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A Dorthe kirk was condemnd to the tool of repentance.
Mess John to his conscience his vices put home,
By the Same.
Cannon ball, one bloody day,
failor's leg away;
Z-ds! cries the Doctor, are you drunk,
A lying dog! cries Jack, he faid
A Fragment of CHAUCER.
By J. H. Efq;
RChat wonenhud for mannis
' ufe is made;
But naughty man likech not one, or so,
Upon an ALCOVE, now at Parson's Green.
Favorite Muse of SHENSTONE hear!
And leave awhile his blissful groves;
The Author's seat whom SHENŞTone loves.
Here the soul-harr'wing genius form'd
His PAMELA's enchanting story!
A martyr to our fex's glory!
"Twas here the noble-minded Howe
With ev'ry gen'rous passion glow'd: And here the gentle Belford's eyes
With manly forrows overflow'd.
Here Clementina, hapless maid !
With wild distress each bosom tears : And here the lovely Harriet own'd
A virgin's hopes, a virgin's fears,
Here Emily, sweet artless girl,
Fills ev'ry breast with strange delight! And when we fear her early fall,
Secures her conquest by her flight,
Here sprightly Charlotte's hum'rous wit
Dispenses mirth to all around : But, ah ! we tremble, whilst we smile,
Lelt its fine edge herself should wound.
Here GRANDISON, to crown the whole,
A bright exemplar stands confeft! Who stole those virtues we admire
From the great Author's glowing breast.
O sacred seat! be thou rever'd
By such as own thy master's pow'r ; And, like his works, for ages last,
Till fame and language are no more,
The COUNTRY PARSON.
Deep in the vale with tufted trees beset;
defeat, There stands a country parson's calm retreat.
View well the filent shade with sober eye, And wonder at the courtier's swollen luxury:
See to his garden's pale where close ally'd
A decent church the neighbouring glebé commands ;
Whofe beams are wreath'd about with virgin bands,
The furplice clean, and chancel newly whited,
Whofe furniture fhews housewifely, and neat;
Stately in use, excluding useless state,
And near it rosemary climbs up the wall;
An heartfome friend, replete with bounteous love,
(Not to avoid the taste but to improve ;)
Nor yet compleat, if I shou'd leave untold
Well knows the when to govern, when obey,
Vers'd in the rights and laws of womanhood ;
Nor hath fhe so much wit to be o'er-loud :
But cheerful sense and decent mirth impart
Who loves a fifter younger by a year ;
They fit and smile upon the prattling pair, (Who two sweet roses on one stalk appear)
And think upon themselves once fair and young, Before soft Cupid's golden bow became un trung.