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And thence exerting his refulgent ray,
Dispels the darkness, and reveals the day.
Force he prepard, but check’d the rash design;
For when, appearing in a form divine,
The Nymph surveys him, and beholds the

grace
Of charming features, and a youthful face;
In her soft breast consenting passions move,
And the warm maid confefs'd a mutual love.

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Evicit nubes, nullaque obstante reluxit.
Vimque parat: sed vi non est opus : inque figura
Capta Dei Nympha est, et mutua vulnera sentit,

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IMITATIONS

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EN GLISH

PO E T S.

Done by the Author in his Youth.

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I.
CHAUCER.

, Yet swinken nat fans fecresie. Thilke moral shall

ye understond,
From Schoole-boy's Tale of fayre Irelond:
Which to the Fennes hath him betake,
To filch the gray Ducke fro the Lake.
Right then, there passen by the way
His Aunt, and eke her Daughters tway.
Ducke in his Trowses hath he hent,
Not to be fpied of Ladies gent.
" But ho! our Nephew, (crieth one)
Ho! quoth another, Cozen John ;”
And stoapen, and lough, and callen out,-
This silly Clerk full low doth lout :
They asken that, and talken this,
“ Lo here is Coz, and here is Miss.”
But, as he glozeth with speeches foote,
The Ducke sore tickleth his Erse roote :
Fore-piece and buttons all-to-brest,
Forth thrult a white neck, and red crest.

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Te-he,

Te-he, cry'd Ladies; Clerke nought spake :
Miss star'd; and gray Ducke cryeth Quake.
“ O Moder, Moder, (quoth the daughter)
“ Be thilke same thing Maids longen a'ter ?
“ Bette is to pine on coals and chalke,
“ Then trust on Mon, whose yerde can talke."

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II.

SPENSER,

THE ALLE Y.

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IN every Town where Thamis rolls his Tyde,

A narrow Pass there is, with Houses low;
Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey'd,
And many a Boat, soft sliding to and fro.
There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe,

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The short thick Sob, loud Scream, and shriller Squall:
How can ye, Mothers, vex your children so?
Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall,
And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.

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And on the broken pavement, here and there,
Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie;
A brandy and tobacco shop is near,
And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by ;
And here a failor's jacket hangs to dry.
At every door are sun-burnt matrons seen,

15 Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry,

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Now singing fhrill, and scolding eft between;
Scolds answer foul-mouth'd scolds ; bad neighbourhood

I ween.

III.

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The snappish cur (the passengers annoy)
Close at my heel with yelping treble flies;
The whimp’ring girl, and hoarser-screaming boy,
Join to the yelping treble, thrilling cries;
The scolding Quean to louder notes doth rise,
And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound;
To her full pipes the grunting hog replies;

25 The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round, And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep base are drown'd.

IV.
Hard by a Sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days
Baskets of fish at Billinsgate did watch,

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Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice :
There learn’d the speech from tongues that never cease.
Slander beside her, like a Magpie, chatters,
With Envy, (fpitting Cat) dread foe to peace;
Like a curs’d Cur, Malice before her clatters,
And, vexing every wight, tears clothes and all to tatters.

V. Her dugs were mark'd by every Collier's hand, Her mouth was black as bull-dog's at the stall : She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace ne band, And bitch and rogue her answer was to all ; 40 Nay, e’en the parts of shame by name would call :

Yea,

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