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For she was juft, and friend to virtuous lore,
And pass'd much time in truly virtuous deed;
And, in those elfins' ears, would oft deplore
The times, when truth by popish 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 in smould'ring flames did burn : Ah! dearest Lord, forefend, thilk days should e'er

[return, In elbow chair, like that of Scottish ftem By the sharp tooth of cank’ring eld defac’d, In which, when he receives his diadem, Our sovereign prince and liefeft liege is plac'd, The matron fate ; and some with rank fhe grac'd, (The source of children's and of courtier's pride !) Redress’d affronts, for vile affronts there pafs’d;

And warn'd them not the fretful to deride, But love each other dear, whatever them betide.

Right well me knew each temper to descry; : To thwart the proud, and the submiss to raise ; Some with vile copper prize exalt on high, And fume entice with pittance small of praise ; And other some with baleful sprig The 'frays : Ev'n absent, she the reins of pow'r doth hold, While with quaint arts the giddy crowd she sways;

Forewarn’d, if little bird their pranks behold, sTwill whisper in her ear, and all the scene unfold.

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Lo now with state the utters the command !
Eftfoons the urchins to their tasks repair;
Their books, of stature small, they take in hand,
Which with pellucid horn secured are;
To save, from finger wet, the letters fair :
The work fo gay, that on their back is seen,
St. George's high atchievements does declare ;

On which thilk wight that has y-gazing been, Kens the forth-coming rod, unpleasing fight, I ween!

Ah luckless he, and born beneath the beam
Of evil ftar! it irks me whilft I write!
As erst the bard by Mulla's silver stream,“
Oft, as he told of deadly dolorous plight,
Sigh'd as he sung, and did in tears indite.
For, brandishing the rod, she doth begin
To loose the brogues, the stripling's late delight!

And down they drop; appears his dainty kin, Fair as the furry coat of whitest ermilin.

O ruthful scene! when, from a nook obscure,
His little sister doth his peril see:
All playful as the fate, the grows demure;
She finds full soon her wonted spirits flee;
She meditates a pray'r to set him free:
Nor gentle pardon could this dame deny,
(If gentle pardon could with dames agree)

To her sad grief that swells in either eye,
And wrings her so that all for pity she could die.

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Nor longer can le now her shrieks command;
And hardly she forbears, thro' aweful fear,
To ruthen forth, and, with presumptuous hand,
To say harsh justice in its mid career.
On thee sne calls, on thee her parent dear!
(Ah! too remote to ward the shameful blow!)
She sees no kind domestic vilage near,

And soon a flood of tears begins to flow;
And gives a loose, at lait, to unavailing woe.

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 how'r that does his cheek distain:
When he, in abject wise, implores the dame,
Ne honeth aught of sweet reprieve to gain;

Or when from high he levels well her aim,
And, thro' the thatch, his cries cach falling stroke

[proclaim. The other tribe, aghast, with fore dismay, Attend, and conn their tasks with mickle care: By turns, aftony'd, every twig survey, And, from their fellow's hateful wounds, beware; Knowing, I wilt, how each the same inay share ; "Till fear has taught them a performance mect, And to the well-known chest the dame repair ;

Whence oft with sugar'd cates she doth 'em greet, And gingerbread y-rare; now, certe, doubly sweet!

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See to their feats they hye with merry glee,
And in beseemly order sitten there ;
All but the wight of bum y-galled, he
Abhorreth bench, and stool, and fourm, and chair;
(This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his hair ;)
And eke with snubs profound, and heaving breast.
Convulfions intermitting ! does declare

His grievous wrong; his dame's unjust behest; And scorns her offer'd love, and shuns to be caress’d.

His face besprent with liquid crystal shines,
His blooming face, that seems a purple flow'r,
Which low to earth its drooping head declines,
All smeard and fully'd by a vernal show'r.
O the hard bofoms of despotic pow'r!
All, all, but she, the author of his shame,
All, all, but the, regret this mournful hour:
Yet hence the youth, and hence the flow'r, shall

claim, If so I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.

Behind fome door, in melancholy thought,
Mindless of food, he, dreary caitif, pines;
Ne for his fellow's joyaunce careth aught,
But to the wind all merriment resigns,
And deems it shame, if he to peace inclines;
And many a fullen look afcance is sent,
Which for his dame's annoyance he designs ;

And still the more to pleasure him ihe's bent, The more doth he, perverse, her haviour pat resent.

Ah me! how much I fear lest pride it be! Beware ye dames, with nice discernment see Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires : Ah! better far than all the muses' lyres, All coward arts, is valour's gen'rous heat ; The firm fixt breast which fit and right requires, Like Vernon's patriot foul, more justly great Than craft that pimps for ill, or flow'ry false deceit.

Yet nurs'd with skill, what dazling fruits appear! A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo, Or bard sublime, if bard may e'er be fo, As Milton, Shakespear, names that ne'er fhall die! Tho' now he crawl along the ground fo low, Nor weeting how the-muse shou'd foar on high,

poor

fagacious foresight points to show

Ev’n now

starv'ling elf! his paper-kite inay fly.

Witheth,

And this, perhaps, who, cens'ring the design,
Low lays the house which that of cards doth build,
Shall Dennis be! if rigid fates incline,
And many an epic to his rage shall yield;
And many a poet quit th' Aonian field;
And, four'd by age, profound he shall appear,
As he who now with 'sdainful fury thrill'd

: mine work; and levels many a sneer, And furls his wrinkly front, and cries, “ What stuff

is here."

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