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This lady took up an odd fancy,

Laughter proceeds; nor can he want a soul, That with this bull fhc fain would dance ye. Whose thoughts in fancied heaps of plenty ro!. Shew'd mow him grafa, and cut him boughs, Uncommon freedom lets the lips impart On which his statelines, might browse.

Plain simple truth from a difsembling heart. Whilst thus the hedges breaks and climsb, Then to sone wanton passion he must run, Sure Minos must have happy times!

Which his discreeter bours would gladly fhu; She never car'd for going fine,

Where he the time in thoughtless case may país; She'd rather trudge among the kine.

And write his billet-deux upon the glass; Then at her toilet The would say,

Whilst linking eyes with languishment process “ Methinks I look bizarre to day.

Follies his tongue reluses to confess. “ Sure my glass lies, I'm not so fair :

Then his good-nature will take t' other fup, Oli, were this face o'ergrown with hair! If she'll first kiss, that he may kiss the cup. “ I never was for top knots born ;

Then fomething nice and costly he could cat, My favourites should each be horn.

Supposing till that she will carve the mea:. " But now I'm liker to a low,

But, if a brother or a husband's by,
Than, what I wish to be, a cow-

Whom the ill-natur'd world may call a spp, " What would I give that I could lough! He chinks it not below him to pretend My bull-y cares for none of those

The open.heartendness of a true friend; “ That are afraid to spoil their clothes : Gives him refpe& furpassing his degree: « Did he but love nie, he'd not fail

The person that is meant by all is for. " To take me with my draggle tail.”

'Tis thought the safelt way to hide a paflica, Then tears would fall, and then she'd run, And therefore call'd the friendship now in fuffier. As would the devil upon Dun.

By secret figns and enigmatic ftealth, When she fome handsome cow did fpy,

She is the coast belongs to every health: She'd scan her form with jealous eye;

And all the lover's butiness is to keep Say, “ How she frisks it o'er the plain, His thoughts from anger, and his eyes from lep

Runs on, and then turns back again ! He'll laugh ye, dance ye, îng ye, vauke, das " She seems a bear resolv'd to prance,

gay, “ Or a she-ass that tries to dance.

And ruffle all the ladies in his play. « In vain she thinks herself so fine :

But fill the gentleman's extremely fine; " She can't please bull-y; for his mine. There's nothing apith in him but the winę. “ But 'uis revenge alone assuages

Many a mortal has been bit “ My envy when the passion rages.

By marrying in a drunken fit. “ Here, rascal, quickly yoke that cow,

To lay the matter plain before ye, “ And see the thriveld carrion plough.

Pray hearken whilft I tell my story. “ But second counsel's beit: she dies :

It happen'd about break of day “ I'll make immediate sacrifice,

Gnosis a girl had lost her way, « And with the victim fcast my cyes.

And wander'd up and down the Strand, “ 'Tis thus my rivals I'll remove

Whereabouts now York Buildings itand: " Who interpose 'twixt me and what I love. And half awak'd roar'd as bad « lo in Egypt's worship'd now,

As if she really had been mad; “ Since Jove transform'd her to a cow.

Unlac'd her bodlice, and her gown “ 'Twas on a bull Europa came

And petticoats hung dangling down : " To that blet land which bears her name. Her shoes were flipt, her ancles bare, « Who knows what fate's ordain'd for me And all around her flew her yellow hair. “ The languishing Pasiphae, 1

Oh, cruel Theseus! can you gr, “ Had I a bull as kind as the '"

And leave your little Gnollis so? When madness rages with unusual fire,

You in your scull' did pronuse carriage, 'Tis not in Nature's power to quench defire;

And gave me proofs of future marriage; Then vice transforms man's reason into beaft, But then last night away did creep, And so the monster's made the poet's jeft.

And basely left me fast alleep.
Then she is falling in a fit :

But don't grow uglier one bit.

