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But midwifc Mutiny, that busy drab,

That's always talking, always The better to conceal her lewd intent

Was she that first took up the tz In safety from observing eyes,

And of the office most was przed Th' old strumpet did herself disguise

Behold its head of horrid form appears : In comely weeds, and to the city went,

To spite the pillory, it had no cars. Affected truth, much modesty and grace,

When Araight the bawd cry'd out, 'rwas

kin And (like a worn-out-fuburb-trull) past there for

To the blest family of Pryn. a new face. Thither all her lovers flock'd,

But Scandal offer'd to depose her word, And there for her support she found

Or oath, the father was a lort. A wight, of whom Fame's trumpet much docs

The nose was ugly, long and se found,

Broad, and snouty like a pig; With all ingredients for his business stock'd,

Which shew'd he would in dunghills love Not unlike him whose story has a place

dig; In th' annals of Sir Hudibras.

Lov'd to calt stinking satires up in ill-pil'da Of all her business he took carc,

And live by the corruptions of unhappy tito And every knave or fool that to her did repair,

Had by him admittance there.
By his contrivance to her did resort

They promis'd all by turns to take him, All who had been disgusted at the court.

And a hopeful youth to make bis. Those whose ambition had been croft,

To nurse he straight was sent Or by ill-manners had preferments lost,

To a sister-witch, though of another furt, Were those on whom she practis'd most her

One who profeft no good, nor any meant : charms,

All day she practis'd charms, by night the has Lay nearest to her heart, and oftenest in her arms.

Перt, Interest in every faction, every sed, she fought;

Yet in the outcasts of a northern factious town, And to her lure, flattering their hopes, she brought

A little smoaky mansion of her own, All those who use religion for a fashior..

Where her familiars to her did refort, All such as practise forms, and take great pains

A cell she kept.
To make their godliness their gains,

Hell she ador'd, and Satan was her god; And thrive by the distractions of a nation,

And many an ugly loathsome tead She by her art insnar'd, and fetter'd in her chains.

Crawl'd round her walls, and creat Through her the Atheist hop'd to purchase tolera

Under her roof all dismal, black, and smart tion,

Harbour'd beetles, and unwholelor:k The rebel power, the beggar'd spend-thrift lands,

Sprawling nests of little cats; Out of the king's or bishops' hands.

All which were imps she cherish'd wit Nay, to her fide at last the drew in all the rude,

blood, Ungovernable, headlong multitude :

To make her spells succeed and grande Promis'd strange liberties, and sure redress

Still at her shriveld breasts they hung, wicz Of never-felt, unheard-of gricvances :

mankind the curst, Pamper'd their follies, and indulg'd their hopes,

And with these foster-brethren was our mieux With May-day routs, November squibs, and burn

nurft. ing pasteboard popes.

In little time the hell-bred brat

Grew plump and fat,

Without his leading-strings could eate

And (as the forceress taught him) t. With her in common lust did mingle all the crew,

At seven years old he went to schow, Till at the last she pregriant grew,

Where first he grew a foe to rule. And from her womb, in little time, brought forth

Never would he learn as taught,
This monstrous, moft detested birth. But still new ways affected, and new metbu
Of children born with teeth we've heard, scught.
And some like comets with a beard;

Not that he wanted parts
Which seem'd to be fore-runners of dire change: T'improve in letters, and proceed in arts;
But never hitherto was seen,

But, as negligent as fly,
Born from a Wapping drab, or Shoreditch qucan, Of all perverseness brutishly was full,
A form like this, so hideous and so strange. (By nature idle) lov'd to shift and lie,
To help whose mother in her pains, there came

And was obftinately dull.
Many a well-known dame.
The bawd Hypocrisy was there,

Till, spite of Nature, through great pains, el
And madam Impudence the fair :

(And th' influence of th' ill genius of our land) Dame Scandal with her squinting cyes,

At last in part began to understand. That loves to set good neighbours at debate,

Some insight in the Latin tongue he go; And raise commotions in a jealous state,

Could smatter pretty well, and write too a place

hand. Was there, and Malice, queen of far-spread lies, With all their train of frauds and forgerics.

