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IN SIX

PASTORALS

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To the Right Honourable the

U“ Vifc. BolifigM'o/ée.

09 I who erfi beneath a tree7
Sung Bumpkinet and. Buwzyéree,
And Blozmelind and Marian bright,
In apron blue or apron white,
Now write my fonnets in a Book,
For my good lord Bolinglvroke.

 

As lads and Iafies flood around

To hear my boxen ham-boy found7
Our clerk Came pofiing o’er the green
With doleful téa’iings ofthe Queen;
That Queen, he {aid}, :to whom we owe
Sweet peace that naketh riches flow ;
That Queen who eas’d our tax of late,
Was dead? alas! -——— and lay in fiatea

 

 

    

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PROLOGUE;

At this, in tears was Cic‘ly feen,
Bux’ema tore her pinners clean,
In doleful dumps flood ev’ry claw/n,
The parfon rent his band and gOWn.

For me, when as I heard that death
Had {hatéh’d Queen Anne to Elméetk,
I broke my reed, and fighing fwore
I’d weep for Blouzelind no more.
While thus we flood as in a fiound,
And wet with tears, like dew, the ground,
Full foon by bonfire and by bcll .'
We learnt our liege was pafllng well.
A skilful leach, (f0 God him fpeed)
They faid had wrought this blel‘fed deed.
This leach Aréwz‘hnot-was yclept,
Who many a night not once had {lept ;
But watch°d our gracious fov’re1gn fiill :
For who could refi when {he was ill 3
Oh, may’fl thou henceforth fweetly fleep.
Sheer, fwains, oh {heer your foftefi {heep
To fwell his couch; for well I ween,
He fav’d. the realm who fav’d the Queen.

Quoth I, pleal‘e God, I’ll hye with glee

To court, this Arlvuvrthnot to fee.

Ifold my {heep and lambkins too,

For filver loops and garment blue;

MV boxen haut—boy fweet of found,

For lace that edg’d mine hat around 5

For Lightfoot and my fcrip I got

A gorgeous fword, and eke a knot.

So forth I far’d to court with fpeed, \
Of foldiers drum ,withouten dreed 5
For peace allays the lhepherd’s fear
Qf wearing cap of granadie was,

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PROLOGUE;

There faw I ladies allya-row
Before their Queen in i'eemly fhow.
No more I’ll ling Buxoma brown,
Like goldfinch in her Sunday gown;
Nor Clumfilis, nor Marian bright,
Nor damf‘el that Hoénelia hight;
But Lon/down freih as flow’r of May1
And Berke] lady blithe and gay,
And Angle/2% whofe fpeech exceeds
The voice of pipe, or oaten reeds;
And blooming Hyde.J with eyes to rare,
And Montague beyond compare.
Such ladies fair wou’d I depaint
In ro'undelay or fonnet quaint.

 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
    
 
   
    

There many a worthy Wight I’ve feen

As Oxford, who a wand doth bear,

Like Mo/és, in our bibles fair;

Who for our trafiick forms defigns,

And gives to'Brz‘tain, India-n mines.

Now, fhepherds, clip your fleecy care,
Ye maids, your fpinning-wheels prepare?
Ye weavers, all your. ihuttles thrOW,
And bid broad cloths and ferges groW,
For trading free {hall thrive again,

Nor leafings leud afiright the fwain.

There faw I St. john, fweet of mein,
Full {ledfafi both to Church and Queen;
With whofe fair name I’ll deck my firaina
St. 70km, right courteous to the fwain.

For thus he told me on a (121% 1’
Trim are thy f'onnetsD gentle Gay,
And certes,‘ mirth it were to fee

Thy joyous madrigals twice three,
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PROLOGUE.

With preface meet, and notes profound,
Imprinted fair, and well y-bound.

:All {'uddenly then home I fped, '

And did ev’n as my lord had faid.

Lo here, thou hafi mine eclogues fair?
But let not thefe detain thine ear. '
let not th’ affairs of States and Kings
Wait while our Bowzyéeus fings.
Rather than verfe of fimple fwain
Should flay the trade of France or Spain,
Or for the plaint of parfon’s maid,
Yon Emperor’s packets be delay’d;
In footh, I fwear by holy Paul,
I’d burn book, preface, notes and all.

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SQUABBLE.

Lobbin‘Clozzt, Cuddy, Cloafd‘z'pole.
LOBBIN CLOUT.
HY younglings? Caddy, are but jufi

I awake ;
I No thrufiles lhrillthe bramble-buflt
" forfake,

1 No chirping lark the welkin {heen
invokes ;
No damfel yet the fwelling udder
w firokes;
O’cr yonder hill does fcant the dawn appear, 5
Then why does Caddy leave his cott f0 rear?

Line 3. Welkin the/Ema as Welken, an old Saxon word,
Ignifying a cloud, lay paetical licence it is fre‘
quently taken for the element or sky, as W:
appear (By this 'verfe in the dream of Chaucer,
N6 in all the IVelkin was no cloud.

Sheen 0y firms.) an aid word forflqining or bright.

Sf- Scant, ufed in amimt Britifh authors, fcrfcarce.

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8 FIRST PASTORAI“
C U D D Y.

A Lobéin Clout ’ I ween, my plight 1s guefl,

For he that loves a firanger 18 to refi;
If fwains belie not, thou hafi prov’d the fmart,
And Blouzelinda’s miflrei's of thy heart. _ 10
This rifing rear betokeneth well thy mind,
Thoi‘e at “as are folded for thy Blozmclind :,
And well, I trow, ,our piteous plights agree,
Thee Eiouzelinda fmites, Buxomu me.
LOBEIN GLOUT.

Ah Blozzzelind .’ I love thee more by half, x 5‘
Than does their fawns, or cows the new-fall’n calf:
Woe worth the tongue. ' may blifiers ore it gall,

That names Buxoma, Blouzelz‘nd withal.
C U D D Y.

Hold, witlefs Lobbz‘n Clout, I thee advife,

Lefl bliflers fore on thy own tongue arife. 20
Lo yonder Cloidifiole, the blitht‘ome fwain,

The wi'fefi lout of all the neighbouringplain.

From Claddifole we learnt: to read the skies,

To know when hail will fall, or winds arife. ,

He taught us erfi the heifers tail to view, 25
When fiuck aloft, that {how rs would flrait enfue; ,
He firfl that ufeful feeret did explain

That pricking corns foretold the gz’ith ring rain.

When fwallows fleet foar high and fport 1n air,

He told us that the welkin wou “d be clear. 30
Let Claddipo/e then hear us twain rehearfe, '
And. praife his fweetheart 1n alternate verfe,

1’ ll wager this fame oaken flaff with thee

Ihat Cloddifiole {hall give the priZe to me.

