"". 221:42,682[A ]| But not to$9$ dwell on$4$ things minute; 221:42,683[A ]| Vanessa finished the dispute, 221:42,684[A ]| Brought weighty arguments to$9$ prove 221:42,685[A ]| That$3$ reason was her guide in$4$ love. 221:42,686[A ]| She thought he had himself described, 221:42,687[A ]| His doctrines when she first imbibed; 221:42,688[A ]| What he had planted, now was grown; 221:42,689[A ]| His virtues she might call her own; 221:42,690[A ]| As he approves, as he dislikes, 221:42,691[A ]| Love or contempt, her fancy strikes. 221:42,692[A ]| Self-love, in$4$ nature rooted fast, 221:42,693[A ]| Attends us first, and leaves us last: 221:42,694[A ]| Why she likes him, admire not at her, 221:42,695[A ]| She loves herself, and that$6#2$ is the matter. 221:42,696[A ]| How was her tutor wont to$9$ praise 221:42,697[A ]| The geniuses of ancient days! 221:42,698[A ]| (Those authors he so$5#1$ oft had named 221:42,699[A ]| For$4$ learning, wit, and wisdom famed); 221:42,700[A ]| Was struck with love, esteem and awe, 221:42,701[A ]| For$4$ persons whom he never saw. 221:42,702[A ]| Suppose Cadenus flourished then, 221:42,703[A ]| He must adore such godlike men. 221:42,704[A ]| If one short volume could comprise 221:42,705[A ]| All that$6#1$ was witty, learned, and wise, 221:42,706[A ]| How would it be esteemed, and read, 221:42,707[A ]| Although the writer long were dead? 221:42,708[A ]| If such an author were alive, 221:42,709[A ]| How would all for$4$ his friendship strive; 221:42,710[A ]| And come in$4$ crowds to$9$ see his face: 221:42,711[A ]| And this she takes to$9$ be her case: 221:42,712[A ]| Cadenus answers every end, 221:42,713[A ]| The book, the author, and the friend. 221:42,714[A ]| The utmost her desires will$1$ reach, 221:42,715[A ]| Is but to$9$ learn what he can teach; 221:42,716[A ]| His converse is a system, fit 221:42,717[A ]| Alone to$9$ fill up$5$ all her wit; 221:42,718[A ]| While every passion of her mind 221:42,719[A ]| In$4$ him is centred and confined. 221:42,720[A ]| Love can with speech inspire a mute, 221:42,721[A ]| And taught Vanessa to$9$ dispute. 221:42,722[A ]| This topic, never touched before, 221:42,723[A ]| Displayed her eloquence the more: 221:42,724[A ]| Her knowledge, with such pains acquired, 221:42,725[A ]| By$4$ this new passion grew inspired: 221:42,726[A ]| Through this she made all objects pass, 221:42,727[A ]| Which$6#1$ gave a tincture over the mass: 221:42,728[A ]| As rivers, though they bend and twine, 221:42,729[A ]| Still to$4$ the sea their course incline: 221:42,730[A ]| Or, as philosophers, who$6#1$ find 221:42,731[A ]| Some favourite system to$4$ their mind, 221:42,732[A ]| In$4$ every point to$9$ make it fit, 221:42,733[A ]| Will$1$ force all nature to$9$ submit. 221:42,734[A ]| Cadenus, who$6#1$ could never suspect 221:42,735[A ]| His lessons would have such effect, 221:42,736[A ]| Or be so$5#1$ artfully applied, 221:42,737[A ]| Insensibly came on$4$ her side; 221:42,738[A ]| It was an unforeseen event, 221:42,739[A ]| Things took a turn he never meant. 221:42,740[A ]| Whoever excels in$4$ what we prize, 221:42,741[A ]| Appears a hero to$4$ our eyes; 221:42,742[A ]| Each girl when pleased with what is taught, 221:42,743[A ]| Will$1$ have the teacher in$4$ her thought: 221:42,744[A ]| When Miss delights in$4$ her spinnet, 221:42,745[A ]| A fiddler may a fortune get; 221:42,746[A ]| A blockhead with melodious voice 221:42,747[A ]| In$4$ boarding schools can have his choice; 221:42,748[A ]| And oft the dancing-master's art 221:42,749[A ]| Climbs from the toe to$9$ touch the heart. 221:42,750[A ]| In$4$ learning let a nymph delight, 221:42,751[A ]| The pedant gets a mistress by$4$ it. 221:42,752[A ]| Cadenus, to$4$ his grief and shame, 221:42,753[A ]| Could scarce oppose Vanessa's flame; 221:42,754[A ]| But though her arguments were strong, 221:42,755[A ]| At least could hardly wish them wrong. 221:42,756[A ]| However it came, he could not tell, 221:42,757[A ]| But sure she never talked so$5#1$ well. 221:42,758[A ]| His pride began to$9$ interpose, 221:42,759[A ]| Preferred before a crowd of beaux: 221:42,760[A ]| So$5#1$ bright a nymph to$9$ come unsought, 221:42,761[A ]| Such wonder by$4$ his merit wrought: 221:42,762[A ]| It is merit must with her prevail, 221:42,763[A ]| He never knew her judgement fail; 221:42,764[A ]| She noted all she ever read, 221:42,765[A ]| And had a most discerning head. 221:42,766[A ]| It is an old maxim in$4$ the schools, 221:42,767[A ]| That$3$ vanity is the food of fools; 221:42,768[A ]| Yet now and then your men of wit 221:42,769[A ]| Will$1$ condescend to$9$ take a bit. 221:42,770[A ]| So$3$ when Cadenus could not hide, 221:42,771[A ]| He chose to$9$ justify his pride; 221:42,772[A ]| Construing the passion she had shown, 221:42,773[A ]| Much to$4$ her praise, more to$4$ his own. 221:42,774[A ]| Nature in$4$ him had merit placed, 221:42,775[A ]| In$4$ her, a most judicious taste. 221:42,776[A ]| Love, hitherto a transient guest, 221:42,777[A ]| Never held possession of his breast; 221:42,778[A ]| So$3$, long attending at the gate, 221:42,779[A ]| Disdained to$9$ enter in$5$ so$5#1$ late. 221:42,780[A ]| Love, why do we one passion call? 221:42,781[A ]| When it is a compound of them all; 221:42,782[A ]| Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet, 221:42,783[A ]| In$4$ all their equipages meet; 221:42,784[A ]| Where pleasures mixed with pains appear, 221:42,785[A ]| Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear; 221:42,786[A ]| Wherein his dignity and age 221:42,787[A ]| Forbid Cadenus to$9$ engage. 221:42,788[A ]| But friendship in$4$ its greatest height, 221:42,789[A ]| A constant, rational delight, 221:42,790[A ]| On$4$ virtue's basis fixed to$9$ last, 221:42,791[A ]| When love's allurements long are past; 221:42,792[A ]| Which$6#1$ gently warms, but can not burn; 221:42,793[A ]| He gladly offers in$4$ return: 221:42,794[A ]| His want of passion will$1$ redeem, 221:42,795[A ]| With gratitude, respect, esteem: 221:42,796[A ]| With that$6#2$ devotion we bestow, 221:42,797[A ]| When goddesses appear below. 221:42,798[A ]| While thus Cadenus entertains 221:42,799[A ]| Vanessa in$4$ exalted strains, 221:42,800[A ]| The nymph in$4$ sober words entreats 221:42,801[A ]| A truce with all sublime conceits. 221:42,802[A ]| For$3$ why such raptures, flights, and fancies, 221:42,803[A ]| To$4$ her, who$6#1$ durst not read romances; 221:42,804[A ]| In$4$ lofty style to$9$ make replies, 221:42,805[A ]| Which$6#1$ he had taught her to$9$ despise. 221:42,806[A ]| But when her tutor will$1$ affect 221:42,807[A ]| Devotion, duty, and respect, 221:42,808[A ]| He fairly abdicates his throne, 221:42,809[A ]| The government is now her own; 221:42,810[A ]| He has a forfeiture incurred: 221:42,811[A ]| She vows to$9$ take him at his word, 221:42,812[A ]| And hopes he will$1$ not think it strange 221:42,813[A ]| If both should now their stations change. 221:42,814[A ]| The nymph will$1$ have her turn, to$9$ be 221:42,815[A ]| The tutor; and the pupil, he: 221:42,816[A ]| Though she already can discern, 221:42,817[A ]| Her scholar is not apt to$9$ learn; 221:42,818[A ]| Or wants capacity to$9$ reach 221:42,819[A ]| The science she designs to$9$ teach: 221:42,820[A ]| Wherein his genius was below 221:42,821[A ]| The skill of every common beau; 221:42,822[A ]| Who$6#1$, though he can not spell, is wise 221:42,823[A ]| Enough to$9$ read a lady's eyes; 221:42,824[A ]| And will$1$ each accidental glance 221:42,825[A ]| Interpret for$4$ a kind advance. 221:42,826[A ]| But what success Vanessa met, 221:42,827[A ]| Is to$4$ the world a secret yet: 221:42,828[A ]| Whether the nymph, to$9$ please her swain, 221:42,829[A ]| Talks in$4$ a high romantic strain; 221:42,830[A ]| Or whether he at last descends 221:42,831[A ]| To$9$ like$1$ with less seraphic ends; 221:42,832[A ]| Or, to$9$ compound the business, whether 221:42,833[A ]| They temper love and books together; 221:42,834[A ]| Must never to$4$ mankind be told, 221:42,835[A ]| Nor shall the conscious muse unfold. 221:42,836[A ]| Meantime the mournful Queen of Love 221:42,837[A ]| Led but a weary life above. 221:42,838[A ]| She ventures now to$9$ leave the skies, 221:42,839[A ]| Grown by$4$ Vanessa's conduct wise: 221:42,840[A ]| For$3$ though by$4$ one perverse event 221:42,841[A ]| Pallas had crossed her first intent; 221:42,842[A ]| Though her design was not obtained; 221:42,843[A ]| Yet had she much experience gained; 221:42,844[A ]| And, by$4$ the project vainly tried, 221:42,845[A ]| Could better now the cause decide. 221:42,846[A ]| She gave due notice, that$3$ both parties, 221:42,847[A ]| \7Coram 7Regina 7prox' 7die 7Martis\, 221:42,848[A ]| Should at their peril without fail, 221:42,849@b | ""Come and appear, and save their bail."" 221:42,850[A ]| All meet, and silence thrice proclaimed, 221:42,851[A ]| One lawyer to$4$ each side was named. 221:42,852[A ]| The judge discovered in$4$ her face 221:42,853[A ]| Resentments for$4$ her late disgrace; 221:42,854[A ]| And, full of anger, shame and grief, 221:42,855[A ]| Directed them to$9$ mind their brief; 221:42,856[A ]| Nor spend their time to$9$ show their reading; 221:42,857[A ]| She would have a summary proceeding. 221:42,858[A ]| She gathered, under every head, 221:42,859[A ]| The sum of what each lawyer said; 221:42,860[A ]| Gave her own reasons last; and then 221:42,861[A ]| Decreed the cause against the men. 221:42,862[A ]| But in$4$ a weighty cause like$4$ this, 221:42,863[A ]| To$9$ show she did not judge amiss, 221:42,864[A ]| Which$6#1$ evil tongues might else report, 221:42,865[A ]| She made a speech in$4$ open court; 221:42,866[A ]| Wherein she grievously complains, 221:42,867@b | ""How she was cheated by$4$ the swains: 221:42,868@b | On$4$ whose petition (humbly showing 221:42,869@b | That$3$ women were not worth the wooing; 221:42,870@b | And that$3$ unless the sex would mend, 221:42,871@b | The race of lovers soon must end) 221:42,872@b | She was at Lord knows what expense 221:42,873@b | To$9$ form a nymph of wit and sense; 221:42,874@b | A model for$4$ her sex designed, 221:42,875@b | Who$6#1$ never could one lover find. 221:42,876@b | She saw her favour was misplaced; 221:42,877@b | The fellows had a wretched taste; 221:42,878@b | She needs must tell them to$4$ their face, 221:42,879@b | They were a stupid, senseless race: 221:42,880@b | And were she to$9$ begin again, 221:42,881@b | She would study to$9$ reform the men; 221:42,882@b | Or add some grain of folly more 221:42,883@b | To$4$ women than they had before, 221:42,884@b | To$9$ put them on$4$ an equal foot; 221:42,885@b | And this, or nothing else, would do it. 221:42,886@b | This might their mutual fancy strike, 221:42,887@b | Since every being loves its like$0$. 