For which his guardians all thought fit

, In compliment to his most hopeful wit,

Into rebellion to divide the nation,

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How by a lawful means to bring
In arms against himself the king,

With a distinguishing old trick,
'Twixt persons natural and politic;
How to make faithful fervants trai

Thorough-pac'd rebels legislators,

And at last troopers adjutators.
Thus well inform'd, and furnish'd with enough

of such-like wody, canting stuff,
Our blade set forth, and quickly grew

A leader in a fa&tious crew.
Where-e'er he came, 'twas he first filence broke,
And swell’d with every word he spoke,

by which becoming saucy grace,

He gain'd authority and place :
By many for preferments was thought fit,
For talking treason without fear or wit ;

For opening failings in the state;
For loving noisy and unfound debate,
And wearing of a mystical green ribband in his



XIV. which the better to improve his mind,

As by Nature he was bent arch in hidden paths, and things long bury'd

find, wretch's converse much he did frequent : le who this world, as that did him, disown'd, id in an unfrequented corner, where thing was pleasant, hardly healthful found,

He led his hated life. edy, and ev'n of necessaries bare, a servant had he, children, friend, or wife : it of a little remnant, got by fraud,

all ill turns he lov'd, all good dctefted, and I

believ'd no God) brice in a week he chang'd a hoarded groat,

with which of beggars scraps he

bought. *hen from a neighbouring fountain water got,

Not to be clean, but fake his thirst. never bleft himself, and all things elle he curft. he cell in which he (though but seldom) Nept, 7

Lay like a den, uncleans'd, unswept: che sind there those jewels which he lov'd he kept;)

Old worn-out statutes, and records common privileges, and the rights of lords. lut bound up by themselves with care were laid

All the ads, resolves, and orders, made

By the old long Rump-parliament,
Through all the changes of its government :
from which with readiness he could debate
Concerning matters of the state,
down from goodly forty-one to horrid forty-

His friendship much our monster sought
By instinct, and by inclination too :

So without much ado

They were together brought.
Jhim obedience Libel swore, and by him was he

He learnt of him all goodness to detest;

To be asham'd of no disgrace;
In all things but obedience to be beast;
o bide a coward's heart, and shew a hardy face.
He taught him to call government a clog,

But to bear beatings like a dog :
T' have no religion, honesty, or sense,
But to profess them all for a pretence.

Fraught with these morals, he began
To compleat him more for man :

Diftinguish'd to him in an hour 'Twixt legislative and judicial power ;

How to frame a commonwealth,
And democracy, by stealth;
To palliate it at first, and cry,
'Twas but a well-mixt monarchy,
And treason falus populi ;

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Thus, like Alcides in his lion's skin,

He very dreadful grew,
But, like that Hercules when Love crept in,

And th' hero to his distaff drew,
His foes that found him saw he was but man :

So when my faithless Clio by her snare
Had brought him to her arms, and I surpriz'd him

At once to hate and scorn him I began;

To see how foolishly she'd drest,
And for diversion trick'd the beast.
He was poetry all o'er,
On every side, behind, before:
About him nothing could I see
But party colour'd poetry.

Painter's advices, litanies,
Ballads, and all the spurious excess

Of ills that malice could devise,
Or ever swarm'd from a licentious press,

Hung round about him like a spell :
And in his own hand too was writ,
'That worthy piece of modern wit,

The country's late appeal.
But from fuckills when will our wretched ftatc
Be freed? and who shall crush this serpent's

'Tis said we may in ancient legends read

Of a huge dragon sent by fate

To lay a sinful kingdom waste :
So through it all he rang'd, devouring as he past,
And each day with a virgin broke his fast :

Till wretched matrons curft their


So hardly was their loss endur'd :
The lovers all despair'd, and fought their
In the same monster's jaws, and of their paies were

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Till, like our monster ton, and with the same

But drooping like their captains her, Curit ends, to the metropolis he cane :

Each pendeni, every streamer, burg His crueltics renew'd again,

The feamen feem'd t' have lost their art; And every day a maid was llain. Their ships at anchor now, of which w' had hear. The curfe through every family had pait,

them boat, When to the sacrifice at last

With ill-furl'd fails and rattlings loose, by etery Th' unhappy monarch's only child must bow: billow toft, A royal daughter needs must suffer then, a royal Lay like neglected harps, untun'd, unftrung; brother now.