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Line 7. To ween, ‘(lerirv’dfzr'om the Saxon, to think or
‘ conceive.
Line 25. Brit, 4 60711761621507? of ere 2122's, it figm‘fies
fimctime ago orformcrly.

LUBBIN
 
 

The sop A B B LE.
,LOBBINL'LOUT.
See this tobacco pouch that’s lin’d with hair, 35
Made of the skin ‘of fleekefi fallow d‘eer.
This pouch, that’s ty’d with tape of reddefi hue,
I’ll wager that the priZe {hall be my due.
0 U D D Y. _
Begin thy carrols then, thou vaunting Hench,
EC thine the oaken fiafi', or mine the pouch. ~46
LOBBIN CLOUT. _
My Blouzelinda is the 'blithefi lafs,
Than primrofe fweetcr, or the clov‘er-grafs.
Fair is the king-cup that in meadow blows,
Fair is the daifie that befide her grows,
Fair is the gillyflow’r, of gardens fweet, 4;
fair is the mary-gold, for pottage meet;
But Blouzelind’s than gillyflow’r more fair,
Than daifie, maryvgold, or king-cup rare.
C U D D Y
My brown Euxoma is't‘he featefl maid,
That e’er at wake delightfome gam'bol Iplay’d ; '59
Clean as young lambkins or the goOfe’s down,
And like the goldfinch in her Sunday gown.
The witlefs lamb may fport upon the plain,
The frisking kid delight the gaping twain,
The wanton calf may skip with many a bound, 5;
And my cur Tray play deft'efi feats around;
But neither lamb nor kid, nor calf nor Tray,
Dance like Bumma on the ‘firfl of May.
LOBBIN C'LO'UT.
Sweet is my toil when Blouzélz‘nd is near,
Of her bereft ’tis winter all the Year. 60
With. her no fultry fummer’s heat I know;
In winter, when {he’s nigh, with love Ig‘lOw.
Come Blouzelinde, ea‘fe thy fWain’s’defire,
My fummer’s lhacldow and my winter’s fire !

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‘ As with Buxomaonce I work’d at hay, 65

Ev’n noon-tide labour feem’d an holiday;

And holidays, if haply lhe were gone,

Like worky-days I wifh’d wou’d foon be done.

Eftfoon's, O fweet-heart kind, my love repay,
And all the year {hall then be holiday. 7%:

LOBBIN'CLOUEV

As Blouulindn in a gamefome wood,
Behind a haycock loudly laughing flood,
] [1ny ran, and l'natch’cl a hally kits,
She wip’d her lips, nor took it much amif's.
Believe me, Caddy, while I’m bold to fav, 7;
Her breath was fweeter than the ripen‘d hay.

CUDDY.

As my Buxoma in a morning fair,
With gentle finger firoak’d her milky care,
I queintly fiole a kit's; at firfi, ’tis true
She frown’d, yet after granted one or two. 83
Loébin, I fwear, believe who will my vows, ' ‘
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Line 69. Eftfimm,fram 6ft an ancient Britifh word, fg~
nifyz'ngfion. So that eff/bans 2'; (1 53014515573 of
the word foun, which is, as it were to fir...
iwicefiaon, or (veryfiwn. “-

Line 79. 041462721“ has various figm‘fications in the ancient
Englifh authors. I have 14/194 it in thisplace,
in the famefenfi as Chaucer hat/z done in his
miller’s tale. A: Clarke: been full/Ewtil and
gueint' (éy whit‘r’ghe means arc/1 or waggiflz)
and not in that oéfcure fen/e wizerein he “jet/z
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The SQUABBLEK
\LOBBIN CLOUT.‘

Leek to the Welsh, to Dutchmen butter’s dear,

Cf Iriflr l‘wains potatoe is the cheat;

Oats for their feafls the Scotti/l1 {hepherds grind,

Sweetturniys are the food of Blouzelind.
While {he loves turnips, butter I’ll defpife,
Nor leeks nor Oatmeal nor potatoe prize.

C U D D Y.
in good roafl beef my landlord flicks his knife,
The capon fat delights his dainty wife,
Pudding our parfon eits, the fquire loves hare,
But white—pot thick is my Buxoma’s fare.

While {he loves white-pot, capon ne’er {hall be,

Nor hare, nor beef, nor pudding, food for me.
LOBBIN CLOUT.

As once I play’d at blindmand’s-bu-fi‘, it hapt ‘

About my eyes the towel think was wrapt:
I mif‘s’d the Swains, and feiz"d on Blouzelind;

True fpeaks that ancient proverb, Love is blind.

C U 1) D Y.

As at hot-cockles once I laid me d0wn,

And felt the weighty hand of many a clown, ’

Buxoma gave a gentle tap, and I

Quick rofe, and read foft mif'chief in her eye.‘
LOBBIN CLOUT.

On two near elms the flaCken’d cord I hung,
Now high, now low my Blouzelinda fwung.
With the rude wind her rumpled garment role,
And fhow’d her taper leg and fearlet hofe.

 

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83. fopulus Alm’dw gratiflima, roitz's Iatclzo,
Farina/21: lifyrtus Veneri, fim Lauren Phoebe.

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:2 FIRST PASTORA L.

' . C U .D "D Y.
Acroi‘s the fallen‘oak the plank I laid,
And my felfpois’d againfi the tott’ring maid ;
' High leaptjthe plank ; adoan. Bumma fell :
I fpy’d —- But faithful fweethearts never tell. * I to
LOBBIN CLOUT.
This riddle, Caddy, if thou can’fl, explain,
This wily riddle puzzles ev’ry fwain.
+ What flower is that which bears the Virgin’s name, '7
The richefl metal. joined with the fame?
. C U D D Y.

Anfwer, thou carl, and judge this riddle right,

I‘ll frankly own thee for a cunning Wight. I I6
* What flow’r is that which royal honour craves,
Adjoin the virgin, and ’tis firown on graves.

‘ CLODDIPOLE.

Forbear, contending louts, give o’er your firains,
An oaken flafi' each merits for his pains. I 26
But fee the fun-beams bright to labour warn,

And gild the thatch of goodman Hodges’ barn.
Your herds for want of water Rand a—dry,
They’re weary of your fong’s and fo am I.

 

 

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Nafcanturflores. Virg.
+.Marygold. * Ro/émary.
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OR THE

DITTY.

MARI/1N.