The flood of tears rather supplies

The native rheum about her eyes. Let youth avoid the noxious heat of wine :

The bubbies then are beat again :
Bacchus to Cupid bears an ill design.

Women in pallion feel no pain.
The grape, when scatter'd on the wings of love, What will become of me? oh, what
So clogs the down, the feathers cannot move. Will come of me! oh, tell me that!
The boy, who otherwise would Meeting stray,

Bacco was drawer at the Sun,
Reels, trembles, lies, and is enforc'd to stay.

And had his belly like his tun : Then courage rises, when the spirit's fir’d,

For blubber lips and cheeks all bloated, And rages to possess the thing desir'd :

And frizzled pate, the youth was noted. Care vanishes through the exalced blood,

He, as his custom was, got drunk, And sorrow pasies in the purple flood;

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Six links and lanterns, 'cause 'twas dark yet, Whene'er it may seem proper you should write, i He press'd from Covent-Garden market: Let Ovid the prevailing words indite : Then his next, captives were the waits,

By Scrope", by Duke, by Mulgrave, then be 2: Who play'd, left he should break their pates.

caught, But, as along in stare he passes,

And Dryden's equal numbers tune your thought.
He met a fellow driving alles :

Submislive voice and words do beft agree
For there are several folks whose trade is To their hard fortune who must suppliants be.
To milk them for consumptive ladies.

It was by speech like this great Priam won
Nothing would serve but get astride,

Achilles' soul, and so obtain'd his son. And the old bell-man too must ride.

Hope is an useful goddess in your case, What with their hooting shouting yell, And will increase your speed in Cupid's race. The scene had something in 't of hell.

Though in its prontises it fail fometimes, And who should all this rabble mcet,

Yet with fresh resolution ftill it climbs. But Gooffy drabbling in the Itreet ?

Though much is lost at play; yet Hope at last The fright destroy'd her speech and colour, Drives on, and meets with some successful caft. And all remembrance of her sculler.

Why then make haste; on paper ting'd with gold,
Her conduct thrice bade her be flying:

By quilt of dove, thy love-fick tale unfold.
Her fears thrice hinder'd her from trying. Move sprightly, knowing ʼtis for life you push:
Like bullrushes on side of brook,

Your letter will not, though yourself might blush.
Or alpin leaves, her joints all shook.

"Tis no ignoble maxim I would teach Bacco cry'd out, “ I'm come, my dear; The British youth-co study rules of speech : " I'll soon disperse all thoughts of fear : That governs cities, that enacts our laws, Nothing but joys shall revel here."

Gives secret strength to justice in a cause. Then, hugging her in brawny arm,

To that the crowd, the judge, the senate, yield : Proteftcd, “ She should have no harm:

'Gainst that ev'n beauty can't maintain the field. " But rather would assure her, hc

Conceal your art, and let your words appear Rejoic'd in opportunity

Common, not vulgar; not too plain, though clear. “ Of meeting such a one as she :

Shew not your eloquence at the first fight; “And that, encircled all around

But from your shade rise by degrees of light. " With glass and candles mony a pound, Dress thoughts as if love's filence first were broke, "She should with bells command the bar, And wounded heart with trembling passion spoke. " And call her rooms, Sun, Moon, and Star: Suppose that your first letter is sent back; " That the good company were met,

Yet the may yield upon the next attack.
" And should not want a wedding treat." If not; by art a diamond rough in hue
In short, they married, and both made ye, Shall brighten up all glorious to the view.
e a free landlord, lhe a kind landlady,

Soft water drops the marble will destroy,
The Spartan lords their villains would invite And ten years' liege prove conqueror of Troy.
To an excess of drink in children's fight.

Suppose th’has read, but then no answer

gave: he parent thus their innocence would save, It is sufficient she admits her flave. nd to the load of wine condemn the flave. Write on; for time the freedom may obtain

of having mutual love sent back again.