Till at the last, provok'd with shanse.

Forth from their dens the baited foxes carac; XVII.

Foxes in council, and in fight too grave; On him this dragon Libel needs will prey;

Seldom true, and now not brave : On him has cast

They bluster'd out the day with thew of fight,
His sordid venom, and prophan'd

And ran away in the good-natur'd nigie.
With spurious verse his ipotless fame,
Which shall for ever ftand

Unblemish'd, and to ages last,
When all his foes lie buried in their shame.

A bloody battle next was fought, Else tell me why (lonic prophet that is wis) And then in triumph home a welcrote ileet be! Heaven took such care

brought, To make him every thing that's rare, With spoils of vidcry and glory fraught. Dear to the heart, desirous to the eyes.

To him then every heart was open, down Why do all good men bless him as he gues?

From the great man to the clown: Why at his presence shrink his fres?

In him rejoic'd, to him inclin'd; Why do the brave all (trive his honour to defend ? And as his health round the glad board did pa's, Why through the world is he distinguish'd nioit Each honest fellow cry'd, Fill full my g'als; By titles, which but few can boast,

And shew'd the fullness of his inind. A most juft master, and a faithful friend?

No discontented vermin of ill times
One who never yet did wrong

Durft then affront him bnt in how; To high or low, to old or young? Nor lihel dash him with his dirty rhymes; of him what orphan can complain?

Nor may he live in peace that does it now. Of him what widow make her moan?

And whole heart would not wish fictis But such as with him here again,

"That had but seen And miss his goodness now he's gone.

When his tumultuous mided foes
If this be (as I am sure ’tis) true ;

Against him role,
Then pr’ythee, prophet, tell me too,

With what heroic grace
Why lives he in the world's eltecm, He chose the weight of wrong to undergo!
Not one man's foe? and then why are not all men No tempest on his brow, upalter'd in his face,
friends with him?

True witness of the innocence within.

But, when the mediengers did mandates bris

For his retreat to foreign land,
Whene'cr his life was fet at stake

Since fent from the relenting hand For his ungratciul country's sake, of the most loving brother, kindett kiog; What dangers or what labours did he ever thun ?

If in his heart regret did rise,
Or what wonders has not donc ?

It never (cap'd his toogue or eyes; Watchful all night, and busy all the day,

With steady virtue 'twas aliay'd,
(Sprcading his ficet in light of Holland's shore) And like a mighty conqueror he cbey'd.
Triumphantly ye saw his Augs and streamers play.
Then did the English lion roar,

Whilit the Belgian couchant lay.
Big with the thoughts of conquest and re-

It was a dark and gloomy day,

Sad as the business, fullen too
Of Britain's honour, and his own,

As proud men, when in vain they w To them he like a threatening comet Thin'd,

Or soldiers cheated of their pay. Rough as the sea, and furious as the wind;

The Court, where plealures usd :But constant as the stars that never move,

flow, Or as women would have love.

Became the scene of mourning and of wue: The trembling genius of their ftare

Desolate was every roon, Look'd out, and strait fhrunk back his Where men for news and business us'd to come head,

With folded arms and down-calt eyes enca wall To see our daring banners spread:

In corners, and with caution talk c. Whilit in their harbours they

All things prepar'd, the hour dret Like battend monsters weltering

When he must part : his laft short time was spas The winds, when ours th’ad kiss'd, scorn'd with In leaving blessings on his children dear : their flags to play ;

To them with eager hatte and love he west;




away and


The eldest first embrac'd,

All fix'd their longing cyes, and wishing stood, As new-born day in beauty bright, Till they were got into the wider flood;

But fad in mind as deepest night : Till lefsen'd out of light, and seen no more, What tendereft hearts could say, betwixt then Then figh’d, and turn'd into the hated shore. pait,

Till grief too close upon them crept; So fighing he withdrew, she turn'd

wept. Much of the father in his breast did rise,

When on the next he fix'd his eyes, PHÆDRA TO HIPPOLYTUS. A tender infant in the nurse's arms,

Full of kind play, and pretty charms :
And as to give the farewel kiss he near it drew,
About his manly neck two little arms it threw;
Smild in his eyes, as if it begg'd his stay,

And look'd kind things it could not

Tbcfeus, the for of Ægeus, baving fain the Minotaur,

promised to Ariadne, the daugbter of Minos and XXI.