« O U N G.- Colin Clout, a lad of peerlefs
meed,

Full well could dance, and deftly tune
the reed :

In ev’ry wood his carrols fweet were

' " ' known,

At every wake his nimble feats were fhown.

When in the ring the rufiick louts he threw, 5

The damf‘els pleafures with his conquefis grew 5

Or when aflant the cudgel threats his head,

His danger fmites the breafl of ev’ry maid,

But chief of Marian. Marian lov‘d the fwain,

The pari‘on‘s maid, and neatef’c of the plain. IO

Marian that foft could firoak the udder’d cow,

Or lel‘fen with her flew: the barley mow; '

Marbled with fage the hard’ning cheefe {he prefs’d,

And yellow butter Marian’s skill confefs’d;

But Marian now devoid ofcountry cares,

Nor yellow butter nor fage cheefe prepares ; 5!

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1'4”" NSECO ND P A .31 O- lit/1 L. ‘
For yearning love the witlefs maid employs,

And IOVe,,.fay fwains, all hufy heed dellroys.

Colin- I’nalkes mock at all her piteous (mart,

A lafs thatCz'c’ly hight, had won his heart; _ zeta
Bic’ly the wetlem lafs that tends the-lace,

The IriVal of the parfoxfs maid was the.

In dreary {hade now Marian lies alonga

And mixt with fighs thus wails in plaining fong.

Ah Wol‘ul day! ah wol‘ul noon and mom! 23 \
When firfl by thee my yonnglings white were thorn“:
Then firfl, I ween, I call a lover’s eye,

My fheep were filly, but more lilly l :
Beneath the lhears they felt no latling fmart,
They lot“: but fleeces while I loll a heart.

Ah Colin! canfi thou leave thy fweetheart true !_
What? I have done for thee will Cic’ly do?

Will lhe thy linnen wall: or hofen darn, V
And knit thee gloves made of her own—fpun yarn ?
Will {he with hul'wife’s hand provide thy meat, 33
And ev’ry Sunday morn thy neckcloth plait ?

Which o’er thy herfey doublet fpreading wide,

In fervice-time drew Cic’ly’s eyes afide.

Where-e7cr I gad I cannot hide my care,

My new difaflers in my‘look appear. . 46;
White as the cur-d my ruddy cheek is grown,

So thin my features that I’m hardly known;

Qur neighbours tell me oft in joking talk

Ofalhes, leather, oatmeal, bran and chalk 5
unwittingly ovaarz'an they divine; 45-
And will not that with thoughtful love I pine. ,

Yet Colin Clout, untoward Shepherd Swain,

Walks whillling blithe, whilfi pitiful Iplain. V

Whilom with thee ’twas Marian’s dear delight
To moil all day, and merry make at night. 50

 

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The D 2' Ii" T T.
IFin the foil you guide the crooked. ihare,
Your early breakf‘afi is my confiant care.
And when with even hand you firow the grain,
I fright the thievilh rooks from oil‘ the plain.
In miflingdays when I my threfher heard, 55
With nappy beer I to the barn repair’d ; -4
Lott in the mu lick of the whirling flail,
To gaze on thee I left the fmoaking pail:
In harvefi when the fun was mounted high, , 3
”My leathern bottle did thy drought fupply;; _ 6o
When-e’er you mow'd Ifollow’d With the rake,
And have full oft been fun-burnt for thy fake:
When in the welkin gath’ring lhow’rs were fecn,
I Iagg”d the lafi with Colin on the green;
And when at eve returning with thy carr, . 6;
Awaiting heardrthe gingling bells from far, ’
Strait on the lire the footy pot I plac’t, V
'l‘o warm thy broth, I burnt my hands for hafic:
iiih‘en hungry thou fiood’fi flaring, like an oaf,
I flic’d the luncheon from. the barley loaf, 70
With crumbled bread I thickend well thy mefs.
Ah, love me more, or love thy puttage let‘s!
Lafi Friday’s eve7 when as the fun was fet,
I7 near yon ilile, three fallow Gyffies met:
Upon my hand they caflra Poring look, 75‘
Bid me beware, and thrice their heids'they lhook;
They raid that many cro‘lles I mull prove,
Some in my WorldlYgain, but mofi in love.
Next mom I mif‘s’d three hens and our old cock,
And off the hedge two pinners and a fmock. 8‘9,
I bore thofe lolfescwith a chrifiian mind,
And no .milhaps could feel, Whilll thou wert kindg
Put linee, alas! I grew my Colin’s fcom,
I’ve known no pleature9 night? or noon7 or mom.
Help me.) ye Gypfles, bring him home again, 85
And to a confiant lat’s give back her fwain.
Have I not fat with thee full manv a night;
When dying embers were our enly light,

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-ié .SECONU)PASTORAL.
When ev’ry Creature did in numbers lye,‘
Befide our cat, my Colin Clean and I ? go
No troublous thoughts the oat of Colin Ihdve,‘

While I alone am kept aWaké by love.

; :Remember, Colin, When at lafi year’s wake,
I bought the cofily prefent for thy fake:
Couldfi thou (poll o’er the 7pofie On thy knife, 95
And with another chahge thy flare oflife ? -
If thou forgei’fi, l wot, I can rep’Cat,
My memory ‘can tell the verfe ('0 fwee't.
As this i’s‘érQV’d Upon this knife o'fthine,
Sois thy image on this heart of mine. :06
But woe is me ! inch prefer/it‘s Tucklefs prove,
For knives, they to” nxe,.'alv.}éys fever love.

,7 Thus Marion w2i1’d5 hereye with tears brimful,
When goody Dobbins brought her cow to bull.

With apron blue todry her tears {he Tought, ‘ 105-
Then favb the cow well ferv’d, and. took a gr’Oat.

 

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SPARABELLA.

H E wailings of a maiden I recite,
A maiden fair,that8parabella highf,
Such flrains ne’er warble in the

Iinnets throat, \

NJ the gay goldfinch chaunts f0

fweet a note?

No magpye chattcr’d, nor the pa'in‘
QM _ _ K ted jay, g
No Ox was heard £010ij nor Af's to bray.
N0 rufiling breeZES piay’d the leaves among,
While thus her madrigai the damfel fung.