221:42,888@b | ""But now, repenting what was done, 221:42,889@b | She left all business to$4$ her son: 221:42,890@b | She puts the world in$4$ his possession, 221:42,891@b | And let him use it at discretion."" 221:42,892[A ]| The crier was ordered to$9$ dismiss 221:42,893[A ]| The court, so$3$ made his last ""Oyez!"" 221:42,894[A ]| The goddess would no$2$ longer wait; 221:42,895[A ]| But rising from her chair of state, 221:42,896[A ]| Left all below at six and seven, 221:42,897[A ]| Harnessed her doves, and flew to$4$ heaven. 222:43,000[' ]| 222:43,000[' ]| 222:43,001[A ]| Harley, the nation's great support, 222:43,002[A ]| Returning home one day from court 222:43,003[A ]| (His mind with public cares possessed, 222:43,004[A ]| All Europe's business in$4$ his breast) 222:43,005[A ]| Observed a parson near Whitehall, 222:43,006[A ]| Cheapening old authors on$4$ a stall. 222:43,007[A ]| The priest was pretty well in$4$ case, 222:43,008[A ]| And showed some humour in$4$ his face; 222:43,009[A ]| Looked with an easy, careless mien, 222:43,010[A ]| A perfect stranger to$4$ the spleen; 222:43,011[A ]| Of size that$6#1$ might a pulpit fill, 222:43,012[A ]| But more inclining to$9$ sit still. 222:43,013[A ]| My Lord, who$6#1$ (if a man may say it) 222:43,014[A ]| Loves mischief better than his meat, 222:43,015[A ]| Was now disposed to$9$ crack a jest; 222:43,016[A ]| And bid friend Lewis go in$4$ quest 222:43,017[A ]| (This Lewis is an arrant shaver, 222:43,018[A ]| And very much in$4$ Harley's favour); 222:43,019[A ]| In$4$ quest, who$6#2$ might this parson be, 222:43,020[A ]| What was his name, of what degree: 222:43,021[A ]| If possible, to$9$ learn his story, 222:43,022[A ]| And whether he were Whig or Tory? 222:43,023[A ]| Lewis his patron's humour knows; 222:43,024[A ]| Away upon$4$ his errand goes; 222:43,025[A ]| And quickly did the matter sift, 222:43,026[A ]| Found out that$3$ it was Dr*Swift: 222:43,027[A ]| A clergyman of special note, 222:43,028[A ]| For$4$ shunning those of his own coat; 222:43,029[A ]| Which$6#1$ made his brethen of the gown, 222:43,030[A ]| Take care betimes to$9$ run him down: 222:43,031[A ]| No$2$ libertine, nor over-nice, 222:43,032[A ]| Addicted to$4$ no$2$ sort of vice; 222:43,033[A ]| Went where he pleased, said what he thought; 222:43,034[A ]| Not rich, but owed no$2$ man a groat. 222:43,035[A ]| In$4$ state opinions \9a` 9la 9mode\, 222:43,036[A ]| He hated Wharton like$4$ a toad; 222:43,037[A ]| Had given the faction many a wound, 222:43,038[A ]| And libelled all the Junta round; 222:43,039[A ]| Kept company with men of wit, 222:43,040[A ]| Who$6#1$ often fathered what he writ; 222:43,041[A ]| His works were hawked in$4$ every street, 222:43,042[A ]| But seldom rose above a sheet: 222:43,043[A ]| Of late indeed the paper-stamp 222:43,044[A ]| Did very much his genius cramp; 222:43,045[A ]| And since he could not spend his fire, 222:43,046[A ]| He now intended to$9$ retire. 222:43,047[A ]| Said Harley, 222:43,047@b | ""I desire to$9$ know 222:43,048@b | From his own mouth, if this be so?$6#2$ 222:43,049@b | Step to$4$ the Doctor straight, and say, 222:43,050@b | I would have him dine with me today."" 222:43,051[A ]| Swift seemed to$9$ wonder what he meant, 222:43,052[A ]| Nor would believe my Lord had sent; 222:43,053[A ]| So$3$ never offered once to$9$ stir, 222:43,054[A ]| But coldly said, 222:43,054@a | ""Your servant, sir."" 222:43,055@b | ""Does he refuse me?"", 222:43,055[A ]| Harley cried. 222:43,056@b | ""He does, with insolence and pride."" 222:43,057[A ]| Some few days after, Harley spies 222:43,058[A ]| The Doctor fastened by$4$ the eyes, 222:43,059[A ]| At Charing*Cross, among the rout, 222:43,060[A ]| Where painted monsters dangle out. 222:43,061[A ]| He pulled the string, and stopped his coach, 222:43,062[A ]| Beckoning the Doctor to$9$ approach. 222:43,063[A ]| Swift, who$6#1$ could neither fly nor hide, 222:43,064[A ]| Came sneaking to$4$ the chariot-side, 222:43,065[A ]| And offered many a lame excuse: 222:43,066[A ]| He never meant the least abuse ~~ 222:43,067@a | ""My Lord ~~ the honour you designed ~~ 222:43,068@a | Extremely proud ~~ but I had dined ~~ 222:43,069@a | I am sure I never should neglect ~~ 222:43,070@a | No$2$ man alive has more respect ~~ "" 222:43,071@b | ""Well, I shall think of that$6#2$ no$2$ more, 222:43,072@b | If you will$1$ be sure to$9$ come at four."" 222:43,073[A ]| The Doctor now obeys the summons, 222:43,074[A ]| Likes both his company and commons; 222:43,075[A ]| Displays his talent, sits till ten; 222:43,076[A ]| Next day invited, comes again: 222:43,077[A ]| Soon grows domestic, seldom fails 222:43,078[A ]| Either at morning, or at meals; 222:43,079[A ]| Comes early, and departeth late: 222:43,080[A ]| In$4$ short, the gudgeon took the bait. 222:43,081[A ]| My Lord would carry on$5$ the jest, 222:43,082[A ]| And down to$4$ Windsor takes his guest. 222:43,083[A ]| Swift much admires the place and air, 222:43,084[A ]| And longs to$9$ be a canon there; 222:43,085[A ]| In$4$ summer, round the park to$9$ ride, 222:43,086[A ]| In$4$ winter ~~ never to$9$ reside. 222:43,087@b | ""A canon! that$6#2$ is a place too mean: 222:43,088@b | No$7$, Doctor, you shall be a dean; 222:43,089@b | Two dozen canons round your stall, 222:43,090@b | And you the tyrant over them all: 222:43,091@b | You need but cross the Irish seas, 222:43,092@b | To$9$ live in$4$ plenty, power and ease."" 222:43,093[A ]| Poor Swift departs, and, what is worse, 222:43,094[A ]| With borrowed money in$4$ his purse; 222:43,095[A ]| Travels at least a hundred leagues, 222:43,096[A ]| And suffers numberless fatigues. 222:43,097[A ]| Suppose him, now, a dean complete, 222:43,098[A ]| Demurely lolling in$4$ his seat; 222:43,099[A ]| The silver virge, with decent pride, 222:43,100[A ]| Stuck underneath his cushion-side: 222:43,101[A ]| Suppose him gone through all vexations, 222:43,102[A ]| Patents, instalments, abjurations, 222:43,103[A ]| First-fruits and tenths, and chapter-treats, 222:43,104[A ]| Dues, payments, fees, demands and ~~ cheats 222:43,105[A ]| (The wicked laity's contriving, 222:43,106[A ]| To$9$ hinder clergymen from thriving), 222:43,107[A ]| Now all the Doctor's money is spent, 222:43,108[A ]| His tenants wrong him in$4$ his rent; 222:43,109[A ]| The farmers, spitefully combined, 222:43,110[A ]| Force him to$9$ take his tithes in$4$ kind; 222:43,111[A ]| And Parvisol discounts arrears, 222:43,112[A ]| By$4$ bills for$4$ taxes and repairs. 222:43,113[A ]| Poor Swift, with all his losses vexed, 222:43,114[A ]| Not knowing where to$9$ turn him next, 222:43,115[A ]| Above a thousand pounds in$4$ debt; 222:43,116[A ]| Takes horse, and in$4$ a mighty fret, 222:43,117[A ]| Rides day and night at such a rate, 222:43,118[A ]| He soon arrives at Harley's gate; 222:43,119[A ]| But was so$5#1$ dirty, pale, and thin, 222:43,120[A ]| Old Read would hardly let him in$5$. 222:43,121[A ]| Said Harley, 222:43,121@b | ""Welcome, reverend Dean! 222:43,122@b | What makes your worship look so$5#1$ lean? 222:43,123@b | Why sure you will$1$ not appear in$4$ town, 222:43,124@b | In$4$ that$6#2$ old wig and rusty gown? 222:43,125@b | I doubt your heart is set on$4$ pelf 222:43,126@b | So$5#1$ much, that$3$ you neglect yourself. 222:43,127@b | What! I suppose now stocks are high, 222:43,128@b | You have some good purchase in$4$ your eye; 222:43,129@b | Or is your money out at use?"" ~~ 222:43,130@a | ""Truce, good my Lord, I beg a truce!"" 222:43,131[A ]| (The Doctor in$4$ a passion cried), 222:43,132@a | ""Your raillery is misapplied: 222:43,133@a | Experience I have dearly bought, 222:43,134@a | You know I am not worth a groat: 222:43,135@a | But it is a folly to$9$ contest, 222:43,136@a | When you resolve to$9$ have your jest; 222:43,137@a | And since you now have done your worst, 222:43,138@a | Pray leave me where you found me first."" 222:44,000[' ]| <\The First Ode of the Second Book of Horace\> 222:44,000[' ]| <\Paraphrased and Addressed to Richard Steele, Esq.\> 222:44,001[A ]| Dick, thou art resolved, as I am told, 222:44,002[A ]| Some strange arcana to$9$ unfold, 222:44,003[A ]| And with the help of Buckley's pen 222:44,004[A ]| To$9$ vamp the ""good old cause"" again: 222:44,005[A ]| Which$6#1$ thou (such Burnett's shrewd advice is) 222:44,006[A ]| Must furbish up$5$ and nickname ""Crisis"". 222:44,007[A ]| Thou pompously wilt let us know 222:44,008[A ]| What all the world knew long ago, 222:44,009[A ]| (Ever since Sir*William*Gore was mayor, 222:44,010[A ]| And Harley filled the Commons' chair) 222:44,011[A ]| That$3$ we a German prince must own 222:44,012[A ]| When Anne for$4$ heaven resigns her throne. 222:44,013[A ]| But more than that$6#2$, thou wilt keep a rout 222:44,014[A ]| With ~~ who$6#2$ is \in$5$\ ~~ and who$6#2$ is \out\, 222:44,015[A ]| Thou wilt rail devoutly at the peace, 222:44,016[A ]| And all its secret causes trace, 222:44,017[A ]| The bucket-play between Whigs and Tories, 222:44,018[A ]| Their ups and downs, with fifty stories 222:44,019[A ]| Of tricks, the Lord*of*Oxford knows, 222:44,020[A ]| And errors of our plenipo's. 222:44,021[A ]| Thou wilt tell of leagues among the great 222:44,022[A ]| Portending ruin to$4$ our state, 222:44,023[A ]| And of that$6#2$ dreadful \9coup 9d'e=clat\, 222:44,024[A ]| Which$6#1$ has afforded thee much chat, 222:44,025[A ]| The Queen forsooth (despotic!) gave 222:44,026[A ]| Twelve coronets, without thy leave! 222:44,027[A ]| A breach of liberty, it is owned, 222:44,028[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ no$2$ heads have yet atoned! 222:44,029[A ]| Believe me, what thou hast undertaken 222:44,030[A ]| May bring in$4$ jeopardy thy bacon; 222:44,031[A ]| For$3$ madmen, children, wits and fools 222:44,032[A ]| Should never meddle with edged tools. 222:44,033[A ]| But since thou art got into the fire, 222:44,034[A ]| And canst not easily retire, 222:44,035[A ]| Thou must no$2$ longer deal in$4$ farce, 222:44,036[A ]| Nor pump to$9$ cobble wicked verse; 222:44,037[A ]| Until thou shalt have eased thy conscience, 222:44,038[A ]| Of spleen, of politics and nonsense, 222:44,039[A ]| And when thou hast bid adieu to$4$ cares, 222:44,040[A ]| And settled Europe's grand affairs, 222:44,041[A ]| It will$1$ then, perhaps, be worth thy while 222:44,042[A ]| For$4$ Drury*lane to$9$ shape thy style: 222:44,043@b | ""To$9$ make a pair of jolly fellows, 222:44,044@b | The son and father, join to$9$ tell us, 222:44,045@b | How sons may safely disobey, 222:44,046@b | And father never should say nay, 222:44,047@b | By$4$ which$6#1$ wise conduct they grow friends, 222:44,048@b | At last ~~ and so$3$ the story ends."" 222:44,049[A ]| When first I knew thee, Dick, thou wert 222:44,050[A ]| Renowned for$4$ skill in$4$ Faustus' art, 222:44,051[A ]| Which$6#1$ made thy closet much frequented 222:44,052[A ]| By$4$ buxom lasses ~~ some repented 222:44,053[A ]| Their luckless choice of husbands ~~ others, 222:44,054[A ]| Impatient to$9$ be like$4$ their mothers, 222:44,055[A ]| Received from thee profound directions 222:44,056[A ]| How best to$9$ settle their affections; 222:44,057[A ]| Thus thou, a friend to$4$ the distressed, 222:44,058[A ]| Didst in$4$ thy calling do thy best. 222:44,059[A ]| But now the senate (if things hit 222:44,060[A ]| And thou at Stockbridge wert not bit) 222:44,061[A ]| Must feel thy eloquence and fire, 222:44,062[A ]| Approve thy schemes, thy wit admire, 222:44,063[A ]| Thee with immortal honours crown, 222:44,064[A ]| Whilst patriot-like thou wilt strut and frown. 