Palipbae, for the alifance which foe gave bim, to

carry her bome with bim, and make ber bis wife; to But the great pomp of grief was yet to come.

togetber with ber lister Phadra they went on board Th' appointed time was almolt part,

and failed to Chios, where being warned by Bacchus, Th' impatient tides knock'd at the fhore, and bid

be left Ariadne, and married her fifier Phadra, wbo him hafte

afterwards, in Tbefeus ber bufband's abfence, fell in To seek a foreign home;

love with Hippolytus ber for-in-law, who bad vow'd The summons he resolv'd t' obey,

celibacy, and was a bunter ; wherefore, fince fee Disdaining of his sufferings to complain,

could not conveniently otherwise, fie cbofe by this Though every step seem'd trod with pain;

epiftle to give bim an account of per paffion.
So forth he came, attended on his way
By a sad lamenting throng,

F thou 'rt unkind I ne'er shall health cnjoy,
That blest him, and about him hung.

Yet much I wish to thee, my lovely boy :
A weight his generous heart could hardiy bear; Read this, and reading how my soul is feiz'd,

But for the comfort that was near, Rather than not, be with my ruin pleas'd : His beauteous Matc, the fountain of his joys,

Thus secrets safe to farthest shores may move ;
That fed his soul with love;

By letters foes converse, and learn to love.
The cordial that can mortai pains remove, Thrice ny sad tale, as I to tell it try'd,
To which all world!y bleflings else are toys. Upon my faultering tongue abortive dy'd;
I saw them ready for departure stand ;

Long Shame prevail'd, nor could be conquer Just when approach'd the Monarch of our

quite, land,

But what I blush'd to speak, Love made me write. And took the charming Mourner by the hand: 'Tis dangerous to resist the power of Love, T'express all noblest offices he strove,

The gods obey him, and he's king above; Of royal goodness, and a brother's love. He clear'd the doubts that did my mind confound, Then down to the shore side,

And promis'd me to bring thee hither bound : Where to convey them did two royal barges ride, Oh may he come, and in that breast of thine With folemn pace they pass'd,

Fix a kind dart, and make it flame like mine!
And there fo tenderly embrac'd, Yet of my wedlock vows I'll lose no care,
All griev'd by fynipathy to see them part, Search back through all my fame, thou'lt find it
And their kind pains touch'd each by-ttander's fair.

But Love long breeding to worst pain does turn;
Then hand in hand the pity'd pair Outward unharm’d, within, within I burn!
Turn'd round to face their fate; As the young bull or courser yet untam'd,
She ev'n amidst afflictions fair, When yok'd or bridled first, are pinch'd and
He, though oppreit, ftill great.

Into th' expecting boat with halte they went, So my unpractis'd heart in love can find
Where, as the troubled Fair-one to the shore fume No reit, th' unwonted weight fo toils my
wishes sent

When young, Love's pangs by arts we may ilFor that dear pledge th' ad left behind,

And as her pallion grew too mighty for her mind, But in our riper years with rage we love.

She of fome tears her eyes beguil'd, To thee I yield then all my dear renown,
Which, as upon her cheek they lay, And pr’ythee let's together be undone.
The happy hero kiss'd away,

Who would not pluck the new-blown blushing rose, And, as she wept, blush'd with disdain, and Or the ripe fruit that courts him as it grows? smil'd.

But if my virtue hitherto has gain'd
Strait forth they launch into the high-fwoln Ettcem for spotless, shall it now be stain'd?
Thames ;

Oh, in thy love I shall no hazard run;
The well-itruck vars lave up the yielding streams. l 'Tis not a fin, but wben 'tis coarsely done.


Till in full joy diffolv'd, each falls alleep Thus when the great Lucretius gires a look,
With twining limbs, that still love's posture keep; And lashes to her fpecd his fiery Muse ;
At dawn of morning to renew delight,

Still with him you maintain an equal pace, So quiet craving Love, till the next night: And bcar full stretch upon him all the race; Then we the drowsy cells of fcep forsake, But when in rugged way we find hini rein And to our books our earliest visit mike;

His verse, and not so smooth a stroke maintain ; Or else our thoughts to their attendance call, There the advantage he receives is found, And there, methiuks, Fancy fits queen of all; By you taught temper, and to chuse his ground. While the poor'under-faculties resort,

Next, his philosophy you've fo expreft And to her fickle majesty make court;

In genuine terms, fo plain, yet n atly drett, The understanding first comes plainly clad, Those murderers that now niingle it all day But usefully; no entrance to be had.