"mu—n...
3“ Dumps, or Dumbsa made ufe ofto aggrefi a fitof the
fullens. Some have frez‘ended z‘h‘at it :75 derived
from Dumops a king Ongypta t/mt éuz'lt a gym-
mid and @345 0}” mafanc/zdy. S0 I‘Jfoyes affer the
fame many/era. i3 1,1465%}:th have some from Merops
another Egypzian king, that dy’d of the fame dz“-
fiemper; Mt Om" Englifiq arri’igémries have cage:-
z‘urfd, Hzat dumps, which is? agrimam heaving; of
fpz’rits, comes from the ward (iuwgblz‘n9 Z‘I’ze heaviq/i‘
kind ofpudding that is mien in MI; wum‘ry, mac/2
ufed in Norfolk, and ether (aunties of England.
L. 5. Immemor Heréarum qua: eff mimmjuvema
Certéntes quorumfiu‘pe‘faflw carmir/e Lynn’s;
lit mutant/m: rfgm‘efir-umflzmzinn cur-(1345. Virg.
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I8- \THIRDP‘ASTORAL.
Awhile, O D’Urfy, lend an ear or twain, .
Nor, though in homely guife, my verfe difdain 5 10
Whether thou feek’fl new kingdoms in the fun,
Whether thy mufe does at New-market run,
Or does with goflips at a feafl regale,
And heighten her conceits with tack and ale,
Or elfe at wakes with 70m: and Hodge rejoice, I;
Where. Durfy’s lyricks {well in every voice;
Yet fuffer me, thou bard of wondr‘ous meed,
Amid thy bays to wave this rural weed. ‘
Now the fun drove adown the weficrn road,
And oxen laid at refi forget the goad, 20
The clown fatigu’d trudg’d homeward with his fpade,
Acrofs the meadows firetch’d the lengthen’d {hade 5
When Sparaéella penfive and Forlorn,
Alike with yearning love and iabour worn,
Learfd on her rake, and flrait with doleful guife 25
Did this fad plaint in moanfui notes devife.
Come night as dark as pitch, furround my head,
From Sparaéella Bumkz‘net is fled 5
The ribbon that his val’rous cudgel won,
Lafi Sunday happier Clumfilis put on. 30
Sure, if he’d eyes (but loVe, they fay, has none)
I whilome by that ribbon had been known.

 

Line 9. Tu mihifeu magni fuperasjamfaxa Tima'vz'.
Sirve oram Illyrz'cz' legis oequorz's

i I. An opera written 5)! this author, mailed the W'or/al
in the Sun, or the Kingdom of Birds; he is alfl; fa-
mous for his fling on the New-market horfe-rare,
and fiveral other: that are fimg 5} the Britith
fwaz’ns.

17. Meal, an old wordforfame or renown.

18, , Hancfine tempura :ircum

' Inter-viflriccs ederam tibi/erpere lauros.
25. Incumtvens tereti Damon 1-: (refit Olivx.

 

 

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The DU M P S.

Ah, well-a-day ! I’m lhent with banet'ul fmart,
For with the ribbon he befiow’d his heart.

My plaint, yelafles, with this burthen aid, 33
’Tis hard ('0 true a damfel dies a maid.

Shall heavy Clumfilis with me compare !
View this, ye lovers, and like me del'pair.
Her blubber’d lip by fmutty pipes is worn,
And in her breath tobacco whiffs are born ; 40
The cleanly cheefe-prefs {he could never turn,
Her awkward fifi did ne’er employ the churn ;
Ife’er {he brew’d, the drink wou’d firait go four,
Before it ever felt the thunder’s pow’r :
No houfwifery the dowdy creature knew ; 45
To fum up all, her tongue confel’s’d the flirew.

My plaint, ye lafl'es, with this burthen aid,
aTis hard fo true a damf‘el dies a maid.

I’ve often feen my vifage in yon lake,
Nor are my features of the. homeliel’t make. 50
Though Clumfilis may boall a whiter dye,
Yet the black floe turns in my rolling eye :,
And fairefl bloIToms drop with ev’ry blafi,
But the brown beauty will like hollies lafi.
Her wan complexion’s like the wither’d leek, 5',“
While Katharine pears adorn my ruddy cheek.
Yet the, alas! the witlefslout hath won,
And by her gain, poor Sparaéell’s undone 1

Line 33 Shent, an old word, fignifyz‘nghurt or harmed.
37 Molt/o Nifa datur, quid mm fperemus Amantes ?
Virg ;
4,9 Neg/14m adeo informis, nuper me in Litters vidi,
\ Virg,
5‘3 Alba ligufim :adunt, vaccim‘a 125ng Zeguntur.

Virg.

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20 THIRD PASTORAL.

Let hares and hounds in coupling (traps unite, ‘3
The clocking hen make friendlhip with the kite, 60 /
let the fox limply wear the nuptial noofe,

And join in wedlock with the wadling goofe ;

For love hath brought a firanger thing to pafs,

The fairei’r- lhepherd weds the fouiefi lafs.

My plaint, ye lafl'es; with this burthen aid, 6'
”Tis hard f0 true a damfel dies a maid.

Sooner {hall cats difport in waters clear,
And fpeckled mackrels graZe the meadows fair?
Sooner {hall fcriech-owls bask in funny day,
And the flow afs on trees, like fquirrels, play, 79
Sooner lhall fnails on infefi pinions rove,

Then I fOrget my {hepherd’s wonted love !

My plaint, ye lafl‘es, with this burthen aid,
’Tis hard f0 true a damfel dies a maid.

Ah ! didl‘r thou know what profees I withfiood,
When late I met the fquire in yonder wood 1 76
To me he flied, regardlel‘s of his game,

While all my check was glowing red with lhame;
My lip he kif’s’d, and prais’d my healthful look,
Then from his purfe of filk a guinea took, Se
into my hand he forc’d the tempting gold,
While l with modefi flruggling broke his hold.
He fwore that Dick in liv’ry firip‘d with lace,
Should wed me foon to keep me from difgrace 5
But I nor footman priz’d nor golden fee, 85
For what is lace or gold compar’d to thee?
My plaint, ye lattes, with this burthen aid,
’Tis hard fo true a daml‘el dies a maid.

 

    
    
     

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Cum mm'lms timiqlz' ovem'ent ad pawl“ Dame. Virg.

67 Ante Jews ergd yafientur in «there Cer‘vz‘
Etfreta defiz‘tuent nudos in littore Pifies
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Now plain I ken whence Love his rife begun.
Sure he was born fome bloody butcher s fon, 9c»;
Bred up in ihambles, where our younglings flain,
Erfl taught him mifehief and to fport with pain.
The father only filly iheep annoys,

- The fon, the fillier {hepherdefs defiroys.

Does fon or father greater mifchief do. 9 9;;
The fire is cruel fo the fon 13 too. ' h '
My plaint, ye laiTes, with this burthen aid,
’Tis hard ('0 true a damfel dies a maid.