222:44,065[A ]| What, though by$4$ enemies it is said, 222:44,066[A ]| The laurel, which$6#1$ adorns thy head, 222:44,067[A ]| Must one day come in$4$ competition, 222:44,068[A ]| By$4$ virtue of some sly petition: 222:44,069[A ]| Yet mum for$4$ that$6#2$, hope still the best, 222:44,070[A ]| Nor let such cares disturb thy rest. 222:44,071[A ]| Methinks I hear thee loud as trumpet, 222:44,072[A ]| As bagpipe shrill, or oyster-strumpet, 222:44,073[A ]| Methinks I see thee, spruce and fine, 222:44,074[A ]| With coat embroidered richly shine, 222:44,075[A ]| And dazzle all the idol faces 222:44,076[A ]| As through the Hall thy worship paces: 222:44,077[A ]| (Though this I speak but at a venture, 222:44,078[A ]| Supposing thou hast tick with Hunter) 222:44,079[A ]| Methinks I see a blackguard rout 222:44,080[A ]| Attend thy coach, and hear them shout 222:44,081[A ]| In$4$ approbation of thy tongue, 222:44,082[A ]| Which$6#1$ (in$4$ their style) is ""purely hung"". 222:44,083[A ]| Now, now you carry all before ye, 222:44,084[A ]| Nor dares one Jacobite or Tory 222:44,085[A ]| Pretend to$9$ answer one syl-lable, 222:44,086[A ]| Except the matchless hero Abel. 222:44,087[A ]| What though her Highness and her spouse 222:44,088[A ]| In$4$ Antwerp keep a frugal house, 222:44,089[A ]| Yet not forgetful of a friend, 222:44,090[A ]| They will$1$ soon enable thee to$9$ spend, 222:44,091[A ]| If to$4$ Macartney thou wilt toast, 222:44,092[A ]| And to$4$ his pious patron's ghost. 222:44,093[A ]| Now manfully thou wilt run a tilt 222:44,094@b | ""On$4$ popes, for$4$ all the blood they have spilt, 222:44,095@b | For$4$ massacres, and racks, and flames, 222:44,096@b | For$4$ lands enriched by$4$ crimson streams, 222:44,097@b | For$4$ inquisitions taught by$4$ Spain, 222:44,098@b | Of which$6#1$ the Christian world complain."" 222:44,099[A ]| Dick, we agree ~~ all is true, thou hast said, 222:44,100[A ]| As that$3$ my muse is yet a maid. 222:44,101[A ]| But, if I may with freedom talk, 222:44,102[A ]| All this is foreign to$4$ thy walk: 222:44,103[A ]| Thy genius has perhaps a knack 222:44,104[A ]| At trudging in$4$ a beaten track, 222:44,105[A ]| But is for$4$ state affairs as fit, 222:44,106[A ]| As mine for$4$ politics and wit. 222:44,107[A ]| Then let us both in$4$ time grow wise, 222:44,108[A ]| Nor higher than our talents rise; 222:44,109[A ]| To$4$ some snug cellar let us repair 222:44,110[A ]| From duns and debts, and drown our care; 222:44,111[A ]| Now quaff of honest ale a quart, 222:44,112[A ]| Now venture at a pint of port, 222:44,113[A ]| With which$6#1$ inspired we will$1$ club each night 222:44,114[A ]| Some tender sonnet to$9$ indite, 222:44,115[A ]| And with Tom*D'Urfey, Philips, Dennis, 222:44,116[A ]| Immortalize our Dolls and Jennies. 222:45,000[' ]| <\Scriblerian Verses\> 222:45,000[' ]| <1> 222:45,001[A ]| The Doctor and Dean, Pope, Parnell and Gay 222:45,002[A ]| In$4$ manner submissive most humbly do pray, 222:45,003[A ]| That$3$ your Lordship would once let your cares all alone 222:45,004[A ]| And climb the dark stairs to$4$ your friends who$6#1$ have none: 222:45,005[A ]| To$4$ your friends who$6#1$ at least have no$2$ cares but to$9$ please you 222:45,006[A ]| To$4$ a good honest Junta that$6#1$ never will$1$ tease you. 222:45,007[A ]| From the Doctor's chamber, 222:45,008[A ]| past eight. 222:45,000[' ]| <2> 222:45,009[A ]| Let not the Whigs our Tory club rebuke; 222:45,010[A ]| Give us our Earl, the devil take their Duke. 222:45,011[A ]| \7Quaedam 7quae 7attinent 7ad 7Scriblerum\, 222:45,012[A ]| Want your assistance now to$9$ clear them. 222:45,013[A ]| One day it will$1$ be no$2$ disgrace, 222:45,014[A ]| In$4$ ""Scribler"" to$9$ have had a place. 222:45,015[A ]| Come then, my Lord, and take your part in$4$ 222:45,016[A ]| The important \History*of*Martin\. 222:45,000[' ]| <3> 222:45,017[A ]| My Lord, forsake your politic utopians, 222:45,018[A ]| To$9$ sup, like$4$ Jove, with blameless Ethiopians. 222:45,019[A ]| Pope. 222:45,020[A ]| In$4$ other words, you with the staff, 222:45,021[A ]| Leave John*of*Bucks, come here and laugh. 222:45,022[A ]| Dean. 222:45,023[A ]| For$4$ frolic mirth give over affairs of state, 222:45,024[A ]| Tonight be happy, be tomorrow great. 222:45,025[A ]| Parnell. 222:45,026[A ]| Give clans your money, us your smile, 222:45,027[A ]| Your scorn to$4$ Townshend and Argyll. 222:45,028[A ]| Doctor. 222:45,029[A ]| Leave courts, and hie to$4$ simple swains, 222:45,030[A ]| Who$6#1$ feed no$2$ flock upon$4$ no$2$ plains. 222:45,031[A ]| Gay. 222:45,000[' ]| <4> 222:45,032[A ]| A pox of all senders 222:45,033[A ]| For$4$ any pretenders 222:45,034[A ]| Who$6#1$ tell us these troublesome stories, 222:45,035[A ]| In$4$ their dull humdrum key 222:45,036[A ]| Of ""\7arma 7virumque\ 222:45,037[A ]| \7Hannoniae 7qui 7primus 7ab 7oris\ ~~"" 222:45,038[A ]| A fig too for$4$ Hanmer 222:45,039[A ]| Who$6#1$ prates like$4$ his \9grande*me`re\, 222:45,040[A ]| And all his old friends would rebuke 222:45,041[A ]| In$4$ spite of the carle 222:45,042[A ]| Give us but our Earl, 222:45,043[A ]| And the devil may take their Duke. 222:45,044[A ]| Then come and take part in$4$ 222:45,045[A ]| The \Memoirs*of*Martin\, 222:45,046[A ]| Lay by$5$ your white staff and grey habit, 222:45,047[A ]| For$3$ trust us, friend Mortimer, 222:45,048[A ]| Should you live years forty more 222:45,049[A ]| \7Haec 7olim 7meminisse 7juvabit.\ 222:45,050[A ]| \By$4$ order of the club\ 222:45,051[A ]| A%*Pope 222:45,052[A ]| J%*Gay 222:45,053[A ]| J%*Swift 222:45,054[A ]| J%*Arbuthnot 222:45,055[A ]| T%*Parnel 222:47,000[' ]| <\The Author upon Himself\> 222:47,001[A ]| By$4$ an old red-pate, murdering hag pursued, 222:47,002[A ]| A crazy prelate, and a royal prude. 222:47,003[A ]| By$4$ dull divines, who$6#1$ look with envious eyes, 222:47,004[A ]| On$4$ every genius that$6#1$ attempts to$9$ rise; 222:47,005[A ]| And pausing over a pipe, with doubtful nod, 222:47,006[A ]| Give hints, that$3$ poets never believe in$4$ God. 222:47,007[A ]| So$3$, clowns on$4$ scholars as on$4$ wizards look, 222:47,008[A ]| And take a folio for$4$ a conjuring book. 222:47,009[A ]| Swift had the sin of wit, no$2$ venial crime; 222:47,010[A ]| Nay, it was affirmed, he sometimes dealt in$4$ rhyme: 222:47,011[A ]| Humour, and mirth, had place in$4$ all he writ: 222:47,012[A ]| He reconciled divinity and wit. 222:47,013[A ]| He moved, and bowed, and talked with too much grace; 222:47,014[A ]| Nor showed the parson in$4$ his gait or face; 222:47,015[A ]| Despised luxurious wines, and costly meat; 222:47,016[A ]| Yet, still was at the tables of the great. 222:47,017[A ]| Frequented lords; saw those that$6#1$ saw the Queen; 222:47,018[A ]| At Child's or Truby's never once had been; 222:47,019[A ]| Where town and country vicars flock in$4$ tribes, 222:47,020[A ]| Secured by$4$ numbers from the laymen's gibes; 222:47,021[A ]| And deal in$4$ vices of the graver sort, 222:47,022[A ]| Tobacco, censure, coffee, pride, and port. 222:47,023[A ]| But, after sage monitions from his friends, 222:47,024[A ]| His talents to$9$ employ for$4$ nobler ends; 222:47,025[A ]| To$4$ better judgements willing to$9$ submit, 222:47,026[A ]| He turns to$4$ politics his dangerous wit. 222:47,027[A ]| And now, the public interest to$9$ support, 222:47,028[A ]| By$4$ Harley Swift invited comes to$4$ court. 222:47,029[A ]| In$4$ favour grows with ministers of state; 222:47,030[A ]| Admitted private, when superiors wait: 222:47,031[A ]| And, Harley, not ashamed his choice to$9$ own, 222:47,032[A ]| Takes him to$4$ Windsor in$4$ his coach, alone. 222:47,033[A ]| At Windsor Swift no$2$ sooner can appear, 222:47,034[A ]| But, St*John comes and whispers in$4$ his ear; 222:47,035[A ]| The waiters stand in$4$ ranks; the yeomen cry, 222:47,036[A ]| ""Make room"", as if a duke were passing by$5$. 222:47,037[A ]| Now Finch alarms the Lords; he hears for$4$ certain, 222:47,038[A ]| This dangerous priest is got behind the curtain: 222:47,039[A ]| Finch, famed for$4$ tedious elocution, proves 222:47,040[A ]| That$3$ Swift oils many a spring which$6#1$ Harley moves. 222:47,041[A ]| Walpole and Ailslabie, to$9$ clear the doubt, 222:47,042[A ]| Inform the Commons, that$3$ the secret is out: 222:47,043@x | ""A certain Doctor is observed of late, 222:47,044@x | To$9$ haunt a certain minister of state: 222:47,045@x | From whence, with half an eye we may discover, 222:47,046@x | The peace is made, and Perkin must come over."" 222:47,047[A ]| York is from Lambeth sent, to$9$ show the Queen 222:47,048[A ]| A dangerous treatise writ against the spleen; 222:47,049[A ]| Which$6#1$ by$4$ the style, the matter, and the drift, 222:47,050[A ]| It is thought could be the work of none but Swift. 222:47,051[A ]| Poor York! The harmless tool of others' hate; 222:47,052[A ]| He sues for$4$ pardon, and repents too late. 222:47,053[A ]| Now Madam*Ko+nigsmark her vengeance vows 222:47,054[A ]| On$4$ Swift's reproaches for$4$ her murdered spouse: 222:47,055[A ]| From her red locks her mouth with venom fills; 222:47,056[A ]| And thence into the royal ear instils. 222:47,057[A ]| The Queen incensed, his services forgot, 222:47,058[A ]| Leaves him a victim to$4$ the vengeful Scot; 222:47,059[A ]| Now, through the realm a proclamation spread, 222:47,060[A ]| To$9$ fix a price on$4$ his devoted head. 222:47,061[A ]| While innocent, he scorns ignoble flight; 222:47,062[A ]| His watchful friends preserve him by$4$ a sleight. 222:47,063[A ]| By$4$ Harley's favour once again he shines: 222:47,064[A ]| Is now caressed by$4$ candidate divines; 222:47,065[A ]| Who$6#1$ change opinions with the changing scene: 222:47,066[A ]| Lord! how they were mistaken in$4$ the Dean! 222:47,067[A ]| Now, Delaware again familiar grows; 222:47,068[A ]| And in$4$ Swift's ear thrusts half his powdered nose. 222:47,069[A ]| The Scottish nation, whom he durst offend, 222:47,070[A ]| Again apply that$3$ Swift would be their friend. 222:47,071[A ]| By$4$ faction tired, with grief he waits a while, 222:47,072[A ]| His great contending friends to$9$ reconcile. 222:47,073[A ]| Performs what friendship, justice, truth require: 222:47,074[A ]| What could he more, but decently retire? 