Perhaps the writes, but 'tis to bid you cease,

And that your lines but discompose her peace.

This is a stratagem of Cupid's war : TE season must be mark'd for nice address :

She'd, like a Parthian, wound you from afar, grant ill-tim'd will make the favour lels. at the wise gardener more discretion needs

And by this art your constancy would try:

She's nearest much when seeming thus to fly. - manage tender plants and hopeful feeds, Pursue the fair disdain through every place - know when rain, when warmth, nust guard That with her presence ihe vouchsafes to grace. an lovers do to watch their most auspicious How love rewarded makes the comedy.

[hours. If to the play the goes, be there, and see the judicious pilot views from far ciofuences of each rising star,

Fly to the park, if thither she'd retire; mere signs of future calms or storms appear,

Perhaps fome gentle breeze may fan the fire. en fitting to be bold, and when to fear;

But if to court, then follow, where you'll find love's attendant by long art descries

Majestic truth with facred Hymen join'd. = rise of growing passion from the eyes.

It is in vain some study to profess He has its festival as well as fast,

Their inclination by too nice a dress, does its carnival for ever last.

As not content with manly cleanliness. at was a visit, now is to intrude;

Mien, shape, or manner, no addition needs : at's civil now, to-morrow will be rude.

There's something careless that all art exceeds. - Il ligns denote great things: the happy man

Adonis from his lonely solitudes, t can retrieve a glove, or falling fan,

Rough Theseus landing from the briny floods, h grateful joy the benefit receives,

Hippolitus frelh hunting from the woods, Elf with desponding care his rival grieves.

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O’or heroines of race divine prevailid,

But, if a stir was made about it, Where powder'd wig and snuff-box might have Two of the three must go without it: fail'd.

And so it was ; for Paris gave it
No yo'ith that's wise will to his figure trust, To Venus, who resolv'd to have it.
As if fo fine to be accosted first.

(The story here would be too long: Distress must ask, and gratefully receive :

But you may find it in the fong.) 'Tis heaven and beauty's honour, they can gisc. Venos, although not over-virtuous, There's Some have thought that looking pale and Yet fill designing to be courteous, wan,

Resolu'd to procure the variet With a submiffion that is less than man,

A fiaming and triumphant harlot ; Might gain their end; but funk in the attempt, First tol'n by one the would not stay with, And found, that which they merited, contempt. Then married to be run away with

Gain but admittanee, half your story's told : Her Paris carried to his mother; There's nothing then remains but to be hold. And thence in Greece arose that pocher, Venus and Fortune will alift your claim;

Of which old Homer, Virgil, Dante, And Cupid dart the breaft at which you aim. And Chaucer, make us such a cant. No need of studied speech, or skilful rules :

It was a juit and noble cause, Love has an eloquence beyond the schools ;

The breach of hospitable laws: Where softest words and accents will be found Though done to one, yet common grie All flowing in, to form the charming sound.

Made all unite to seek relief. Of her you love bright images you'll raise :

But, when they fought the country round, When jult, they are not flattery, but praise.

There's no Achilles could be found. What can be said too much of what is good,

His mother was afraid t'have lot him, Since an immortal fame is virtue's food ?

And therefore thus she did accoft him: For nine years' space Egypt had fruitless stood, My pretty dear, let me persuade ye Without the aid of Nile's prolific flood;

“ This once for to become a lady. Then Thrafius said, “ That blessing to regain, “ This petticoat and mantua take, « The gods require a ftranger should be Hain." " And wear this nightrail for my fako. « Be thou the man," (the fierce Busiris crics :) “ l've made your knots all of the small, « I'll make th' adviser his own facrifice;

" Because you're something of the tallel. « Nor can he blame the voice by which he dies.” « I'd have you never go unlac'd, Perillus, first and last of's trade,

“ For fear of spoiling of your waif. For Phalaris a ball bad made :

“ Now languirh on mefcorn me more With fire beneath, and water hot,

“ Smile--frown-run-laugh-I see 'mü He put the brasıer in the pot,

“ You'd perfect all you now begin, And gave him, like an honest fellow,

Only for poking out your chin." Precedence in his hull to bellow.

