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AN IMITATION OF SPENCER.
IN ev'ry town where Thamis rolls his tide,
And many a boat soft sliding to and fro:
Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall, And, as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.
And on the broken pavement here and there
Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie;
A brandy and tobacco shop is near,
And hens, and dogs, and hogs, are feeding by:
At every door are sunburnt matrons seen,
Now singing shrill, and scolding oft between;
The snappish cur (the passenger's annoy)
And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound;
Hard by a sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice:
Slander, beside her, like a magpie chatters,
With Envy (spitting cat) dread foe to peace; Like a curs'd cur, Malice before her clatters, And, vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to
Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry collier's hand,
Would greet the man who turn'd him to the wall,
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town; Woolwich and Wapping, smelling strong of pitch:
Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown;
All up the silver Thames, or all adown;
Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd Vales, spires, meandring streams, and Windsor's tow'ry pride.
THE CAPON'S TALE:
A LADY, WHO FATHERED HER LAMPOONS UPON HER
IN Yorkshire dwelt a sober yeoman,
Whose wife, a clean, painstaking woman,
And saw her cocks well serve her hens.
A hen she had whose tuneful clocks
With eyes so piercing, yet so pleasant,
You would have sworn this hen a pheasant.
Yet tender was this hen so fair,
And hatch'd more chicks than she could rear.
Our prudent dame bethought her then
Of some dry nurse to save her hen:
She made a capon drunk; in fine
He eats the sops, she sipp'd the wine;
His rump well pluck'd with nettles stings,
Such, lady Mary, are your tricks ;
THE PARLIAMENT MAN.
WRITTEN MANY YEARS SINCE.
TAKEN FROM COKE'S INSTITUTES.
ERE bribes convince you whom to choose,
And let like him your member be:
Thus the lord Coke hath gravely writ,
In all the form of lawyers wit;
And then with Latin, and all that,
Yet in some points my lord is
wrong: One's teeth are sold, and t'other's tongue:
Now men of parliament, God knows,
TO BE PREFIXED BEFORE
BERNARD LINTOT'S NEW MISCELLANY *.
SOME Colinæus † praise, some Bleau †,
Others account them but so so;
Some Plantin to the rest prefer,
And some esteem old Elzevir † ;
The Oxford and Cambridge Miscellany.
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