222:48,000[' ]| <\In Sickness\> 222:48,000[' ]| <\WRITTEN SOON AFTER THE AUTHOR'S COMING TO LIVE\> 222:48,000[' ]| <\IN IRELAND, UPON THE QUEEN'S DEATH, OCTOBER 1714\> 222:48,001[A ]| It is true ~~ then why should I repine, 222:48,002[A ]| To$9$ see my life so$5#1$ fast decline? 222:48,003[A ]| But, why obscurely here alone? 222:48,004[A ]| Where I am neither loved nor known. 222:48,005[A ]| My state of health none care to$9$ learn; 222:48,006[A ]| My life is here no$2$ soul's concern. 222:48,007[A ]| And, those with whom I now converse, 222:48,008[A ]| Without a tear will$1$ tend my hearse. 222:48,009[A ]| Removed from kind Arbuthnot's aid, 222:48,010[A ]| Who$6#1$ knows his art but not his trade; 222:48,011[A ]| Preferring his regard for$4$ me 222:48,012[A ]| Before his credit or his fee. 222:48,013[A ]| Some formal visits, looks, and words, 222:48,014[A ]| What mere humanity affords, 222:48,015[A ]| I meet perhaps from three or four, 222:48,016[A ]| From whom I once expected more; 222:48,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ those who$6#1$ tend the sick for$4$ pay 222:48,018[A ]| Can act as decently as they. 222:48,019[A ]| But, no$2$ obliging, tender friend 222:48,020[A ]| To$9$ help at my approaching end, 222:48,021[A ]| My life is now a burden grown 222:48,022[A ]| To$4$ others, before it be my own. 222:48,023[A ]| Ye formal weepers for$4$ the sick, 222:48,024[A ]| In$4$ your last offices be quick: 222:48,025[A ]| And spare my absent friends the grief 222:48,026[A ]| To$9$ hear, yet give me no$2$ relief; 222:48,027[A ]| Expired today, entombed tomorrow, 222:48,028[A ]| When known, will$1$ save a double sorrow. 222:50,000[' ]| <\Horace, Lib. 2, Sat. 6\> 222:50,000[' ]| 222:50,001[A ]| I often wished that$3$ I had clear 222:50,002[A ]| For$4$ life, six hundred pounds a year, 222:50,003[A ]| A handsome house to$9$ lodge a friend, 222:50,004[A ]| A river at my garden's end, 222:50,005[A ]| A terrace walk, and half a rood 222:50,006[A ]| Of land, set out to$9$ plant a wood. 222:50,007[A ]| Well: now I have all this and more, 222:50,008[A ]| I ask not to$9$ increase my store; 222:50,009[A ]| And should be perfectly content, 222:50,010[A ]| Could I but live on$4$ this side Trent; 222:50,011[A ]| Nor cross the Channel twice a year, 222:50,012[A ]| To$9$ spend six months with statesmen here. 222:50,013[A ]| I must by$4$ all means come to$4$ town, 222:50,014[A ]| It is for$4$ the service of the crown. 222:50,015@b | ""Lewis; the Dean will$1$ be of use, 222:50,016@b | Send for$4$ him up$5$, take no$2$ excuse."" 222:50,017[A ]| The toil, the danger of the seas; 222:50,018[A ]| Great ministers never think of these; 222:50,019[A ]| Or let it cost five hundred pound, 222:50,020[A ]| No$2$ matter where the money is found; 222:50,021[A ]| It is but so$5#1$ much more in$4$ debt, 222:50,022[A ]| And that$3$ they never considered yet. 222:50,023@c | ""Good Mr*Dean, go change your gown, 222:50,024@c | Let my Lord know you are come to$4$ town."" 222:50,025[A ]| I hurry me in$4$ haste away, 222:50,026[A ]| Not thinking it is levee day; 222:50,027[A ]| And find his honour in$4$ a pound, 222:50,028[A ]| Hemmed by$4$ a triple circle round, 222:50,029[A ]| Chequered with ribbons blue and green, 222:50,030[A ]| How should I thrust myself between? 222:50,031[A ]| Some wag observes me thus perplexed, 222:50,032[A ]| And smiling, whispers to$4$ the next, 222:50,033@d | ""I thought the Dean had been too proud, 222:50,034@d | To$9$ jostle here among a crowd."" 222:50,035[A ]| Another in$4$ a surly fit, 222:50,036[A ]| Tells me I have more zeal than wit, 222:50,037@e | ""So$5#1$ eager to$9$ express your love, 222:50,038@e | You never consider whom you shove, 222:50,039@e | But rudely press before a duke."" 222:50,040[A ]| I own, I am pleased with this rebuke, 222:50,041[A ]| And take it kindly meant to$9$ show 222:50,042[A ]| What I desire the world should know. 222:50,043[A ]| I get a whisper, and withdraw, 222:50,044[A ]| When twenty fools I never saw 222:50,045[A ]| Come with petitions fairly penned, 222:50,046[A ]| Desiring I would stand their friend. 222:50,047[A ]| This, humbly offers me his case: 222:50,048[A ]| That$6#2$, begs my interest for$4$ a place. 222:50,049[A ]| A hundred other men's affairs 222:50,050[A ]| Like$4$ bees are humming in$4$ my ears. 222:50,051@x | ""Tomorrow my appeal comes on$5$, 222:50,052@x | Without your help the cause is gone ~~ "" 222:50,053@x | ""The Duke expects my Lord and you, 222:50,054@x | About some great affair, at two ~~"" 222:50,055@x | ""Put my Lord*Bolingbroke in$4$ mind, 222:50,056@x | To$9$ get my warrant quickly signed: 222:50,057@x | Consider, it is my first request."" 222:50,058@x | Be satisfied, I will$1$ do my best ~~ 222:50,059[A ]| Then presently he falls to$9$ tease: 222:50,060@x | ""You may for$4$ certain, if you please; 222:50,061@x | I doubt not, if his Lordship knew ~~ 222:50,062@x | And Mr*Dean, one word from you ~~ "" 222:50,063[A ]| It is (let me see) three years and more 222:50,064[A ]| (October next, it will$1$ be four) 222:50,065[A ]| Since Harley bid me first attend, 222:50,066[A ]| And chose me for$4$ an humble friend; 222:50,067[A ]| Would take me in$4$ his coach to$9$ chat, 222:50,068[A ]| And question me of this and that$6#2$; 222:50,069[A ]| As 222:50,069@b | ""What is o-clock?"" 222:50,069[A ]| and 222:50,069@b | ""How is the wind? 222:50,070@b | Whose chariot is that$6#2$ we left behind?"" 222:50,071[A ]| Or gravely try to$9$ read the lines 222:50,072[A ]| Writ underneath the country signs; 222:50,073[A ]| Or, 222:50,073@b | ""Have you nothing new today 222:50,074@b | From Pope, from Parnell or from Gay?"" 222:50,075[A ]| Such tattle often entertains 222:50,076[A ]| My Lord and me as far as Staines: 222:50,077[A ]| As once a week we travel down 222:50,078[A ]| To$4$ Windsor and again to$4$ town; 222:50,079[A ]| Where all that$6#1$ passes, \7inter 7nos\, 222:50,080[A ]| Might be proclaimed at Charing*Cross. 222:50,081[A ]| Yet some I know with envy swell, 222:50,082[A ]| Because they see me used so$5#1$ well: 222:50,083@x | ""How think you of our friend the Dean? 222:50,084@x | I wonder what some people mean; 222:50,085@x | My Lord and he are grown so$5#1$ great, 222:50,086@x | Always together, \9t^te*a`*te^te\: 222:50,087@x | What, they admire him for$4$ his jokes ~~ 222:50,088@x | See but the fortune of some folks!"" 222:50,089[A ]| There flies about a strange report 222:50,090[A ]| Of some express arrived at court; 222:50,091[A ]| I am stopped by$4$ all the fools I meet, 222:50,092[A ]| And catechized in$4$ every street. 222:50,093@x | ""You, Mr*Dean, frequent the great; 222:50,094@x | Inform us, will$1$ the Emperor treat? 222:50,095@x | Or do the prints and papers lie?"" 222:50,096@a | Faith, Sir, you know as much as I. 222:50,097@x | ""Ah Doctor, how you love to$9$ jest! 222:50,098@x | It is now no$2$ secret"" ~~ 222:50,098[A ]| I protest 222:50,099[A ]| It is one to$4$ me. 222:50,099@x | ""Then, tell us, pray 222:50,100@x | When are the troops to$9$ have their pay?"" 222:50,101[A ]| And though I solemnly declare 222:50,102[A ]| I know no$2$ more than my Lord*Mayor, 222:50,103[A ]| They stand amazed, and think me grown 222:50,104[A ]| The closest mortal ever known. 222:50,105[A ]| Thus in$4$ a sea of folly tossed, 222:50,106[A ]| My choicest hours of life are lost; 222:50,107[A ]| Yet always wishing to$9$ retreat; 222:50,108[A ]| Oh, could I see my country seat! 222:50,109[A ]| There leaning near a gentle brook, 222:50,110[A ]| Sleep, or peruse some ancient book; 222:50,111[A ]| And there in$4$ sweet oblivion drown 222:50,112[A ]| Those cares that$6#1$ haunt a court and town. 222:52,000[' ]| <\Dean Swift's Answer to the Reverend Dr Sheridan\> 222:52,001[A ]| Sir, 222:52,002[A ]| In$4$ reading your letter alone in$4$ my hackney, 222:52,003[A ]| Your damnable riddle, my poor brains did rack nigh. 222:52,004[A ]| And when with much labour the matter I cracked, 222:52,005[A ]| I found you mistaken in$4$ matter of fact. 222:52,006[A ]| A woman is no$2$ sieve (for$3$ with that$6#2$ you begin) 222:52,007[A ]| Because she lets out more, than ever she takes in$5$. 222:52,008[A ]| And that$3$ she is a riddle, can never be right, 222:52,009[A ]| For$3$ a riddle is dark, but a woman is \light\. 222:52,010[A ]| But grant her a sieve, I can say something archer, 222:52,011[A ]| Pray what is a man? he's a fine-linen searcher. 222:52,012[A ]| Now tell me a thing that$6#1$ wants interpretation, 222:52,013[A ]| What name for$4$ a maid, was the first man's damnation? 222:52,014[A ]| If your worship will$1$ please to$9$ explain me this rebus, 222:52,015[A ]| I swear from henceforward you shall be my Phoebus. 222:52,000[' ]| 222:52,000[' ]| 222:52,000[' ]| 222:53,000[' ]| <\The Dean of St Patrick's to Thomas Sheridan\> 222:53,001[A ]| I can not but think that$3$ we live in$4$ a bad age, 222:53,002[A ]| \7O 7tempora, 7o 7mores!\ as it is in$4$ the adage. 222:53,003[A ]| My foot was but just set out from my cathedral, 222:53,004[A ]| When into my hands comes a letter from the droll. 222:53,005[A ]| I can not pray in$4$ quiet for$4$ you and your verses, ~~ 222:53,006[A ]| But now let us hear what the muse from your car says. 222:53,007[A ]| Hum ~~ excellent good ~~ your anger was stirred: 222:53,008[A ]| Well, punners and rhymers must have the last word. 222:53,009[A ]| But let me advise you, when next I hear from you, 222:53,010[A ]| To$9$ leave off this passion which$6#1$ does not become you: 222:53,011[A ]| For$3$ we who$6#1$ debate on$4$ a subject important, 222:53,012[A ]| Must argue with calmness, or else will$1$ come short of it. 222:53,013[A ]| For$4$ myself, I protest, I care not a fiddle 222:53,014[A ]| For$4$ a riddle and sieve, or a sieve and a riddle: 222:53,015[A ]| And think of the sex as you please, I would as lief 222:53,016[A ]| You call them a riddle, as call them a sieve. 222:53,017[A ]| Yet still you are out (though to$9$ vex you I am loth), 222:53,018[A ]| For$3$ I will$1$ prove it impossible they can be both. 222:53,019[A ]| A schoolboy knows this, for$3$ it plainly appears 222:53,020[A ]| That$3$ a sieve dissolves riddles by$4$ help of the shears; 222:53,021[A ]| For$3$ you can not but have heard of a trick among wizards, 222:53,022[A ]| To$9$ break open riddles with shears or with scissors. 222:53,023[A ]| Think again of the sieve, and I will$1$ hold you a wager, 222:53,024[A ]| You dare not to$9$ question my minor or major. 222:53,025[A ]| A sieve keeps half in$5$, and therefore, no$2$ doubt, 222:53,026[A ]| Like$4$ a woman it keeps in$5$ less than it lets out. 222:53,027[A ]| Why sure, Mr*Poet, your head got a jar 222:53,028[A ]| By$4$ riding this morning too long in$4$ your car: 222:53,029[A ]| And I wish your few friends, when they next see your car go, 222:53,030[A ]| For$4$ the sake of your senses would lay an embargo. 