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And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry;
door are sun-burnt matrons geen; Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry; Now singing shrill, and' scolding oft between; Scolds answer foul mouth'd scolds; bad neighbour, hood, I ween.
Close at my heel with yelping treble fies;
Join to the yelping treble shrilling cries;
The scolding quean to louder notes doth rise, And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound;
To her full pipes the granting hog replies;
Dwelt Obloquy, who-in her early days,
Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice: There learnd she speech from tongues that never
cease. Slander beside her, like a magpie, chatters,
With Envy (spitting cat) dread foe to peace;
Her mouth was black as bulldog's at the stall :
• How different from those.enchanting imitations of Spenser, " The Castle of Indolence,” and “ The Minstrel !”
She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace be band;
And bitch and rogue her answer was to all;
Nay, e'en the parts of shame by name would call, Whene'er she passed by or lane or nook,
Would greet the man who turn’d him to the wall,
Woolwich and Wapping, smelling strong of pitch: Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown;
And Twick’nham such, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, statues, urns, and Jon's dog and bitch; Ne village is without, on either side,
All up the silver Thames, or all adown; Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd Vales, spires, meand'ring streams, and Windsor's
* III. EARL OF DORSET.
Though Artemisia talks, by fits,
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke:
And wear a cleaner smock.
Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride;
Are oddly join'd by fate:
On her large squab you find her spread,
That lies and stioks ia state.
She wears no colours (sign of grace)
All wbite and black beside :
And masculine her stride.
So have I seen, in black and white,
All flutter, pride, and talk *.
Phryne had talents for mankind;
Like some free port of trade:
Here first their entry made.
Her learning and good breeding such,
Spaniards or French came to her,
'Twas S'il vous plait, monsieur,
* Let the curious reader compare Fenton's imitation of Dorset's manner with this of Pope. Dr. WARTON.
Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
At length she turns a bride:
And flutters in her pride.
Still vary shapes and dies;
Then painted butterflies.
IV. SWIFT *.
"THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON H.
Parson, these things in thy possessing
+ The point of the likeness in this imitation, consists in de. scribing objects as they really exist in life, like Hagarth's paintings, without heightening or enlarging thens by any imaginary circumstance. In this way of writing Swift excelled; witness his “ Description of a Morning in the City, of a City Shower, of the House of Baucis and Philemon, and the Verses on his own Death.” In this also consists the beauty of Gay’s “ Trivia ;" a subject Swift desired him to write upon, and for which he furo. nished him with hints. Dr. WARTON,
Gazettes sent gratis down, and frank'd,
He that has these, may pass his life,
THE CAPON'S TALE:
TO A LADY, WHO FATHERED HBR LAMPOONS UPON
Is Yorkshire dwelt a sober yeoman,