In schools, may learn from you the easy way Next comes the will, that bully of the mind, To let us know what they would mean and lay: Follies wait on him in a croup behind;

If Aristotle's friends will shew the grace He meets reception from the antic quecn,

To wave for once their statute in that case. Who thinks her majesty's most honour’d, when Go ou then, Sır, and since you could aspire, Attended by those tine-dreit gentlemen.

Aud reach this vreight, aim yet at laurel ha: Reason, the honeft counsellor, this knows,

Secure great injur'd Maro from the wrong And into court with resolute virtue gocs;

He unredeem'd has labour'd with so long Lets Fancy see her loose irregular sway,

Iu Holbourn rhyme, and, left the book focale, Then how the flattering follies sneak away!

fail, This image, when it came, too fiercely shook Expos'd with pictures to promote the fale : I.ly brain, which its fost quiet straight forfook ; So tapsters set out ligns, for muddy ale. When waking as I cast my cyes around,

You're only able to retrieve his doom, Nothing but old loath'd vanities I found;

And make him here as fam'd as once at Rome:
No grove, no freedom, and, what's worse to me, For sure, when Julius first this ifle fubdued,
No friend; for I have none compar'd with thee. Your ancestors then mixt with Roman blood;
Soon then my thoughts with their old tyrant Care Some near ally'd to that whence Ovid cane,
Were feiz'd; which to divert, 1 fram'd this prayer: Virgil and Horace, those three fons of Fine;
Gods! life's your gift, then season 't with such Since to their memory it is so true,

And shews their poetry so much in you.
That what ye meant a blessing prove no weight. Go on in pity to this wretched ifle,
Let me to the remo:eft part be whirl’d,

Which ignorant poetafters do defile
Of this your play-thing made in haste, the world; With loufy madrigals for lyric verse;
But grant nie quict, liberty, and peace,

Instead of comedy with nasty farce. By day what's necdful, and at night soft ease; Would Plautus, Terence c'er, have been so lewd. The friend I trust in, and the Ilie I love,

T' have dreft Jack-pudding up to catch the crom Then fix me ; and if e'er I wish remove,

Or Sophocles five tedious acts have marle, Make me as great (that's wretched) as ye can, To the w a whining fool in love betray'd Set me in power, the woefull'st state of man; By fome false friend or flippery chambermad, ) To be by fools niilled, to knaves a prey,

Then, ere he hangs himself, bemuans bis ia.] But make life what I ask, or take 't away.

in a dull speech, and that fine language call ?
No, since we live in such a suisome age,
When nonsense loads the press, and choaks ti


When blockheads will claim wit in nature's spi

And every dunce, that starves, prefumes to win
Exert yourself, defend the Muse's cause,
Proclaim their right, and to maintain their la:

Make the dead ancients speak the British targall,
TRANSLATION OF LUCRETIUS. That fo each chattering daw, who aims atkan

In his own mother-tongue may humbly read IR, when your took the firit time came abroad, What engines yet are wanting in his head

To make him equal to the mighty dead, For, as to sume good-nature I pretend,

For of all Nature's works w soft should 10I fear'd to read, left i should not commend. The thing who thinks hinflf a poet bass Lucretius english d! 'twas a work might shake Unbred, untaught, he rhymes, yet hardly facing The power of English verfe to undertake.

And fenfclessly, as squirrels jangle bells. This all men thought; but you are born, we find, Such things, Sis, here abound; may be T'out-do the expectations of mankind;

you Since you've fo well the noble rask perform'd, Be ever to your friends, the Mules, true! Envy's appeas'l, and prejudice disarm'd : May our det. As be by your powers fupply'd, For when the rich original we peruse,

Till, as our envy now, you grow our pride; And by it try the metal you produce,

Till by your pen reitor'd, in triumph borte, Though there indeed the purest ore we find, The majesty of poetry return! Yet liv in you it fonicthing seeins refind :


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