222:53,031[A ]| You threaten the stocks: I say you are scurrilous, 222:53,032[A ]| And you durst not talk thus if I saw you at our alehouse. 222:53,033[A ]| But as for$4$ your threats, you may do what you can, 222:53,034[A ]| I despise any poet that$6#1$ truckled to$4$ Dan. 222:53,035[A ]| But keep a good tongue, or you will$1$ find, to$4$ your smart, 222:53,036[A ]| From rhyming in$4$ cars you may swing in$4$ a cart. 222:53,037[A ]| You found out my rebus with very much modesty; 222:53,038[A ]| But thanks to$4$ the lady: I am sure she is too good to$4$ ye; 222:53,039[A ]| Till she lent you her help, you were in$4$ a fine twitter: 222:53,040[A ]| You hit it, you say ~~ you are a delicate hitter. 222:53,041[A ]| How could you forget so$5#1$ ungratefully a lass? 222:53,042[A ]| And if you be my Phoebus, pray who$6#2$ was your Pallas? 222:53,043[A ]| As for$4$ your new rebus, or riddle, or crux, 222:53,044[A ]| I will$1$ either explain, or repay it by$4$ trucks; 222:53,045[A ]| Though your lords, and your dogs, and your catches, methinks, 222:53,046[A ]| Are harder than ever were put by$4$ the Sphinx. 222:53,047[A ]| And thus I am fully revenged for$4$ your late tricks, 222:53,048[A ]| Which$6#1$ is at present all from 222:53,049[A ]| Dean*of*St*Patrick's. 222:53,000[' ]| 222:53,000[' ]| 222:53,000[' ]| 222:54,000[' ]| <\A Left-Handed Letter to Dr Sheridan\> 222:54,001[A ]| Sir, 222:54,002[A ]| Delany reports it, and he has a shrewd tongue, 222:54,003[A ]| That$3$ we both act the part of the clown and the cow-dung; 222:54,004[A ]| We lie cramming ourselves, and are ready to$9$ burst, 222:54,005[A ]| Yet still are no$2$ wiser than we were at first. 222:54,006[A ]| \7Pudet 7haec 7opporbria\, I freely must tell ye, 222:54,007[A ]| \7Et 7diu 7potuisse, 7et 7non 7potuisse 7refelli.\ 222:54,008[A ]| Though Delany advised you to$9$ plague me no$2$ longer, 222:54,009[A ]| You reply and rejoin like$4$ Hoadly of Bangor. 222:54,010[A ]| I must now, at one sitting, pay off my old score: 222:54,011[A ]| How many to$9$ answer? One, two, three, four. 222:54,012[A ]| But because the three former are long ago past, 222:54,013[A ]| I shall, for$4$ method sake, begin with the last. 222:54,014[A ]| You treat me like$4$ a boy that$6#1$ knocks down his foe, 222:54,015[A ]| Who$6#1$, before the other gets up$5$, demands the riding blow. 222:54,016[A ]| Yet I know a young rogue, that$6#1$ thrown flat on$4$ the field, 222:54,017[A ]| Would, as he lay under, cry out ,""Sirrah, yield"": 222:54,018[A ]| So$3$, the French, when our generals soundly did pay them, 222:54,019[A ]| Went triumphant to$4$ church, and sang stoutly \7Te*Deum\: 222:54,020[A ]| So$3$ the famous Tom*Leigh, when quite run aground, 222:54,021[A ]| Comes off by$4$ out-laughing the company round. 222:54,022[A ]| In$4$ every vile pamphlet you will$1$ read the same fancies, 222:54,023[A ]| Having thus overthrown all our further advances. 222:54,024[A ]| My offers of peace you ill understood. 222:54,025[A ]| Friend Sheridan, when will$1$ you know your own good? 222:54,026[A ]| It was to$9$ teach you in$4$ modester language your duty; 222:54,027[A ]| For$3$, were you a dog, I could not be rude to$4$ ye. 222:54,028[A ]| As a good quiet soul, who$6#1$ no$2$ mischief intends 222:54,029[A ]| To$4$ a quarrelsome fellow, cries, ""Let us be friends."" 222:54,030[A ]| But we like$4$ Antaeus and Hercules fight, 222:54,031[A ]| The oftener you fall, the oftener you write; 222:54,032[A ]| And I will$1$ use you as he did that$6#2$ overgrown clown, 222:54,033[A ]| I will$1$ first take you up$5$, and then take you down: 222:54,034[A ]| And, it is your own case, for$3$ you never can wound 222:54,035[A ]| The worst dunce in$4$ your school, till he is heaved from the ground. 222:55,000[' ]| <\The Dean to Thomas Sheridan\> 222:55,001[A ]| Sir, 222:55,002[A ]| When I saw you today, as I went with Lord*Anglesey, 222:55,003[A ]| Lord! said I, who$6#2$ is that$6#2$ person? how awkwardly dangles he! 222:55,004[A ]| When whip you trot up$5$, without minding your betters, 222:55,005[A ]| To$4$ the very coach side, and threaten your letters. 222:55,006[A ]| Is the poison and dagger you boast in$4$ your jaws, trow? 222:55,007[A ]| Are you still in$4$ your cart with \7convitia 7ex 7plaustro\? 222:55,008[A ]| But to$9$ scold is your trade, which$6#1$ I soon should be foiled in$4$, 222:55,009[A ]| For$3$ scolding is just \7quasi 7diceres\ ~~ school-din: 222:55,010[A ]| And I think I may say, you could many shillings get, 222:55,011[A ]| Were you dressed like$4$ a bawd, and sold oysters at Billingsgate. 222:55,012[A ]| But coach it or cart it, I would have you know, sirrah, 222:55,013[A ]| I will$1$ write, though I am forced to$9$ write in$4$ a wheelbarrow: 222:55,014[A ]| Nay, hector and swagger, you will$1$ still find me staunch, 222:55,015[A ]| And you and your cart shall give me \9carte 9blanche\. 222:55,016[A ]| Since you write in$4$ a cart, keep it \7tecta 7et 7sarta\, 222:55,017[A ]| It is all you have for$4$ it; it is your best Magna*Carta; 222:55,018[A ]| And I love you so$5#1$ well, as I told you long ago, 222:55,019[A ]| That$3$ I will$1$ never give my vote for$4$ \7Delenda*Cart-ago\. 222:55,020[A ]| Now you write from your cellar ~~ I still find out your art, 222:55,021[A ]| You rhyme, as folks fence, in$4$ \9tierce\ and \9carte\. 222:55,022[A ]| Your ink is your poison, your pen is what not; 222:55,023[A ]| Your ink is your drink, your pen is your pot. 222:55,024[A ]| To$4$ my goddess Melpomene, pride of her sex, 222:55,025[A ]| I gave, as you beg, your most humble respects: 222:55,026[A ]| The rest of your compliment I dare not tell her, 222:55,027[A ]| For$3$ she never descends so$5#1$ low as the cellar; 222:55,028[A ]| But before you can put yourself under her banners, 222:55,029[A ]| She declares from her throne you must learn better manners. 222:55,030[A ]| If once in$4$ your cellar my Phoebus should shine, 222:55,031[A ]| I will$1$ tell you I would not give a fig for$4$ your wine; 222:55,032[A ]| So$3$ I will$1$ leave him behind, for$3$ I certainly know it, 222:55,033[A ]| What he ripens above ground, he sours below it. 222:55,034[A ]| But why should we fight thus, my partner so$5#1$ dear, 222:55,035[A ]| With three hundred and sixty-five poems a year? 222:55,036[A ]| Let us quarrel no$2$ longer, since Dan and George*Rochfort 222:55,037[A ]| Will$1$ laugh in$4$ their sleeves: I can tell you they watch for$4$ it. 222:55,038[A ]| Then George will$1$ rejoice, and Dan will$1$ sing high day: 222:55,039[A ]| \7Hoc 7Ithacus 7velit, 7et 7magni 7mercentur 7Atridae\. 222:55,040[A ]| Jon%*Swift. 222:55,000[' ]| 222:55,000[' ]| 222:55,000[' ]| 222:55,000[' ]| 222:55,000[' ]| 222:55,000[' ]| <15th 1718.> 222:57,000[' ]| <\Sheridan, a Goose\> 222:57,001[A ]| Tom, for$4$ a goose you keep but base quills, 222:57,002[A ]| They are fit for$4$ nothing else but pasquils. 222:57,003[A ]| I have often heard it from the wise, 222:57,004[A ]| That$3$ inflammations in$4$ the eyes 222:57,005[A ]| Will$1$ quickly fall upon$4$ the tongue, 222:57,006[A ]| And thence, as famed John*Bunyan sung, 222:57,007[A ]| From out the pen will$1$ presently 222:57,008[A ]| On$4$ paper dribble daintily. 222:57,009[A ]| Suppose I called you goose, it is hard 222:57,010[A ]| One word should stick thus in$4$ your gizzard. 222:57,011[A ]| You are my goose, and no$2$ other man's; 222:57,012[A ]| And you know all my geese are swans: 222:57,013[A ]| Only one scurvy thing I find, 222:57,014[A ]| Swans sing when dying, geese when blind. 222:57,015[A ]| But now I smoke where lies the slander, ~~ 222:57,016[A ]| I called you goose instead of gander; 222:57,017[A ]| For$3$ that$6#2$, dear Tom, never fret and vex, 222:57,018[A ]| I am sure you cackle like$4$ the sex. 222:57,019[A ]| I know the gander always goes 222:57,020[A ]| With a quill stuck across his nose. 222:57,021[A ]| So$3$ your eternal pen is still, 222:57,022[A ]| Or in$4$ your claw, or in$4$ your bill. 222:57,023[A ]| But whether you can tread or hatch, 222:57,024[A ]| I have something else to$9$ do than watch. 222:57,025[A ]| As for$4$ your writing I am dead, 222:57,026[A ]| I leave it for$4$ the second head. 222:57,000[' ]| 222:57,000[' ]| 222:58,000[' ]| <\Mary the Cook-Maid's Letter to Dr Sheridan\> 222:58,001[C ]| Well; if ever I saw such another man since my mother bound my 222:58,001[C ]| head 222:58,002[C ]| You a gentleman! marry come up$5$, I wonder where you were bred? 222:58,003[C ]| I am sure such words does not become a man of your cloth, 222:58,004[C ]| I would not give such language to$4$ a dog, faith and troth. 222:58,005[C ]| Yes; you called my master a knave; fie Mr*Sheridan, it is a shame 222:58,006[C ]| For$4$ a parson, who$6#1$ should know better things, to$9$ come out with 222:58,006[C ]| such a name. 222:58,007[C ]| Knave in$4$ your teeth, Mr*Sheridan, it is both a shame and a sin, 222:58,008[C ]| And the Dean my master is an honester man than you and all your 222:58,008[C ]| kin: 222:58,009[C ]| He has more goodness in$4$ his little finger, than you have in$4$ your 222:58,009[C ]| whole body, 222:58,010[C ]| My master is a pardonable man, and not a spindle-shanked 222:58,010[C ]| hoddy-doddy. 222:58,011[C ]| And now whereby I find you would fain make an excuse, 222:58,012[C ]| Because my master one day, in$4$ anger, called you goose. 222:58,013[C ]| Which$6#1$, and I am sure I have been his servant four years since 222:58,013[C ]| October, 222:58,014[C ]| And he never called me worse than ""sweetheart"", drunk or sober: 222:58,015[C ]| Not that$3$ I know his Reverence was ever concerned to$4$ my 222:58,015[C ]| knowledge, 222:58,016[C ]| Though you and your come-rogues keep him out so$5#1$ late in$4$ your 222:58,016[C ]| wicked college. 222:58,017[C ]| You say you will$1$ eat grass on$4$ his grave: a Christian eat grass! 222:58,018[C ]| Whereby you now confess yourself to$9$ be a goose or an ass: 222:58,019[C ]| But that$6#2$ is as much as to$9$ say, that$3$ my master should die before ye; 222:58,020[C ]| Well, well, that$6#2$ is as God pleases, and I do not believe that$6#2$ is a true 222:58,020[C ]| story, 222:58,021[C ]| And to$9$ say I told you so$5#2$, and you may go tell my master; what care 222:58,021[C ]| I? 222:58,022[C ]| And I do not care who$6#1$ knows it, it is all one to$4$ Mary. 222:58,023[C ]| Everybody knows, that$3$ I love to$9$ tell truth, and shame the devil; 222:58,024[C ]| I am but a poor servant, but I think gentlefolks should be civil. 