Him thus instructed soon the sends 'The tyrants bosh did right : No law more just To Lycomede, and there pretends Than, “ He that thinks of ill, should feel it firft." It was a daughter of a friend's, Curst be their arts, unftudied be their trade,

Who, grown full large by country feeding, Who female truth by falsehood would invade : Was sent to her, to mend her breeding. That can betray a friend or kinsman's names, Herself had now no child, nor no man And by that covert bide unlawful fames :

To trust but him, poor lonely woman! Whose eager paflion finds its sure relief,

That might reward him well hereafter, Wheo termipating in another's grief!

If he would use her as his daughter. Careless hereafter what they promise now,

In choice of names, as Iris, Chloe, To the Æolian winds commit their vow;

Psyche and Phillis, flie took Zoe. Then cite th' example of the faithless Jove,

Th' old man receiv'd her, and expret Who laughs, they say, at perjury in love.

Much kindness for his topping gueft: They think they have a thoutand ways to please, Shew'd her his girls; said, "Whild Ten thousand more to rob the mind of ease.

“ His Zoe should be us'j as they." For, as the earth in various birth abounds,

At first there much reserv'dneis paf: Their humour dances in fantastic rounds ;

But, when acquaintance grew at laft

, Like Protcus, caa be lion, river, bear,

They'd jest, and every one would bew A tree, or any thing that's fram'd of air.

Her works, which he could never do. Thus they lay snares, thus they set off chcir bait One said, her fingers were mort Sering With all the finc allurements of deceit.

For the most fiddling work of kniede. But they, who through this course of mischief run, Then one her wedding.bed would zake

, Will find that fraud is various, Virtue ONE

And all must help her for love's fake. Achilles, a gigantic boy,

Zoe, undrest in night.gown tawdry, Was warted at the fiege of Troy:

With clumsy sa mut work en bræder); His country's danger did require him,

Whilst others try her greasy clurches And all the generals did defise him :

With stoning currants in while burches. For discord, you must know, had ihrown

But there was one, callid Decamy, An apple where 'twas two to che;

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And, fighing, thus one night she said,

“ I've done your work; and now my trust is, Why, Zoe may'nt we go to bed?"

“ Good Sir, that you will do me justice. st " Soon as you please, good mistress Ded."

“ 'Tis true I hither fled for murther; The fleeting months soon roll about ;

“ Let my misfortunes go no further ; Time came when morder all must out.

“ Some end all punishments should have, Zoe, for fear of the old man,

“ Birth to the wretch my country gave: Into the army quickly ran;

“ Let it afford me now a grave. And sav'd the flitting of his nose,

“ Dismiss my fon; at least, if rather By timely changing of her clothes.

“ You'd keep the boy, dismiss his father. Thus, whilst we glory's di&tates hun,

“ This he might fay, and more, or lo ; Into the fnares of vice we run;

« But Minos would not let him And he that should his country ferve,

“ At this he was enrag'd, and cried, And beauty by his worth deserve,

“ It is in danger wit is tried : In female softness wanton stays,

“ Minos poffcffes earth and fea; i And what he should adore betrays.

“ The ky and fire are left for me.

Pardon my fond attenipt, great Jove, “ If I approach your seats above

It is necessity that draws PART VI.

" A new-invented rule for nature's laws.

“ Thus he began : Full many a feather - But now, o happy youth, thy prize is found, “ With twine of thread he kitch'd together : * And all thy wishes with success are crown'd.

