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accordin to your promis, and i will be yor der vartus wif tel deth.
Feb. 7, 1734.
P S. Pray dont let yor mes-mat Jac see this if yow do hel tel owr nan, and shel ter mi hart owt then, for she is a divil at me now.
Dear object of my love, whose manly charms
And if your present power will not afford
P. S.—These earnest dictates of my anxious heart,
WILLIAM HAYWARD ROBERTS;
PROVOST OF ETON COLLEGE.
1734 — 1791.
He published, 1. Judah Restored; A Poem in six books, and 2. Poems, 1766.
THE POOR MAN'S PRATER, &C.
Amidst the more important toils of state,
Though Europe from thy voice expect her fate,
0 Chatham, nursed in ancient Virtue's lore,
Think on the God, whom thou, and I adore,
Ah me! how blest was once a peasant's life!
No lawless passion swell'd my even breast;" Far from the roaring waves of civil strife,
Sound were my slumbers, and my heart at rest.
1 ne'er for guilty, painful pleasure roved,
But taught by natuse, and by choice to wed, From all the hamlet call'd whom best I loved, With her I shared my heart, with her my bed,
To gild her worth, I ask'd no wealthy dower,
I envied no man's riches; no man's power,
And she, the faithful partner of my care,
When ruddy evening streak'd the western sky,
Look'd towards the uplands, if her mate was there,' ■, Or through the beech-wood cast an anxious eye: Then, careful matron, heap'd the maple board
With savoury herbs, and pick'd the nicer part From such plain food as nature could afford, Ere simple nature was debauch'd by art.
While I, contented with my homely cheer,
Saw round my knees our prattling children play;
And oft with pleased attention sat to hear
But ah! how changed the scene! on the cold stones.
Where wont at night to blaze the chearful fire,
My faithful wife with ever-streaming eyes
My helpless infants raise their feeble cries, .
Dear tender pledges of my honest love,
Three tedious days with pinching want he strove,