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T.ibs, Notus, Auster:-f' thefe in frowns arrayM;
How then would fare or earth, or iky, or main,
Were the stern god to give his flaves the rein?
And were not she rebellious breasts to quell,
And were not she her statutes to maintain,
The cot no more, I ween, were deem'd the cell

Where comely peace of mind and decent order dwell.

A russet stole was o'er her fhoulders thrown, A russet kirtle fene'd the nipping air; 'Twas simple russet, but it was her own; 'Twa* her own country bred the flock fo fair: 'Twas her own labour did the fleece prepare j And, footh, to fay, her pupils rang'd around, Through pious awe, did term it passmg rare; For they in gaping wonderment abound, And think, no doubt, Ihe been the greatest wight on ground.

Albeit ne flatt'ry did corrupt her truth,

Ne pompous title did debauch her ear,

Goody, Good Woman, Gossip, u'Aunt, forfooth.

Or Dame, the fole additions fhe did hear;

Yet thefe the challeng'd, thefe lhe held right dear£

Ne would esteem him act as mought behove,

Who ihould not honour'd eld with thefe revere;

For never title yet fo mean could prove,

But there was eke a mind which did that title love.

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One ancient hen she took delight to feed,
The plodding pattern of the bufy dame;
Which, ever and anon, impell'd by need,
Into her fchool, begirt with chickens, came;

+ The south-west wind, south, &c.

Such favour did her past deportment claim: And if neglect had lavistVd on the ground Fragment of bread she would collect the fame; For well ihe knew, and quaintly could expound, What sin it were to waste the fmallest crumb lhe found.

Herbs, too, lhe knew, and well of each could fpeak, That in her garden sipt the silv'ry dew; Where no vain flow'r difclosM a gaudy flreak, But herbs for ufe, and physic, not a few, Of grey renown, within thofe borders grew; The tufted basil, pun-provoking thyme, Frefh baum, and marygold of cheerful hue, The lowly gil, that never dares to climb, And more I foin would sing, disdaining here to rhyme,

Yet euphrafy may riot be left unfung, That gives dim eyes to wand'ring leagues around, And pungent radilh, biting infant's tongue; And plantain ribbM, that heals the reaper's wound £ And marj'ram fweet, in lhepherd's posic found; And lavender, whofe fpikes of azure bloom Shall be, erewhile, in arid bundles bound, To lurk amid the labours of her loom, And crown her kerchiefs clean with mickle rare perfume.

And here trim rofemarine, that whilom crownM The daintiest garden of the proudest peer, Ere, driven from its euvy'd site, it found A facred fhelter for its branches here, Where, edgM with gold, its glittMng skirts appear, O wassel days! O customs meet and well! Ere this was banilh'd from its lofty fphere; Simplicity then fought this humble cell, Kpr eyer would ihe more with thane and lordling dwell.

Here oft the dame, on Sabbath's decent eve,
Hymned fuch pfalms as Sternhold forth did mete:
If winter 'twerc, Ihe to her hearth did cleafe:
But in her garden found her fummer fcat:
Sweet melody! to hear her then repeat
How Ifrael's fons, beneath a foreign king,
While taunting foe-men did a fong entreat,
All for the nonce, untuning every string, [sing.

Up-hung their ufelefs lyres—fmall heart had they to

For flie was just, and friend to virtuous lore, And pafs'd much time in truly virtuous deed; And in thofe elsins' ears would oft deplore The times when Truth by Popilh rage did bleed, And tortious death was true Devotion's meed: And simple Faith in iron chains did mourn, That nould on wooden image place her creed; And lawny faints on fmould'ring flames did burn: Ah, dearest Lord! forefend thilk days lhould e'er return.

In elbow-chair, like that of Scottifli stem,
By the fliarp tooth of cank'ring eld defae'd,
In which, when he receives his diadem,
Our fov'reign prince and liefest liege is plac'd,
The matron fate: and fome with rank fhe grae'd,
(The fource of children's and of courtier's pride!)
RedrefsM assronts (for vile assronts there pafs'd ;)
And warnM them not the fretful to deride,
But love each other dear, whatever them betide.

Right well lhe knew each temper to defcry;
To thwart the proud, and the fubmifs to raife;
Some with vile copper prize exalt on high,
And fome entice with pittance fmall of praife;

And other fome with baleful fprig ihe 'frays: E'en abfent, ihe the reins of pow'r doth hold. While with quaint arts the giddy crowd Ihe fways; Forewarns, if little bird their pranks behold, •Twill whifper in her ear, and all the fcene unfold.

Lo f now with state ihe utters the command! Eftfoons the urchins to their talks repair; Their books, of stature fmall, they take in hand, Which with pellucid horn fecured are, To fave from singer-wet the letters fair: The work fo gay, that on their back is feen, St. George's high achievements does declare, On which thilk wight that has y-gazing been, Kens the forth-coming rod, unpleasing sight, I ween!

Ah f lucklefs he, and born beneath the beam
Of evil star! it irks me whilst I write!
As erst the bard,f by Mulla's silver stream,
Oft, as,he told of deadly dolorous plight,
Sigh'd as he fung, and did in tears indite:
For, brandilhing the rod, the doth begin
To loofe the brogues, the stripling's late delight 1
And down they drop; appears fiis dainty /kin,
Fair as the furry coat of whitest: er mil in.

O ntfhful fcene! when, from a nook obfcure,
His little fister doth his peril fee;
* All playful as lhe fate, ihe grows demure,
She sinds full foon her wonted fpirits flee;
She meditates a pray'r to fet him free;
Nor gentle pardon could this dame deny,

.f Spenser.

(If gentle pardon could with dames agree}
To her fad grief that fwells in either eye,
And wrings her fo that all for pity she could die.

No longer can Ihe now her fhrieks command;
And hardly ihe forbears, through awful fear,
To rushen forth, and with prefumptuous hand,
To stay harm justice in iUmid career.
On thee flie calls, on thee, her parent dear!
(Ah! too remote to ward the snameful blow j)
She fees no kind domestic vifage near,
And foon a flood of tears begins to flow,
And gives a loofe at last: to unavailing woe.

But ah! what pen his piteous plight may trace?
Or what device his loud laments explain?
The form uncouth of his disguifed face 3
The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain?
The plenteous ihow'r that does his cheek distain?
When he in abject wife implores the dame,
Ne hopeth aught of fweet reprieve to gain;
Or when from high me levels well her aim,
And through the thatch his cries each falling stroke
proclaim.

The other tribe, aghast, with fore difmay,
Attend, and con their tasks with mickle care;
By turns, astony'd, ev'ry twig furvey,
And from their fellows hateful wounds beware;
Knowing, I wist, how each the fame may fhare;
Till fear has taught them a performance meet,
And to the well-known chest the dame repair,
Where oft with fugar'd cates ihe doth 'em greet.
And gingerbread y-rare, now, certes, doubly fweet!

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