(Abundance more than are enough *Not lo Pæans, when Apollo's prais'd;

“ To make your wife and mine a muff.) Not trophies to victorious Grecians rais'd ;

«. Thus he frames wings, and nothing lacks Not acclamations of exalted Rome,

“ 'To fix the whole, but melted war: To welcome peace with her Auguftus home; “ That was the work of the young boy, Can more delight a brave and generous mind,

“ Pleas'd at the fancy of the toy; Than it must you to see a beauty kind :

“ Not guefling, ere he was much older, The bays to me with gratitude you'll gire,

“ He should have one upon each shoulder. Like Hefiod and like Homer make me live.

" To whom his father : Here's the thip Thus Pelops on triumphant chariot brought.

By which we must from Minos Nip. Hippodamy, with his life's danger bought.

“ Child, follow me, just as I fly on, Thus prosperous Jason, rich with golden icece, “ And keep your eye fix'd on Orion : On Argos' vocal timber sail'd to Greece,

“ I'll be your guide; and never fear, But stay, fond youth ; the danger is not past : “ Conducted by a father's care. You're not arriv'd in port, nor anchor caft.

“ The Virgin and Bootes fhun, From you my heart may still more bays deserve, “ Take heed left you approach the fun; If what by me you gain’d, by me you shall

pre. “ His flaming influence will be felt, serve.

" And the diffufive was will melt. Nor than the conquest is the glory less,

“ The fea by rising fogs discover; To fix the throne on that which you possess. « O'er that, be sure, you never hover : Now, Erata, divineft, roftest Muse,

" It would be difficult to drag Whose name and office bo:h du love infuse,

“ Your wetted pinions, fhould they flag. Allist my great design: If Venus' son,

“ Between them both the sky is fair, That vagabond, would from his mother run, “ No winds or hurricanes are there, And then, with soaring wings and hody light, “ But you may fan the fleeting air. Through the vast world's extent would take his “ Thus speaking, he with whipcord-strings flight;

“ Faftens, and then extends, the wings : By artful bonds let me secure his ftay,

“ And, when the you: h's completely drett, And make his aniversal power obey.

“ Just as the eagle from her neft Whilft I my art would thus improve,

“ By gentle flights her eaglet tries And fondly thought to shackle love,

" To dare the fun, and mount the skies; Two neighbours that were sianding by,

" The father so his boy prepares, Tormented both with jealousy,

“ Not without kiss and falling tears. Told me it wa- in vain to try.

“ In a large plain, a riling height When one began his tale, as thus :

“ Give fome affiftance to their flight. Perhaps you've heard of Dædalus,

" With a quick spring and Autiering noise, " When Minos would have made him ftay, “ They in the sky their bodies poife. " How through the clouds he found his way. “ Back on his son the father looks, “ He was a workman wise and good,

“ Prailing his swift and even strokes. Building was what he understood.

“ Now dreadless, with bold art supplied, “ Like to the hfufe where we act plays,

" He does on airy billows ride, “ He made a tusning winding maze,

“ And foar with an ambitious pride. Fitting to harbour acts of lin,

" Mortals, who by the limpid flood " And put a whore and bastard in.

With patione angle long have food,




« On the smooth water's shining face

" Or carry messengers to see “ See the amazing creatures pass,

“ If all above in order be. “ Look up aftonish'd, whilst the reed

" Then wanton zephyrs fan it till it rise, ikio. “ Drops from the hand whose sepse is dead. “ And through äthereal rills ploughs up the 322 “ Rollid by the wind's impetuous hatte

“ Sometimes in silent shade of night « They Samos now and Naxos past,

“ He'll make it shine with wondrous light “ Faros, and Delos bleft abode

By lantern with transparent folds, “ And parent of the Clarian God:

" Which flanting wax in safety holds. “ Lebinthus on their right hand lies,

“ This glittering with myfterious sayi, “ And sweet Calydne's groves arise,

“ Does all the neighbourhnod amaze. “ And fam'd Astypalæa's fens

“ Then comes the conjuror o'th' place, u Breed shoals of fish in owzy dens :

“ With legs asquint and crooked face, " When the unwary boy, whose growing years " Who with his spying-pole from far

“ Ne'er knew the worth of cautious fears, “ Pronounces it a blazing flar; “ Mounts an æthereal hill, whence he might spy " That wheat shall fall, and oats be dear, “ The lofty regions of a brighter ky;

“And barley fhall not spring that year; " Far from his father's call and aid

« That murrain shall infed all kine, “ His wings in glittering fire display'd,

“ And mealles will destroy the swine: “ Whose ambient heat their plume involves, " That fair maids' sweethearts shall fall deaf “ And all their liquid bands diffolves.

