On thee fhe calls, on thee her parent dear!
(Ah! too remote to ward the shameful blow !)
She fees no kind domeftick vifage near,
And foon a flood of tears begins to flow;
And gives a loose at laft to unavailing woe.
XXII.

But ah! what pen his piteous plight may trace?
Or what device his loud laments explain?
The form uncouth of his disguised face?
The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain?

The plenteous fhow'r that does his cheek distain?
When he, in abject wife, implores the dame,
Ne hopeth ought of sweet reprieve to gain;
Or when from high fhe levels well her aim,
And, thro' the thatch, his cries each falling ftroke proclaim.
XXIII.

The other tribe, aghaft, with fore difmay, Attend, and conn their tasks with mickle care: By turns, aftony'd, ev'ry twig furvey, And,, from their fellow's hateful wounds, beware; Knowing, I wift, how each the fame may share ; Till Fear has taught them a performance meet, And to the well-known cheft the dame repair;' When oft with fugar'd cates fhe doth 'em greet, And ginger-bread y-rare; now, certes, doubly fweet!

XXIV. See

XXIV.

See to their feats they hye with merry glee,
And in befeemly order fitten there;

All but the wight of bum y-galled, he

Abhorreth bench and ftool, and fourm, and chair; (This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his hair;) And eke with fnubs profound, and heaving breast, Convulfions intermitting! does declare

His grievous wrong; his dame's unjust beheft; And scorns her offer'd love, and fhuns to be carefs'd. XXV.

His face befprent with liquid crystal shines,
His blooming face that seems a purple flow'r,
Which low to earth its drooping head declines,
All smear'd and fully'd by a vernal show'r.
O the hard bofoms of defpotick pow'r !
All, all, but she, the author of his shame,
All, all, but she, regret this mournful hour:
Yet hence the youth, and hence the flow'r, fhall claim,
If so I deem aright, tranfcending worth and fame.
XXVI.

Behind fome door, in melancholy thought,
Mindlefs of food, he, dreary caitiff! pines;
Ne for his fellow's joyaunce careth ought,
Bat to the wind all merriment refign's;

And

And deems it fhame, if he to peace inclines;
And many a fullen look afcance is fent,
Which for his dame's annoyance he defigns;
And still the more to pleasure him she's bent,

The more doth he, perverse, her haviour past refent.
XXVII.

Ah me! how much I fear left pride it be !
But if that pride it be, which thus infpires,
Beware, ye dames, with nice difcernment fee,
Ye quench not too the fparks of nobler fires:
Ah! better far than all the Mufes' lyres,
All coward arts, is valour's gen'rous heat;
The firm fixt breaft which Fit and Right requires,
Like Vernon's patriot foul; more juftly great
Than craft that pimps for ill, or flow'ry false deceit.
XXVIII.

Yet nurs'd with skill, what dazling fruits appear!
Ev'n now fagacious Forefight points to show

A little bench of heedlefs bishops here,
And there a chancellour in embryo,

Or bard fublime, if bard may e'er be so,

As Milton, Shakespeare, names that ne'er shall dye! Tho' now he crawl along the ground fo low,

Nor weeting how the Mufe fhou'd foar on high, Wifheth, poor ftarvling elf! his paper-kite may fly.

XXIX. And

XXIX.

And this perhaps, who, cens'ring the defign,
Low lays the house which that of cards doth build,
Shall Dennis be! if rigid fates incline,

And many an Epick to his rage fhall yield;
And many a poet quit th' Aonian field;
And, four'd by age, profound he shall appear,
As he who now with 'fdainful fury thrill'd
Surveys mine work; and levels many a fneer,
And furls his wrinkly front, and cries "What ftuff is here?"
XXX.

But now Dan Phoebus gains the middle skie,
And Liberty unbars their prifon-door;

And like a rushing torrent out they fly,
And now the graffy cirque han cover'd o'er
With boift'rous revel-rout and wild uproar;
A thoufand ways in wanton rings they run,
Heav'n fhield their fhort-liv'd paftimes, I implore!
For well may Freedom, erst so dearly won,
Appear to British elf more gladsome than the fun.
XXXI.

Enjoy, poor imps! enjoy your sportive trade;
And chafe gay flies, and cull the fairest flow'rs
For when my bones in grafs-green fods are laid;
For never may ye tafte more careless hours

In

In knightly caftles, or in ladies bow'rs.
O vain to feek delight in earthly thing!

But most in courts where proud Ambition tow❜rs; Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can spring Beneath the pompous dome of kefar or of king. XXXII.

See in each sprite fome various bent appear!
Thefe rudely carol moft incondite lay;....

Thofe faunt'ring on the green, with jocund leer
Salute the ftranger paffing on his way;
Some building fragile tenements of clay;

Some to the ftanding lake their courses bend,

t

With pebbles smooth at duck and drake to play; Thilk to the huxter's fav'ry cottage tend,

In pastry kings and queens th' allotted mite to spend. XXXIII.

Here, as each feafon yields a different ftore, Each feafon's flores in order ranged been; Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er, Galling full fore th' unmoney'd wight are feen; And goofe-b'rie clad in liv'ry red or green; And here of lovely dye, the Cath'rine pear, Fine pear! as lovely for thy juice, I ween: O may no wight e'er penny-lefs come there, Left fmit with ardent love he pine with hopeless care!

XXXIV. See!