Farewel, ,ye woods, ye meads, ye flreams that flow, r

A. fudden death {hall rid me of my woe, * 1013
This penknife keen my windpipe {hall divide.
What, 1112111 I fall as fqueaking pigs have dy> d. ?
No To fome Tree this carcafe I’ ll fuf'pend
But worrying curs find fuch untimely end. ’ ’
1’ ll fpeed me to the pond, where the high fiool 105
On the long plank hangs o’er the muddy pool,
That flool, the dread of'ev’ ry fcolding Quean
Yet, {we alover fhould not dye to mean!

 

 

 

 

 

Line 89. To Ken, flire Chaucero, to ken; and kende
natm. A. S. cunnan. Goth. kannan. Germanis
hennen. Danis kzende. Iflandis kanna. Belgis
hennen. This word ‘2: ofgeneral ufe, but not
‘very common though not unknown to the mil-
gar. Ken for fro/picere is well known, anti
afed to difcoruer hy the 6316.301} F. R S.
Nuns/520 quidfit Amer, 8m.

(rudelis mater magi: an puer improhus z'Zle?
Improéus ille puer, crudeh‘s ta qaoqae mater.
Virg
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a Preceps aeriz’ fpecula (I: mantis z'n andas
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22 THIRD P ASTO RAL:

There plac’d aloft, I’ll rave and rail by fits,
Thdugh all the parifh fay I’ve 101‘: my wits :, no
And thence, if courage holds, my felfll’ll throw,
And quench my paifion in the lake below.
Ye lalfes, ceafe your burthen, ceafe to moan,
And, by myeafe fOrewarn’d, go mind your own.
The fun was fet; the night came on a~pace~, I 15
And falling dews bewet around the place,
The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings,
And the hoarfe owl his woeful dirges fings ;
The prudent maiden deems it now too late,
tAnd 3til to morrow comes, defers her fate. I at}

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HOBNELIA.

0 B N E L I A feated in a dreary vale,
In penfive mood rehears’d her pitcoue
tale,
Her piteous tale the winds in fighs bev
moan,
And pining eccho anfwers groan for
roan.
I rue the day, a rueful day I trow7 S?
The woful day, a day indeed of woe !
When Lubberkz’n to town his cattle drove,
A maiden fine bedight he‘hapt to love 3
The maiden fine bedight his love retains.
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fill FOURTH PASTORAL”:

Return, my Lublzerkin, thef’e ditties hear ;
Snells will I try, and fpells {hall eafe my care.

With my {harp heel ‘1 three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.

~When firfl the year, I heard the cuckow fing, I;
And call with welcome note the budding fpring,
I firaitway feet a running with fuch ha'fle,
Deb’rah that won the fmock fcarce rain f0 fail.
’Till fpent for lack of breath, quite weary grown,
Upon a tiling/bank 1 fat adown , 20
Then doff’d my lhoe, and by my troth, I fwear,
Therein I fpy’d this yellow frizzled hair,
As like to Lubéerkin’s in curl and hue,
Asif upon his comely pate it grew. 24

With my {harp heel I three times mark the ground,

And turn me thrice around, around, around.

At eve lafi Midfummer no deep I fought,
But to the field a bag of hemp-feed brought, -
I fcatter’cl round the feed on ev’ry fide,
And three times in a trembling accent cry’d, 30
This hemp-feed with my virgin hand I fow,
- Who {hall my true-love be, the crop {hall mow.
I firait look’d back, and if my eyes fpeak truth,
With his keen fcythe behind me came the youth.
With my {harp heel I three times mark the ground.
And turn me thrice around, around, around. 36

Lafi Valentine, the day when birds of kind
Their paramours with mutual chirpings find;
I rearly rof'e, jufi at the break of day,
Before the fun had chas‘d the flats away 5 4,0

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- ‘ and do on.

A field

  
The SP E L L.‘

‘ Afield I went, amid the morning dew,
To milk my kin: ( for To fl10u1d hufwives do)

Thee firfi I fpy’ d and the firfi fwain we fee,

In fpite of fortune ihall our true- love be- ,

See Luééei kin, each bird his partner take,

And can It thou then thy fweetheart dear forfake. ’
With my {harp heel I three times mark the ground

And turn me thrice around, around, around.

   

Lafi May—day fair I fearch’d to find a fnai],
That might my fecret lover 5 name reveal; 50
Upon a goofeberry bufh a fnail I found,

For always fnails near fweetefi "fruit abound.

I feiz’d the vermin, home I quickly fped,

And on the hearth the milk-white embers fpread,

Slow crawl’d the fnaily and if I right can fpell, 55
In the {oft afl1€s1nark°d a curious L : .
Oh, may this wondrous omen lucky prove !

For L is found in Lufiéerkin and Love.

With my {harp heefl three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around7 around, around. 60

Two hazle nuts I threw into the flame,
And to each nu: EC gave a fweet— heart’s name.
This with the loudefi bounce me fore amaz ’d.
That in a flame of brightefi colour blaz’d.
‘ AS blaz’ d the nut f0 may thy nafiion grow 65
For’ twas thy nut that di dfo brightiy glow 1 ,

With my {harp heel 1 three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around9 around around.

 

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9.6 FOURTH PASTORAL.

As peafcods once I pluck’d, I chanc’d to fee
One that was clofely fill’d with three times three,
Which when I crop’d I fafely‘ home convey’d, 7;
And o’er my door the fpell in fecret laid.
My wheel I turn’d, and fung a ballad new,
While from the fpindle I the fleeces drew ;
The latch mov’d up, when who {hould firfi come in,
Butin his proper perfon Lubéerkin. 75
I broke my yarn furpriz’d the fight to fee,
Sure fign that he would break his word with me :
Eftfoons Ijoin’d it With my wonted flight,
So may again his Love with mine unite! 80
With my {harp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.

 

/ This lady—fly I take from oi? the grafs,
Whofe fpotted back might fcarlet red furpafs.
Flv, lady-bird, North, South, or Eafi or We , 85
Fly where the man is found that I love bed.
He leaves my hand, fee to the Wefl‘ he’s flown,
To call my true love from the faithlefs town.
With my {harp heel I three timES mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around. 99

This mellow pippin, which I pare arodnd,
My ihepherd’s name fhall flouriih on the ground.
I fling th3 unbroken paring o’er my head,

Upon the grafs a perfeé‘r L is read;
Yet on my hearta fairer L is I'een 95 '
Than what the paring marks upon the green. "

With my {harp heel I three times mark the ground,

And turn me thrice around, around, around.