“ Before they lose their maidenhead, “ He sees his loosen'd pinions drop;

“ And widows shall be forc'd to tarry « On naked arms lies all his hope.

« A month at least before they marry. “ From the vast concave precipice he finds

“ But, whilft the fool his thought enjoys, " A swift deftru&ion, linking with the winds. “ The whole contrivance was my boy's “ Beneath him lies a gaping deep,

“ Now, mark me, 'cwas from such-like things “ Whose womb is cqually as steep.

“ The poets fram'd our Cupid's wing “ Ther, “ Father! father :" he'd have cried : “ If a child's nature thus can soar, « Tempests the trembling sounds divide,

* And all this lies within his power, u Whild dismal fear contra&s his breath, “ His mother surely can do more.

" And the rough wave compleces his death. “ Pray tell me what is to be done, “ My son ! my son !" long might the father cry: “ If she'll with cuckold-makers run. “ There is no track to seek him in the sky.

“ No watchful care of jealous ege “ By floating wings his body found

" Can hinder, if escape the'll try; “ Is cover'd with the neighbouring ground. “ 'The kite will to her carrion fly." “ His art, though not successful, has its fame, Where native modesty the mind secures, * And the Icarian seas preserve his namc.” The husband has no need of locks and door:; If men from Minos could escape,

The specious comet, fram'd by Jealousy,
And into birds transform their shape,

Will prove delusion all, and all a lie.
And there was nothing that could hold them,
Provided feathers might be sold them,
The thought from madness surely springs
To fix a god that's burn with wings.

Quoth t'other man, “ Sir, if you'll carry,
“ I'll tell you a tale of my boy Harry,

Not all the herbs by fage Medca found, • Would make a man afraid to marry.

Not Marsan drugs, though mixt with magic loud, " This boy does ost from paper white

Not philtres studied by Thellalian art, “ In miniature produce a kite.

Can fix the mind, and constancy impart. “ With tender hands the wood he bends, Could these prevail, Jason had felt their charms; « On which the body he extends :

Ulysses fill had died in Circe's arms. “ Paste made of flour with water mix'd Continue lovely, if you'll be belov'd: « Is the cement by which 'eis fix'd :

Virtue from Virtue's bands is ne'er remov'd. " Then sciflars from the maid he'll borrow,

Like Nireus beautiful, like Hylas gay; " With promise of return to-morrow.

By time the blooming outside will decay. “ With those he paper nicely cuts,

See Hyacinth again of form bereft, " Which on the ldes for wings he puts.

And only thorns upon the rose-tree left. “ The cail, that's an essential part,

Then lay up stores of learning and of wit “ He manages with equal art;

Whose fame shall scorn ehe Acherontic pit “ With paper shreds at distance tied,

And, whilft those flccting shadows vainly is As Dot too near, nor yet tuo wide,

Adorn the better part which cannot die. « Which he to fitting length extends,

Ulysses had no magic in his face; 6 Till with a tuft the fabric ends.

But then his eloquence had charming grace, “ Next packthread of the eveneft twine, Such as could force itself to be believ'd, " Or sometimes silk, he'll to it join,

And all the watery goddesses deceiv'd; “ Which, by the guidance of his hand,

To whom Calypso from her widow'd thore * Its rise or downfall may command,

Sends him thcle lighs, which furious cempeks bares

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