222:58,025[C ]| Besides, you found fault with our victuals one day that$6#1$ you was 222:58,025[C ]| here, 222:58,026[C ]| I remember it was upon$4$ a Tuesday, of all days in$4$ the year. 222:58,027[C ]| And Saunders the man says, you are always jesting and mocking, 222:58,028@b | ""Mary"" 222:58,028[C ]| said he, (one day, as I was mending my master's stocking,) 222:58,029@b | ""My master is so$5#1$ fond of that$6#2$ minister that$6#1$ keeps the school; 222:58,030@b | I thought my master a wise man, but that$6#2$ man makes him a fool."" 222:58,031@c | ""Saunders"" 222:58,031[C ]| said I, 222:58,031@c | ""I would rather than a quart of ale, 222:58,032@c | He would come into our kitchen, and I would pin a dishclout to$4$ 222:58,032@c | his tail."" 222:58,033[C ]| And now I must go, and get Saunders to$9$ direct this letter, 222:58,034[C ]| For$3$ I write but a sad scrawl, but sister Marget she writes better. 222:58,035[C ]| Well, but I must run and make the bed before my master comes 222:58,035[C ]| from prayers, 222:58,036[C ]| And see now, it strikes ten, and I hear him coming upstairs: 222:58,037[C ]| Whereof I could say more to$4$ your verses, if I could write written 222:58,037[C ]| hand, 222:58,038[C ]| And so$3$ I remain in$4$ a civil way, your servant to$9$ command, 222:58,039[C ]| MARY. 222:59,000[' ]| <\A Letter to the Reverend Dr Sheridan\> 222:59,000[' ]| 222:59,001[A ]| Whatever your predecessors taught us, 222:59,002[A ]| I have a great esteem for$4$ Plautus; 222:59,003[A ]| And think your boys may gather there-hence 222:59,004[A ]| More wit and humour than from Terence. 222:59,005[A ]| But as to$4$ comic Aristophanes, 222:59,006[A ]| The rogue is too bawdy and too prophane is. 222:59,007[A ]| I went in$4$ vain to$9$ look for$4$ Eupolis, 222:59,008[A ]| Down in$4$ the Strand just where the new pole is, 222:59,009[A ]| For$3$ I can tell you one thing, that$6#2$ I can, 222:59,010[A ]| You will$1$ not find it in$4$ the Vatican. 222:59,011[A ]| He and Cratinus used, as Horace says, 222:59,012[A ]| To$9$ take his greatest grandees for$4$ asses. 222:59,013[A ]| Poets, in$4$ those days, used to$9$ venture high, 222:59,014[A ]| But these are lost full many a century. 222:59,015[A ]| Thus you may see, dear friend, \7ex 7pede\ hence 222:59,016[A ]| My judgement of the old comedians. 222:59,017[A ]| Proceed to$4$ tragics, first Euripides 222:59,018[A ]| (An author, where I sometimes dip a-days) 222:59,019[A ]| Is rightly censured by$4$ the Stagirite, 222:59,020[A ]| Who$6#1$ says, his numbers do not fadge a-right. 222:59,021[A ]| A friend of mine, that$6#2$ author despises 222:59,022[A ]| So$5#1$ much, he swears the very best piece is, 222:59,023[A ]| For$4$ aught he knows, as bad as Thespis's. 222:59,024[A ]| And that$3$ a woman, in$4$ those tragedies 222:59,025[A ]| Commonly speaking, but a sad jade is. 222:59,026[A ]| At least, I am well assured, that$3$ no$2$ folk lays 222:59,027[A ]| The weight on$4$ him, they do on$4$ Sophocles. 222:59,028[A ]| But above all I prefer Aeschylus, 222:59,029[A ]| Whose moving touches, when they please, kill us. 222:59,030[A ]| And now I find my muse but ill able 222:59,031[A ]| To$9$ hold out longer in$4$ trisyllable. 222:59,032[A ]| I chose these rhymes out, for$4$ their difficulty. 222:59,033[A ]| Will$1$ you return as hard ones, if I call to$4$ ye? 222:60,000[' ]| <\To Mr Delany\> 222:60,001[A ]| To$4$ you, whose virtues I must own 222:60,002[A ]| With shame, I have too lately known; 222:60,003[A ]| To$4$ you, by$4$ art and nature taught 222:60,004[A ]| To$9$ be the man I long have sought, 222:60,005[A ]| Had not ill fate, perverse and blind, 222:60,006[A ]| Placed you in$4$ life too far behind; 222:60,007[A ]| Or what I should repine at more, 222:60,008[A ]| Placed me in$4$ life too far before; 222:60,009[A ]| To$4$ you the muse this verse bestows, 222:60,010[A ]| Which$6#1$ might as well have been in$4$ prose; 222:60,011[A ]| No$2$ thought, no$2$ fancy, no$2$ sublime, 222:60,012[A ]| But simple topics told in$4$ rhyme. 222:60,013[A ]| Three gifts for$4$ conversation fit 222:60,014[A ]| Are humour, raillery and wit: 222:60,015[A ]| The last, as boundless as the wind, 222:60,016[A ]| Is well conceived though not defined; 222:60,017[A ]| For$3$, sure, by$4$ wit is only meant 222:60,018[A ]| Applying what we first invent: 222:60,019[A ]| What humour is, not all the tribe 222:60,020[A ]| Of logic-mongers can describe; 222:60,021[A ]| Here, only nature acts her part, 222:60,022[A ]| Unhelped by$4$ practice, books, or art. 222:60,023[A ]| For$3$ wit and humour differ quite, 222:60,024[A ]| That$6#2$ gives surprise, and this delight: 222:60,025[A ]| Humour is odd, grotesque, and wild, 222:60,026[A ]| Only by$4$ affectation spoiled, 222:60,027[A ]| It is never by$4$ invention got, 222:60,028[A ]| Men have it when thy know it not. 222:60,029[A ]| Our conversation to$9$ refine 222:60,030[A ]| True humour must with wit combine; 222:60,031[A ]| From both, we learn to$9$ rally well; 222:60,032[A ]| Wherein French writers most excel: 222:60,033[A ]| Voiture in$4$ various lights displays 222:60,034[A ]| That$6#2$ irony which$6#1$ turns to$9$ praise; 222:60,035[A ]| His genius first found out the rule 222:60,036[A ]| For$4$ an obliging ridicule: 222:60,037[A ]| He flatters with peculiar air 222:60,038[A ]| The brave, the witty, and the fair; 222:60,039[A ]| And fools would fancy he intends 222:60,040[A ]| A satire where he most commends. 222:60,041[A ]| But as a poor pretending beau 222:60,042[A ]| Because he fain would make a show, 222:60,043[A ]| Nor can afford to$9$ buy gold lace, 222:60,044[A ]| Takes up$5$ with copper in$4$ the place; 222:60,045[A ]| So$3$, the pert dunces of mankind 222:60,046[A ]| Whenever they would be thought refined, 222:60,047[A ]| Because the difference lies abstruse 222:60,048[A ]| Between raillery and gross abuse, 222:60,049[A ]| To$9$ show their parts will$1$ scold and rail, 222:60,050[A ]| Like$4$ porters over a pot of ale. 222:60,051[A ]| Such is that$6#2$ clan of boisterous bears 222:60,052[A ]| Always together by$4$ the ears; 222:60,053[A ]| Shrewd fellows, and arch wags, a tribe 222:60,054[A ]| That$6#1$ meet for$4$ nothing but to$9$ gibe; 222:60,055[A ]| Who$6#1$ first run one another down, 222:60,056[A ]| And then fall foul on$4$ all the town; 222:60,057[A ]| Skilled in$4$ the horse-laugh and dry rub, 222:60,058[A ]| And called by$4$ excellence, ""the Club"": 222:60,059[A ]| I mean your Butler, Dawson, Carr, 222:60,060[A ]| All special friends, and always jar. 222:60,061[A ]| The mettled and the vicious steed 222:60,062[A ]| Do not more differ in$4$ their breed, 222:60,063[A ]| Nay, Voiture is as like$4$ Tom*Leigh, 222:60,064[A ]| As rudeness is to$4$ repartee. 222:60,065[A ]| If what you said, I wish unspoke, 222:60,066[A ]| It will$1$ not suffice, it was a joke. 222:60,067[A ]| Reproach not though in$4$ jest a friend 222:60,068[A ]| For$4$ those defects he can not mend; 222:60,069[A ]| His lineage, calling, shape or sense 222:60,070[A ]| If named with scorn, gives just offence. 222:60,071[A ]| What use in$4$ life, to$9$ make men fret? 222:60,072[A ]| Part in$4$ worse humour than they met? 222:60,073[A ]| Thus all society is lost, 222:60,074[A ]| Men laugh at one another's cost; 222:60,075[A ]| And half the company is teased 222:60,076[A ]| That$6#1$ came together to$9$ be pleased: 222:60,077[A ]| For$3$ all buffoons have most in$4$ view 222:60,078[A ]| To$9$ please themselves by$4$ vexing you. 222:60,079[A ]| When jests are carried on$5$ too far, 222:60,080[A ]| And the loud laugh proclaims the war; 222:60,081[A ]| You keep your countenance for$4$ shame 222:60,082[A ]| Yet still you think your friend to$9$ blame. 222:60,083[A ]| And though men cry, they love a jest, 222:60,084[A ]| It is but when others stand the test, 222:60,085[A ]| For$3$ would you have their meaning known? 222:60,086[A ]| They love a jest ~~ when it is their own. 222:60,087[A ]| You wonder now to$9$ see me write 222:60,088[A ]| So$5#1$ gravely, where the subject is light. 222:60,089[A ]| Some part of what I here design 222:60,090[A ]| Regards a friend of yours and mine, 222:60,091[A ]| Who$6#1$ full of humour, fire and wit, 222:60,092[A ]| Not always judges what is fit; 222:60,093[A ]| But loves to$9$ take prodigious rounds, 222:60,094[A ]| And sometimes walks beyond his bounds. 222:60,095[A ]| You must, although the point be nice, 222:60,096[A ]| Venture to$9$ give him some advice. 222:60,097[A ]| Few hints from you will$1$ set him right, 222:60,098[A ]| And teach him how to$9$ be polite. 222:60,099[A ]| Let him, like$4$ you, observe with care 222:60,100[A ]| Whom to$9$ be hard on$5$, whom to$9$ spare: 222:60,101[A ]| Nor indiscreetly to$9$ suppose 222:60,102[A ]| All subjects like$4$ Dan*Jackson's nose. 222:60,103[A ]| To$9$ study the obliging jest, 222:60,104[A ]| By$4$ reading those who$6#1$ teach it best. 222:60,105[A ]| For$4$ prose, I recommend Voiture's, 222:60,106[A ]| For$4$ verse, (I speak my judgement) yours: 222:60,107[A ]| He will$1$ find the secret out from thence 222:60,108[A ]| To$9$ rhyme all day without offence; 222:60,109[A ]| And I no$2$ more shall then accuse 222:60,110[A ]| The flirts of his ill-mannered muse. 222:60,111[A ]| If he be guilty, you must mend him, 222:60,112[A ]| If he be innocent, defend him. 222:62,000[' ]| <\Dan*Jackson's Reply\> 222:62,000[' ]| 222:62,001[B ]| Wearied with saying grace and prayer, 222:62,002[B ]| I hastened down to$4$ country air, 222:62,003[B ]| To$9$ read your answer, and prepare 222:62,004[B ]| Reply to$4$ it. 222:62,005[B ]| But your fair lines so$5#1$ grossly flatter, 222:62,006[B ]| Pray do they praise me or bespatter? 222:62,007[B ]| I must suspect you mean the latter, 222:62,008[B ]| Ah sly-boot! 222:62,009[B ]| It must be so$5#2$; what else, alas, 222:62,010[B ]| Can mean my culling of a face, 222:62,011[B ]| And all that$6#2$ stuff of toilet, glass, 222:62,012[B ]| And box-comb? 222:62,013[B ]| But be it as it will$1$, this you must grant, 222:62,014[B ]| That$3$ you are a daub, whilst I but paint, 222:62,015[B ]| Then which$6#2$ of us two is the quaint-er 222:62,016[B ]| coxcomb? 222:62,017[B ]| I value not your jokes of noose, 222:62,018[B ]| Your gibes and all your foul abuse, 222:62,019[B ]| More than the dirt beneath my shoes, 222:62,020[B ]| Nor fear it. 222:62,021[B ]| Yet one thing vexes me, I own, 222:62,022[B ]| Thou sorry scarecrow of skin and bone, 222:62,023[B ]| To$9$ be called lean by$4$ a skeleton, 222:62,024[B ]| Who$6#2$ would bear it? 222:62,025[B ]| It is true indeed, to$9$ curry friends, 222:62,026[B ]| You seem to$9$ praise to$9$ make amends, 222:62,027[B ]| And yet before your stanza ends 222:62,028[B ]| You flout me 222:62,029[B ]| About latent charms beneath my clothes; 222:62,030[B ]| For$3$ everyone that$6#1$ knows me, knows 222:62,031[B ]| That$3$ I have nothing like$4$ my nose 222:62,032[B ]| About me. 222:62,033[B ]| I pass now where you steer and laugh 222:62,034[B ]| Because I call Dan my better half, 222:62,035[B ]| Oh, there you think you have me safe! 222:62,036[B ]| But hold sir, 222:62,037[B ]| Is not a penny often found 222:62,038[B ]| To$9$ be much greater than a pound? 