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This pippin {hall'anot'hcr tryal make,
See 7?er the core tWo kernels brown I take; mg
This on W V cheek for .i'J/wfiéerkz'n is worn,
And 15005_;,.Zod 0n t’other Eric is born.
But Foobyclod Cyan droys upon the ground,
A certain token that his love’s unfoulzd,
While Lufiberlein flicks firmly to the ldfi 5 105
Oh were hrs lips to mine out joisx’d {'3 fan !

With my iharp heel 1 three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, arounl. ‘

As Luéeerkin once flept beneath a tree,

I twich’d his dangling garter from his knee; I 1o
He will not when the hempen firing I drew,
Now mine I qulckly doff or inkle blue;
Together fafi I tye the garters twain,
And while I knit the knot repeat this flrain,
Three times 2; tr ue~love’s knot I tye fecure, 'x 15
Firm be the knot, firm may his love end ure.

. With my {harp heel 1 three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around.

As I was wont, I trudg’d lafi market-day
To town, With‘new-laid eggs preferv’d in hay. 1 20
I made my market long before ’twas night,
My purfe grew'heavy and my basket lights
Strait to the pothecary’s {hop I went,
And in love-powder all my money fpent;

 

Line -109. Nefi‘e triém nadir terms, Amaryllz‘, galore:
Neé'fe, Amarylli modag £3 Veneris die 'uificula mf’z‘o.

Virg.
123. Has Herbzc, atque has Panto mihi Mia :venems
Ipfe dedit Maris. Virg.

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‘28 FOURTH PASTORAL.

Behap what will, next Sunday after prayers, I 25
When to the ale—houfe Lubéerkin repairs, _
Ihefe golden flies intohis mug, I’ll-throw,
And‘foon the fwain with fervent love {hall glow.

With my {harp heel I three times mark the ground,
And turn me thrice around, around, around. I 30

But'hold —-— our Light-foot barks, and cocks his ears,
O’er yonder fiile fee Luéberkin appears. .
He comes, he comes, Hoénelz'a’s not bewray’d,

Nor lhall lhe, crown’d with willow, die a maid.

He vows, he fwears, he’ll give me a green gown,

Oh dear! I fall adown, adown, adown! 136,

 

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BUMKINE-T.

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deem. '

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tatz'on over the dead, not a contrafi‘z'an of the Latin
Dirige in the papa/h hymn Dirige Greffus mms, a:
film pretend; but from the Tutonick Dyrke, Lau.
dare, to frat/e and extol : leence it 2': faflihle their
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Erom the tall elm, a lhow’r of leaves is born, 5
And their 101’: beauty riven beeches mourn.
Yet ev’n this feafon pleafance blithe affords,
Now the fqueez’d prefs foams with our apple hoards.
Come, let us hye, and quafi a cheery bo wl,
Let cyder new wafh forrow from thy foul. ' Io
‘ G R U B B I N 0 L.
Ah Bumkinet! fince thou from hence wert gone,
From thefe fad plains all merriment is flown ;
Should I reveal my grief ’twould fpoil thy chear,
And make thine eye o’erflow with many a tear.
B U M K I N E 1".
Hang forrow ! let’s to yonder hutt repair, I 3
And with trim fonnets call away our care.
Gillian ofC’roydon well thy pipe can play. ..
Thou fing’fl mofl fweet, O’er hills and far “my. ’
Of Patient Grifl'el I devife to ling,
And catches quaint fliall make the vallies ring. 20
Come, Gruékinol, beneath this lhelter, come, ,
From hence we view our flocks fecurely roam.
G R U B B I N 0 L.
, Yes, blithel‘ome lad, a tale I mean to fing,
But with my woe {hall difiant vallies ring.
The tale {hall make our kidlings droop their head,
For woe is me ! our Blouzeliml is dead. 26
_ B U M K I N E T.
Is Blouzelindu dead? farewel my glee !
N0 happinefs is now referv’d for me.
As the wood-pidgeon cooes without his mate,
So {hall my doleful dirge bewail her fate. 30
Of Blouzelinda fair I mean to tell, '
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Line 15. Incipe Mop/E priarfi qua; aut Phyllidis ignes,
Aut Alcom‘s Izabes Laudes, autjurgz'a Codrz’.

27. Glee, 70):, from the Dutch, Glooren, to recreate.

Henceforth,

  
   

Henceforth the mom lhall dewy forrow flied;
And ev’ning tears upon the grafs be fpread;
The rolling fiream with watry grief {hall flow,
And winds {hall moan aloud -—~ when loud they blow.
Henceforth, as oft as autum {hall return,
The dropping trees, whene’er it rains, {hall mourn;
This l'eafon quite {hall firip the country’s pride,

For >twas in autum Blouzelinda dy’d. 43
Where-e’er I gad, I Blouzelz'nd {hall View,
Woods, dairy, barn and mows our paiiion knew.

When I diref’r my eyes to yonder wood,
Frelh rifing forrows curdles in my blood.
Thither I’ve often been the damfel’s guide,
When rotten flicks our fuel have fupply’d ;
There, I remember how her faggots large,
Were frequently thefe happy {boulders charge.
Sometimes this crook drew hazle boughs adown,
And fiuf‘f’d her apron wide with nuts fo brown;
Or when her feeding hogs had mifs’d their way, SQ
Or wallowing ’mid a feafl ofacorns lay ;
Th’ untoward creatures to the {Eye I drove,
And whifiled all the way or told my love.

If by the dairy’s hatch I chance to hie, , 5;
I {hall her goodly Countenance efpie;
For there her goodly countenance I’ve feen,
Set off with kerchief fiarch’d and pinners clean.
Sometimes like wax, {he rolls her butter round, ,
Or with the wooden lilly prints the pound. 6o
Whilome I’ve feen her skim the clouted cream,
And prefs from fpongy curds the milky fiream.
But, now, alas ! thefe ears {hall hear no more
The whining fwine furround the dairy door : '
No more her care {hall fill the hollow tray, ‘ Kg;

 

. To fat the guzzling hogs with floods of whey.

Lament, ye fwine, in gruntings fpend your grief,
For you, like me, have loll your fole relief.
When in the barn the founding flail l ply,
Where from her fieve the chaff was wont to fly, Ilia
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3-2 FIFTH PA STO R AL.

The poultry there will feem around to {land?
Waiting upon her charitable hand.
No fuccour meet the poultry now can find,
For they, like me, have lofi their Blozmelind.
Whenever by yon barley mow I pafs, 75
Before my eyes will trip thetidy lafs. V
I: pitch’d the {heaves (oh Could I do f0 now)
' Which {he in rows yil’d on the growing mow.
There ev’ry deale my heart by love was gain’d,
There thefweet kit's my courtfhip has explain‘d. 89
Ah Bloomelind ! that mow I ne’er {hall fee,
But thy memorial wiil revive in me.
Lament, ye fields, and ruefu] fymptoms f‘now,
Hencet‘orth let not the frnelling primrofe grow 5
Let weeds infiead of butter-flow‘rs appear, 85
And meads,‘ inflead of daifies, hemlock bear 5
For cowflips fweet let dandelions fpread,
For Bioniélilnda, biithemee maid, is dead!
Lament ye fWains, and o’er her grave bemoan,
And fpell ye right thisyerfe upon her (tone. 9:»
Here filouulindu lies -—_———-— alas, alas !
Weep fliepherds, and remember fleih is grafsu
GR‘U'BBINOL.
Albeit thy fangs, are fweeter to mine ear,
Than to the thirfiy cattle rivers clear;
Or winter porridge to the El'ab‘ring youth, 95
Or» bun's and fugar to the damfel’s tooth 3
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Line 84. Pro molli Mala}, pro purfureo‘Narciflh
Carduus, affinl‘r fur-git Paliurus acutis. Virg-
90. fit tumulum fac__ité7{5 tumulo fuperaddite Carmem
1‘3) . Tale tuum Carmen-72,0528? Divine Po’eta9
Qualefipor feflis in gmmz’ne : quale per refium
Dulcis aqua/alienfe fitz'm rcfl'inguere rive.
Nor tqmen ha’c q’uocumque modo tibz‘: nofira viciflm
Dicemus, Dafhninque tuum tollemus ad olflra. Virg.

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The D I R G E.
Yet Blouzelz‘nda’ 3 name {hall tune my lay.
Of her I’ll fing for ever and for aye.

When Blouzelz’nd expir ’,d the weather’s bell
Before the drooping flock toll’ d forth her knell; 100
The folemn death- watch click’ d the hour {he dy’d,
And {hrilling crickets in the chimney cry ’d,
The boding raven on her cottage fat,
And with hoarfe croaking warn ’d us of her fate;
The lambkin, which her wonted tendance bred, to;
Drop’d on the plains that fatal infiant dead;
Swarm ’d on a rotten flick the bees I fpy’ d,
Which erfl I faw when goody Doéfon dy’d.

How {hall I void of t.,ears her death relate,
While on her darling’ 5 bed her mother fat. ‘ 1 10
Thefe Words the dying Blaumlz‘nda fpoke
And of the dead let none the will revoke.

Mother, quoth fhe, let not the poultry need,
And give the goofe wherewith to raife her breed,
Be thefe my fifier 8 care and ev ry mom .1 I 5
Amid the ducklingslet her f'catter corn- , f
The fickly calf that’s hous’d, befure to tend,
Feed him with milk, and from bleak colds defend.
Yet e’er I die fee, Mother, yonder “7161f,
There fecretly I’ve hid my worldly pelf. ‘ 1 20
Twenty good {hillings in a rag I laid, »
Be ten the parfon’s, for my fermon paid.
The refi is yours My fpinning wheel and rake,
Let Sufan keep for her dear fitter’ s fake ;
MV new firaw hat that’ s trimly lin’d with green,
Let Peggy wear, for ihe s a damfel clean. - 126
My leathern bottle, long in harvefis try ’d, .
Be GmZminol’ 5 this filver ring befide. ‘
Three 111ver pennies, and a ninepence bent
£31. token kind, to Bumkz’net is fent. x30
't‘hus {poke the maiden, while her mother ch’d,
And peaceful, like the harmlef s lamb, {he dy’d.

'lo fi1ow their love, the ne ghbours far and. near,
holloW’d vith w :fiful look the damfel’s bier.

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34 FIFTH PASTORAL.

Sprigg’d roi‘emary the lads and ladies bore, 13;
While difmally theparfon walk’d before. ‘
Upon her grave their rofemary they threw,
The daifie, butter—flow’r and endive blue.
After the good man warn’d us from his text,
That none could tell whof‘e turn wou’d be the next 3
He faid, that heav’n wou’d take her foul no doubt,
And fpoke the hour-glafs in her praife quite out.
To her fweet mem’ry flow’ry garlands firung,
O’er her now empty feat aloft were hung. 144:
With wicker rods we fenc’d her tomb around,
To ward from man and beall the hallow’d ground,
left her new grave the parfon’s cattle mm,
For both his horfe and cow the church-yard gram.
Now we truded homeward to her mother's farm,
To drink new cyder mull’d, with ginger warm,
For gaffer Tread'well told us by the by, I 3‘5
Exceifive forrow is exceeding dry.
While bulls bear horns upon their curled brow,
Or laiTes with foft firoakings milk the cow 5
While padling ducks the {landing lake defire,
Or batt’ning hogs roll in the finking mire; 150
While moles the crumbled earth in hillocks raif‘e,
So long {hall fwains tell Blouzelz‘nda’s praife.
Thus wail’d the louts, in melancholy flrain,
’Till bonny Su/an fped a-croi‘s the plain 5
They feiz’d the lafs in apron clean array’d, 16:,
And to the ale-houfe forc’d the willing maid :,
In ale and. kifl'es they forget their cares, A
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FLIGHTS.

BOWZYBEUS.

UBLI'MER firains, O rufiick mufe,
prepare; -
Forget a-while the barn and dairy’s
care; ' '
Thy homely voice to lofticr num-
bers raife,
The drunkard’s flights require (‘0-
- . “ " norous lays;
With Bowzyéeus’ fongs exalt thy verfe,
While rocks and woods the various notes reheatfe.
. "I‘was in the feal'on when the reaper’s toil
Of the ripe harvefl ’gan to rid the foil;
Wide throngh the fields wasr-f‘een a goodly rout’,
Clean damfels bound the gather’d lheaves about, to
The lads with fharpen’d hook and fweating brow
Cut down the labours ofthe winter-plow.
To the near hedge young Sufim fleps afide 5
She feign‘d her coat or garter was unty’d;
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36 SIXTH PASTO RA L.
What—e’ei‘ {he did, {he floop‘d adown unfeen, l 5
And merry réa’pefs, what they lifl, will w‘éen'.

Soon lh‘e"rofe up, and cry’d with voice {'0 thrill

That e’Ccho" aaner’d from the di‘flant hill :

The youths’and damfels ran to flu/2172’s aid,

Who thought mee adder had the laf‘s, dil‘may’d; 26

When fall afleep they Borwzybeu: fpy’d,

His hat and oaken fiafi" lay clofe befide:

That Baqfizyéeur who could fw'eetl y ling,

Or with the rozin’d bow torment the firing ;

That Bowzybeus who with fingers fpeed, 2;
Could call foft warblings from the breathing reed;
That Bowzybeus who with jocund tongue,

Ballads and roundelays and catches fung.