222:62,039[B ]| By$4$ your good leave, my most profound 222:62,040[B ]| And bold sir, 222:62,041[B ]| Dan is noble metal, Sherry base; 222:62,042[B ]| So$3$ Dan is the better, though the less, 222:62,043[B ]| An ounce of gold is worth ten of brass, 222:62,044[B ]| Dull pedant. 222:62,045[B ]| As to$4$ your spelling, let me see, 222:62,046[B ]| If S*H*E makes \sher\, and R*I makes \ry\, 222:62,047[B ]| Good spelling, master, your crany 222:62,048[B ]| Has lead on$4$ it. 222:63,000[' ]| <\Another Reply by the Dean\> 222:63,000[' ]| 222:63,001[B ]| Three days for$4$ an answer I have waited, 222:63,002[B ]| I thought an ace you would never have bated, 222:63,003[B ]| And art thou forced to$9$ yield, ill-fated 222:63,004[B ]| Poetaster? 222:63,005[B ]| Henceforth acknowledge, that$3$ a nose 222:63,006[B ]| Of thy dimension is fit for$4$ prose, 222:63,007[B ]| But everyone that$6#1$ knows Dan, knows 222:63,008[B ]| Thy master. 222:63,009[B ]| Blush for$4$ ill spelling, for$4$ ill lines, 222:63,010[B ]| And fly with hurry to$4$ Ramines; 222:63,011[B ]| Thy fame, thy genius now declines, 222:63,012[B ]| Proud boaster. 222:63,013[B ]| I hear with some concern you roar, 222:63,014[B ]| And flying think to$9$ quit the score, 222:63,015[B ]| By$4$ clapping billets on$4$ your door 222:63,016[B ]| And posts, sir. 222:63,017[B ]| Thy ruin, Tom, I never meant, 222:63,018[B ]| I am grieved to$9$ hear your banishment, 222:63,019[B ]| But pleased to$9$ find you do relent 222:63,020[B ]| And cry on$5$. 222:63,021[B ]| I mauled you when you looked so$5#1$ bluff, 222:63,022[B ]| But now I will$1$ secret keep your stuff; 222:63,023[B ]| For$3$ know, prostration is enough 222:63,024[B ]| To$4$ the lion. 222:64,000[' ]| <\Sheridan's Submission\> 222:64,000[' ]| 222:64,000[' ]| <\7Cedo 7jam, 7misrae 7cognoscens 7proemia 7rixae,\> 222:64,000[' ]| <\7Si 7rixa 7est, 7whi 7tu 7pulsas, 7ego 7vapulo 7tantum.\> 222:64,001[B ]| Poor Sherry, inglorious, 222:64,002[B ]| To$4$ Dan the victorious, 222:64,003[B ]| Presents, as it is fitting, 222:64,004[B ]| Petition and greeting. 222:64,005[B ]| To$4$ you victorious and brave, 222:64,006[B ]| Your new subdued and suppliant slave 222:64,007[B ]| Most humbly sues for$4$ pardon. 222:64,008[B ]| Who$6#1$ when I fought still cut me down, 222:64,009[B ]| And when I, vanquished, fled the town, 222:64,010[B ]| Pursued and laid me hard on$5$. 222:64,011[B ]| Now lowly crouched, I cry ""Peccavi"", 222:64,012[B ]| And prostrate, supplicate \9pour 9ma 9vie\. 222:64,013[B ]| Your mercy I rely on$4$. 222:64,014[B ]| For$3$ you, my conqueror and my king, 222:64,015[B ]| In$4$ pardoning, as in$4$ punishing, 222:64,016[B ]| Will$1$ show yourself a lion. 222:64,017[B ]| Alas, sir I had no$2$ design, 222:64,018[B ]| But was unwarily drawn in$5$; 222:64,019[B ]| For$4$ spite I never had any. 222:64,020[B ]| It was the damned squire with the hard name, 222:64,021[B ]| The devil too that$6#1$ owed me a shame, 222:64,022[B ]| The devil and Delany. 222:64,023[B ]| They tempted me to$9$ attack your highness, 222:64,024[B ]| And then, with wonted wile and slyness, 222:64,025[B ]| They left me in$4$ the lurch. 222:64,026[B ]| Unhappy wretch! for$3$ now, I ween, 222:64,027[B ]| I have nothing left to$9$ vent my spleen 222:64,028[B ]| But ferula and birch; 222:64,029[B ]| And they, alas, yield small relief, 222:64,030[B ]| Seem rather to$9$ renew my grief, 222:64,031[B ]| My wounds bleed all anew: 222:64,032[B ]| For$3$ every stroke goes to$4$ my heart, 222:64,033[B ]| And at each last I feel the smart 222:64,034[B ]| Of lash laid on$5$ by$4$ you. 222:65,000[' ]| <\The Author's Manner of Living\> 222:65,001[A ]| On$4$ rainy days alone I dine, 222:65,002[A ]| Upon$4$ a chick, and pint of wine. 222:65,003[A ]| On$4$ rainy days, I dine alone, 222:65,004[A ]| And pick my chicken to$4$ the bone: 222:65,005[A ]| But this my servants much enrages, 222:65,006[A ]| No$2$ scraps remain to$9$ save board-wages. 222:65,007[A ]| In$4$ weather fine I nothing spend, 222:65,008[A ]| But often sponge upon$4$ a friend: 222:65,009[A ]| Yet where he is not so$5#1$ rich as I; 222:65,010[A ]| I pay my club, and so$3$ God*b'*y' ~~ 222:67,000[' ]| <\A Quiet Life and a Good Name\> 222:67,000[' ]| 222:67,001[' ]| Nell scolded in$4$ so$5#1$ loud a din, 222:67,002[' ]| That$3$ Will durst hardly venture in$5$: 222:67,003[' ]| He marked the conjugal dispute; 222:67,004[' ]| Nell roared incessant, Dick sat mute: 222:67,005[' ]| But, when he saw his friend appear 222:67,006[' ]| Cried bravely, 222:67,006[B ]| ""Patience, good my dear."" 222:67,007[' ]| At sight of Will she bawled no$2$ more, 222:67,008[' ]| But hurried oout, and clapped the door. 222:67,009[C ]| ""Why Dick! the devil is in$4$ thy Nell,"" 222:67,010[' ]| Quoth Will; 222:67,010[C ]| ""thy house is worse than hell: 222:67,011[C ]| Why, what a peal the jade has rung! 222:67,012[C ]| Damn her, why do not you slit her tongue? 222:67,013[C ]| For$3$ nothing else will$1$ make it cease."" 222:67,014[B ]| ""Dear Will, I suffer this for$4$ peace; 222:67,015[B ]| I never quarrel with my wife, 222:67,016[B ]| I bear it for$4$ a quiet life. 222:67,017[B ]| Scripture you know exhorts us to$4$ it; 222:67,018[B ]| Bids us to$9$ \seek peace and ensue it\."" 222:67,019[' ]| Will went again to$9$ visit Dick 222:67,020[' ]| And entering in$4$ the very nick, 222:67,021[' ]| He saw virago Nell belabour, 222:67,022[' ]| With Dick's own staff, his peaceful neighbour; 222:67,023[' ]| Poor Will, who$6#1$ needs must interpose, 222:67,024[' ]| Received a brace or two of blows. 222:67,025[' ]| But now, to$9$ make my story short, 222:67,026[' ]| Will drew out Dick to$9$ take a quart, 222:67,027[C ]| ""Why Dick, thy wife has devilish whims: 222:67,028[C ]| Od's-buds, why do not you break her limbs? 222:67,029[C ]| If she were mine, and had such tricks, 222:67,030[C ]| I would teach her how to$9$ handle sticks: 222:67,031[C ]| Zounds, I would ship her to$4$ Jamaica 222:67,032[C ]| And truck the carrion for$4$ tobacca; 222:67,033[C ]| I would send her far enough away ~~ "" 222:67,034[B ]| ""Dear Will; but what would people say? 222:67,035[B ]| Lord! I should get so$5#1$ ill a name, 222:67,036[B ]| The neighbours round would cry out shame."" 222:67,037[' ]| Dick suffered for$4$ his peace and credit; 222:67,038[' ]| But who$6#2$ believed him when he said it? 222:67,039[' ]| Can he who$6#1$ makes himself a slave, 222:67,040[' ]| Consult his peace, or credit save? 222:67,041[' ]| Dick found it by$4$ his ill success, 222:67,042[' ]| His quiet small, his credit less. 222:67,043[' ]| She served him at the usual rate; 222:67,044[' ]| She stunned, and then she broke his pate. 222:67,045[' ]| And what he thought the hardest case, 222:67,046[' ]| The parish jeered him to$4$ his face: 222:67,047[' ]| Those men who$6#1$ wore the breeches least, 222:67,048[' ]| Called him a cuckold, fool and beast. 222:67,049[' ]| At home, he was pursued with noise; 222:67,050[' ]| Abroad, was pestered by$4$ the boys. 222:67,051[' ]| Within, his wife would break his bones, 222:67,052[' ]| Without, they pelted him with stones: 222:67,053[' ]| The prentices procured a riding 222:67,054[' ]| To$9$ act his patience and her chiding. 222:67,055[' ]| False patience, and mistaken pride! 222:67,056[' ]| There are ten thousand Dicks beside; 222:67,057[' ]| Slaves to$4$ their quiet and good name, 222:67,058[' ]| Are used like$4$ Dick, and bear the blame. 222:68,000[' ]| <\Phyllis\> 222:68,000[' ]| 222:68,001[' ]| Desponding Phyllis was endued 222:68,002[' ]| With every talent of a prude: 222:68,003[' ]| She trembled when a man drew near; 222:68,004[' ]| Salute her, and she turned her ear: 222:68,005[' ]| If over against her you were placed 222:68,006[' ]| She durst not look above your waist: 222:68,007[' ]| She would rather take you to$4$ her bed, 222:68,008[' ]| Than let you see her dress her head; 222:68,009[' ]| In$4$ church you heard her, through the crowd 222:68,010[' ]| Repeat the absolution loud; 222:68,011[' ]| In$4$ church, secure behind her fan 222:68,012[' ]| She durst behold that$6#2$ monster, man: 222:68,013[' ]| There practised how to$9$ place her head, 222:68,014[' ]| And bit her lips to$9$ make them red; 222:68,015[' ]| Or on$4$ the mat devoutly kneeling 222:68,016[' ]| Would lift her eyes up$5$ to$4$ the ceiling, 222:68,017[' ]| And heave her bosom, unaware, 222:68,018[' ]| For$4$ neighbouring beaux to$9$ see it bare. 222:68,019[' ]| At length a lucky lover came, 222:68,020[' ]| And found admittance to$4$ the dame. 222:68,021[' ]| Suppose all parties now agreed, 222:68,022[' ]| The writings drawn, the lawyer fee'd, 222:68,023[' ]| The vicar and the ring bespoke: 222:68,024[' ]| Guess, how could such a match be broke? 222:68,025[' ]| See then what mortals place their bliss in$4$! 222:68,026[' ]| Next morn betimes the bride was missing. 222:68,027[' ]| The mother screamed, the father chid; 222:68,028[' ]| Where can this idle wretch be hid? 222:68,029[' ]| No$2$ news of Phyl! The bridegroom came, 222:68,030[' ]| And thought his bride had skulked for$4$ shame, 222:68,031[' ]| Because her father used to$9$ say 222:68,032[' ]| The girl had such a bashful way. 222:68,033[' ]| Now John, the butler, must be sent 222:68,034[' ]| To$9$ learn the road that$6#1$ Phyllis went; 222:68,035[' ]| The groom was wished to$9$ saddle Crop; 222:68,036[' ]| For$3$ John must neither light nor stop; 222:68,037[' ]| But find her wheresoever she fled, 222:68,038[' ]| And bring her back, alive or dead. 222:68,039[' ]| See here again the devil to$9$ do; 222:68,040[' ]| For$3$ truly John was missing too. 222:68,041[' ]| The horse and pillion both were gone! 222:68,042[' ]| Phyllis, it seems, was fled with John. 222:68,043[' ]| Old Madam, who$6#1$ went up$5$ to$9$ find 222:68,044[' ]| What papers Phyl had left behind, 222:68,045[' ]| A letter on$4$ the toilet sees, 222:68,046@b | To$4$ my much honoured father, ~~ these: 222:68,047[' ]| (It is always done, romances tell us, 222:68,048[' ]| When daughters run away with fellows) 222:68,049[' ]| Filled with the choicest commonplaces, 222:68,050[' ]| By$4$ others used in$4$ the like$2$ cases; 222:68,051@b | ""That$3$, long ago a fortune-teller 222:68,052@b | Exactly said what now befell her; 222:68,053@b | And in$4$ a glass had made her see 222:68,054@b | A serving-man of low degree. 222:68,055@b | It was her fate, must be forgiven, 222:68,056@b | For$3$ marriages were made in$4$ heaven: 222:68,057@b | His pardon begged, but to$9$ be plain, 222:68,058@b | She would do it if it were to$9$ do again. 