They loudly laugh to fee the damfel’s fright,

And in difport furround the drunken wight. 33

Ah Bowzybee, why didfl thou fiay to long,

The mugs were large, the drink was wondrous flrong!

Thou fhould’fl have left the fair before ’twas night,
But thou fat’fi toping ’till the morning light. .,
Gic’ly,‘ brisk maid, fieps forth before the rout, 3;
And kifs’d with {macking lips the fnoring lout.

FOr cufiom fays, Who-6361' this venture proves,

For fuch a kifs demands a pair of gloves.

By her example Dorcas bolder gro'Ws,

And plays a tickling flraw within his nofe. 40*

He rubs his nofiril, and. in-wonted joke,

The I‘neering fwains with fiamm’ring fpeech befpoke:
To you, my lads, I’ll fing my carrolso’er,

As for the maids, —— I’ve fomething elfe in fiO‘rG-

No fooner >gan he raifehis tuneful fong, 145
But lads and ladies round about him throng.
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22. Serta prowl tantum capiti'delapfa jacebant. Virg.
4.0 Sanguinei: frontem Mam-{3 Temporal pingit. Virg.
43c Garmina qua vultis, cognofrz‘t: 5 mrmz‘na wab‘ir,

Hui: aliud Mercedis erit. Virg—
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Not ballad-finger'plac’d above the croud

Sings with a note to {hri‘ll'ing fweet and loud,

Nor parifli clerk who Calls the pf'alms (‘0 clear,

Like Bowmybeus fooths th’ attentive car. ‘56
Of nature’s laws his carrols firl’t begun, _- =

Why the grave owl can never face the fun ;

For owls, as fWains obferve, detefi‘ the light, '

And only fing and feek their prey by night.

How turnips hide their fwelling heads: below, ' 5';

And how the clofing coleworts upwards grow; '

How Will-a-wifp mifleads night-faringclownsi

O’er hills, and finking bogs, and pathlefs downs;J

Of fl'ars he told that {hoot with fhining trail, . ‘

And of the glow-Worm’s light that gilds his tail. 6‘

He fung where wood-cocks in the fummer feed,

And in what climates they renew their breed 3

Some think» to northern coafis their flight they tend,

Or to the moon in midnight hours afcend.

Where fwallows in the winter’s feafon keep, 65‘

And how the drow fie bat and dormoufe fleep. -

How nature does the puppy’s eyelid’elofe,

Till the bright fun hath nine times fet and rofe. '

For huntfmen by their long experience find,

That puppys flill nine rolling funs are blind. 76.
Now he goes on and fings of fairs and fhows,

FOr fiill new fairs before his eyes arofe.

How pedlars fiallswith glitt’ring toys are laid,

The various fairings of the country maid.

 

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Ne: tanmm Rlzodope miran‘tur £3 Ifinarus Offbeat.

Vir .

51. Our fwain had frobably read Tufl'er, from rwisze

he might have collefied tho/2‘ philofiphical 05/21“

'vatz'éms.

Namqm mncéat uti magnum per inane mafia, 8‘6.

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38 SIXTH P ASTO R AL.
Longfilken laces hang upon the twine, 7;
And rows of pins and amber bracelets {hine ;
How the tight lafs, knives, combs and fcifl'ars fpys,
And looks on thimbles with defiring eyes-
Oi‘ lott’ries next with tuneful note he told,
Where filver fpoons are won and rings-of gold. 80
The lads and laffes trudge the fireet along,
And all the fair is crouded in his fong.
Ehe mountebank now treads the flags; and fells,
His pills, his balfams, and his ague fpells ;
Now o’er and o’ervthe nimble tumbler fprings, 85
And on the rope the 'vent’rous maiden fwings;
1a ck-pudding in his parti-coloured jacket,
Toffes the glove, andrjoltes at ev’ry packet.
Of raree-lhows he fungyand szch’s feats,
Of pockets‘pick’din crowds, and various cheats. 96
Then fad he fung the Children in the wood:
Ah barb’rous uncle, flain’d with infant blood !
How blackberrys they pluek’d in defarts wild,
And fearlefs at the glittiring faulC-hion fmilhl;
Their little corps the robin-red-breait found, 95 _
And firow‘d with piousbill the leaves around.
Ah gentle birds !, ifithis verl‘e lafis ['0 long,
Your names {hall live for ever in my fong.
For buxom yohanhe fung the doubtful firife,
How the fly failor made-the maid a wife. , me:
To louder firains he rai5°d his voice, to tell
What woeful warsin thy—chafe befell, ,
When Pz’en'y drove the dear with hound and horn,
Wars to be wept by chi'ldtez’i yet unborn ‘. " -
Ah With’ringten, more years thy life. had crown’d, 105'
If thou hadfl never-Lheglrdthe horn, or hound ! '

 

 

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Nufla Die: unguam memari ms eximet d'vo. Virg.

99.. A/ong in the remedy of Love for Love, 563511775113:
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The FLIGHTS. 39

Yet {hall the fqguire, who fought on bloody (lumps,
By future bards be wail’d in doleful dumps.

All in the land of Efl'm next he chaunts,
How to {leek mares fiarch Quaker: turn gallants; I m
How the grave brother flood on bank to green:
Happy for him if mares had never been !
Then he was feiz’d with a religious qualm,
And on a fudden fung the hundredth Pfalm.
He fung of Tafey-Wel/lq, and Sawney-Sut, I I;
Lilly-éullero and the [rifle Trot7
Why fhould I tell of Batman or of Share,
Or Wantley’s dragon flain by valiant Moore,

The bow’r of Rofamond, or Roéin Hood, I :9
And how the grafs now grows where Troy town flood ‘3
His carrols ceas’d : The lifi’ning maids and. fwaius

Seem fiill to hear fome foft imperfea firains.
Sudden he rofe ; and as he reels along,
Swears kifl‘es fweet fliould well reward his fang.

, The dami‘els laughing fly; the giddy clown {25

Again upon a wheat-{heaf drops adown ;
The pow°r that guards the drunk, his fleep atends,

”Till ruddy, like his face, the fun defcends.

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I 1 2. Etfortunatumfi nunquam Armenia fuzflfint
Pafip/zaeu. Virg-
x 17. Quid laquar aut Scyllzm Nz'fi, 8w. Virg.
117. Old Englilh Ballads.

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