222:68,059@b | Thank God, it was neither shame nor sin; 222:68,060@b | For$3$ John was come of honest kin. 222:68,061@b | Love never thinks of rich and poor, 222:68,062@b | She would beg with John from door to$4$ door: 222:68,063@b | Forgive her, if it be a crime, 222:68,064@b | She will$1$ never do it another time. 222:68,065@b | She never before in$4$ all her life 222:68,066@b | Once disobeyed him, maid nor wife. 222:68,067[' ]| One argument she summed up$5$ all in$4$, 222:68,068@b | The thing was done and past recalling: 222:68,069@b | And therefore hoped she should recover 222:68,070@b | His favour, when his passion is over. 222:68,071@b | She valued not what others thought her, 222:68,072@b | And was ~~ his most obedient daughter."" 222:68,073[' ]| Fair maidens all attend the muse 222:68,074[' ]| Who$6#1$ now the wandering pair pursues. 222:68,075[' ]| Away they rode in$4$ homely sort, 222:68,076[' ]| Their journey long, their money short; 222:68,077[' ]| The loving couple well bemired; 222:68,078[' ]| The horse and both the riders tired: 222:68,079[' ]| Their victuals bad, their lodging worse; 222:68,080[' ]| Phyl cried, and John began to$9$ curse; 222:68,081[' ]| Phyl wished, that$3$ she had strained a limb, 222:68,082[' ]| When first she ventured out with him: 222:68,083[' ]| John wished, that$3$ he had broke a leg 222:68,084[' ]| When first for$4$ her he quitted Peg. 222:68,085[' ]| But what adventures more befell them, 222:68,086[' ]| The muse hath now no$2$ time to$9$ tell them. 222:68,087[' ]| How Johnny wheedled, threatened, fawned, 222:68,088[' ]| Till Phyllis all her trinkets pawned: 222:68,089[' ]| How oft she broke her marriage vows 222:68,090[' ]| In$4$ kindness to$9$ maintain her spouse, 222:68,091[' ]| Till swains unwholesome spoiled the trade; 222:68,092[' ]| For$3$ now the surgeon must be paid, 222:68,093[' ]| To$4$ whom those perquisites are gone, 222:68,094[' ]| In$4$ Christian justice due to$4$ John. 222:68,095[' ]| When food and raiment now grew scarce, 222:68,096[' ]| Fate put a period in$4$ the farce, 222:68,097[' ]| And with exact poetic justice; 222:68,098[' ]| For$3$ John is landlord, Phyllis hostess: 222:68,099[' ]| They keep, at Staines, the Old*Blue*Boar, 222:68,100[' ]| Are cat and dog, and rogue and whore. 222:69,000[' ]| <\The Progress of Beauty\> 222:69,001[A ]| When first Diana leaves her bed, 222:69,002[A ]| Vapours and steams her looks disgrace, 222:69,003[A ]| A frowzy dirty coloured red 222:69,004[A ]| Sits on$4$ her cloudy wrinkled face; 222:69,005[A ]| But, by$4$ degrees, when mounted high, 222:69,006[A ]| Her artificial face appears 222:69,007[A ]| Down from her window in$4$ the sky, 222:69,008[A ]| Her spots are gone, her visage clears. 222:69,009[A ]| Between earthly females and the moon, 222:69,010[A ]| All parallels exactly run; 222:69,011[A ]| If Celia should appear too soon, 222:69,012[A ]| Alas, the nymph would be undone! 222:69,013[A ]| To$9$ see her from her pillow rise 222:69,014[A ]| All reeking in$4$ a cloudy steam, 222:69,015[A ]| Cracked lips, foul teeth, and gummy eyes; 222:69,016[A ]| Poor Strephon, how would he blaspheme! 222:69,017[A ]| The soot or powder which$6#1$ was wont 222:69,018[A ]| To$9$ make her hair look black as jet, 222:69,019[A ]| Falls from her tresses on$4$ her front 222:69,020[A ]| A mingled mass of dirt and sweat. 222:69,021[A ]| Three colours, black, and red, and white, 222:69,022[A ]| So$5#1$ graceful in$4$ their proper place, 222:69,023[A ]| Remove them to$4$ a different light. 222:69,024[A ]| They form a frightful hideous face. 222:69,025[A ]| For$4$ instance, when the lily skips 222:69,026[A ]| Into the precincts of the rose, 222:69,027[A ]| And takes possession of the lips, 222:69,028[A ]| Leaving the purple to$4$ the nose. 222:69,029[A ]| So$3$, Celia went entire to$4$ bed, 222:69,030[A ]| All her complexions safe and sound; 222:69,031[A ]| But when she rose, white, black, and red, 222:69,032[A ]| Though still in$4$ sight, had changed their ground. 222:69,033[A ]| The black, which$6#1$ would not be confined, 222:69,034[A ]| A more inferior station seeks, 222:69,035[A ]| Leaving the fiery red behind, 222:69,036[A ]| And mingles in$4$ her muddy cheeks. 222:69,037[A ]| The paint by$4$ perspiration cracks, 222:69,038[A ]| And falls in$4$ rivulets of sweat, 222:69,039[A ]| On$4$ either side you see the tracks, 222:69,040[A ]| While at her chin the confluents met. 222:69,041[A ]| A skilful housewife thus her thumb 222:69,042[A ]| With spittle while she spins, anoints, 222:69,043[A ]| And thus the brown meanders come 222:69,044[A ]| In$4$ trickling streams betwixt her joints. 222:69,045[A ]| But Celia can with ease reduce, 222:69,046[A ]| By$4$ help of pencil, paint and brush, 222:69,047[A ]| Each colour to$4$ its place and use, 222:69,048[A ]| And teach her cheeks again to$9$ blush. 222:69,049[A ]| She knows her early self no$2$ more: 222:69,050[A ]| But filled with admiration stands, 222:69,051[A ]| As other painters oft adore 222:69,052[A ]| The workmanship of their own hands. 222:69,053[A ]| Thus, after four important hours 222:69,054[A ]| Celia is the wonder of her sex; 222:69,055[A ]| Say, which$6#2$ among the heavenly powers 222:69,056[A ]| Could cause such marvellous effects? 222:69,057[A ]| Venus, indulgent to$4$ her kind, 222:69,058[A ]| Gave women all their hearts could wish 222:69,059[A ]| When first she taught them where to$9$ find 222:69,060[A ]| White lead and Lusitanian dish. 222:69,061[A ]| Love with white lead cements his wings, 222:69,062[A ]| White lead was sent us to$9$ repair 222:69,063[A ]| Two brightest, brittlest, earthly things, 222:69,064[A ]| A lady's face, and china-ware. 222:69,065[A ]| She ventures now to$9$ lift the sash, 222:69,066[A ]| The window is her proper sphere: 222:69,067[A ]| Ah, lovely nymph! be not too rash, 222:69,068[A ]| Nor let the beaux approach too near. 222:69,069[A ]| Take pattern by$4$ your sister star, 222:69,070[A ]| Delude at once, and bless our sight, 222:69,071[A ]| When you are seen, be seen from far, 222:69,072[A ]| And chiefly choose to$9$ shine by$4$ night. 222:69,073[A ]| In$4$ the Pall*Mall when passing by$5$, 222:69,074[A ]| Keep up$5$ the glasses of your chair, 222:69,075[A ]| Then each transported fop will$1$ cry, 222:69,076@w | ""God damn me Jack, she is wondrous fair."" 222:69,077[A ]| But, art no$2$ longer can prevail 222:69,078[A ]| When the materials all are gone, 222:69,079[A ]| The best mechanic hand must fail, 222:69,080[A ]| When nothing is left to$9$ work upon$4$. 222:69,081[A ]| Matter, as wise logicians say, 222:69,082[A ]| Can not without a form subsist; 222:69,083[A ]| And form, say I, as well as they, 222:69,084[A ]| Must fail, if matter brings no$2$ grist. 222:69,085[A ]| And this is fair Diana's case; 222:69,086[A ]| For$3$ all astrologers maintain, 222:69,087[A ]| Each night a bit drops off her face, 222:69,088[A ]| While mortals say she is in$4$ her wane. 222:69,089[A ]| While Partridge wisely shows the cause 222:69,090[A ]| Efficient of the moon's decay, 222:69,091[A ]| That$3$ Cancer with his poisonous claws, 222:69,092[A ]| Attacks her in$4$ the Milky*Way: 222:69,093[A ]| But Gadbury, in$4$ art profound, 222:69,094[A ]| From her pale cheeks pretends to$9$ show, 222:69,095[A ]| That$3$ swain Endymion is not sound, 222:69,096[A ]| Or else, that$3$ Mercury is her foe. 222:69,097[A ]| But, let the cause be what it will$1$, 222:69,098[A ]| In$4$ half a month she looks so$5#1$ thin, 222:69,099[A ]| That$3$ Flamsteed can, with all his skill 222:69,100[A ]| See but her forehead and her chin. 222:69,101[A ]| Yet, as she wastes, she grows discreet, 222:69,102[A ]| Till midnight never shows her head: 222:69,103[A ]| So$3$ rotting Celia strolls the street, 222:69,104[A ]| When sober folks are all abed. 222:69,105[A ]| For$3$ sure if this be Luna's fate, 222:69,106[A ]| Poor Celia, but of mortal race, 222:69,107[A ]| In$4$ vain expects a longer date 222:69,108[A ]| To$4$ the materials of her face. 222:69,109[A ]| When Mercury her tresses mows 222:69,110[A ]| To$9$ think of black lead combs is vain, 222:69,111[A ]| No$2$ painting can restore a nose, 222:69,112[A ]| Nor will$1$ her teeth return again. 222:69,113[A ]| Two balls of glass may serve for$4$ eyes, 222:69,114[A ]| White lead can plaster up$5$ a cleft, 222:69,115[A ]| But these alas, are poor supplies 222:69,116[A ]| If neither cheeks, nor lips be left. 222:69,117[A ]| Ye powers, who$6#1$ over love preside, 222:69,118[A ]| Since mortal beauties drop so$5#1$ soon, 222:69,119[A ]| If you would have us well supplied, 222:69,120[A ]| Send us new nymphs with each new moon. 222:70,000[' ]| <\The Progress of Poetry\> 222:70,001[A ]| The farmer's goose, who$6#1$ in$4$ the stubble, 222:70,002[A ]| Has fed without restraint, or trouble; 222:70,003[A ]| Grown fat with corn and sitting still, 222:70,004[A ]| Can scarce get over the barn-door sill: 222:70,005[A ]| And hardly waddles forth, to$9$ cool 222:70,006[A ]| Her belly in$4$ the neighbouring pool: 222:70,007[A ]| Nor loudly cackles at the door; 222:70,008[A ]| For$3$ cackling shows the goose is poor. 222:70,009[A ]| But when she must be turned to$9$ graze, 222:70,010[A ]| And round the barren common strays, 222:70,011[A ]| Hard exercise, and harder fare, 222:70,012[A ]| Soon make my dame grow lank and spare: 222:70,013[A ]| Her body light, she tries her wings, 222:70,014[A ]| And scorns the ground, and upward springs, 222:70,015[A ]| While all the parish, as she flies, 222:70,016[A ]| Hear sounds harmonious from the skies. 222:70,017[A ]| Such is the poet, fresh in$4$ pay, 222:70,018[A ]| (The third night's profits of his play;) 222:70,019[A ]| His morning-draughts till noon can swill, 222:70,020[A ]| Among his brethren of the quill: 222:70,021[A ]| With good roast beef his belly full, 222:70,022[A ]| Grown lazy, foggy, fat, and dull: 222:70,023[A ]| Deep sunk in$4$ plenty, and delight, 222:70,024[A ]| What poet ever could take his flight? 222:70,025[A ]| Or stuffed with phlegm up$5$ to$4$ the throat, 222:70,026[A ]| What poet ever could sing a note? 222:70,027[A ]| Nor Pegasus could bear the load, 222:70,028[A ]| Along the high celestial road; 222:70,029[A ]| The steed, oppressed, would break his girth, 222:70,030[A ]| To$9$ raise the lumber from the earth. 222:70,031[A ]| But, view him in$4$ another scene, 222:70,032[A ]| When all his drink is Hippocrene; 222:70,033[A ]| His money spent, his patrons fail, 222:70,034[A ]| His credit out for$4$ cheese and ale; 222:70,035[A ]| His two-year's coat so$5#1$ smooth and bare, 222:70,036[A ]| Through every thread it lets in$4$ air; 222:70,037[A ]| With hungry meals his body pined, 222:70,038[A ]| His guts and belly full of wind; 222:70,039[A ]| And, like$4$ a jockey in$4$ a race, 222:70,040[A ]| His flesh brought down to$4$ flying case: 222:70,041[A ]| Now his exalted spirit loathes 222:70,042[A ]| Incumbrances of food and clothes; 222:70,043[A ]| And up$5$ he rises like$4$ a vapour, 222:70,044[A ]| Supported high on$4$ wings of paper; 222:70,045[A ]| He singing flies, and flying sings, 222:70,046[A ]| While from below all Grub*Street rings.