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AN IMITATION OF SPENCER.
IN ev'ry town where Thamis rolls his tide,
A narrow pass there is, with houses low; Where ever and anon the stream is eyed,
And many a boat soft sliding to and fro:
There oft are heard the notes of infant woe, The short thick sob, loud scream, and shriller squall :
How can ye, mothers, vex your children so ? 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: And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry; At every door are sunburnt matrons seen,
Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry ; Now singing shrill, and scolding oft between ; Scolds answer foulmouth'd scolds ; bad neighbour
hood, I ween.
The snappish cur (the passenger’s annoy)
Close at my heel with yelping treble fies;
Join to the yelping treble shrilling cries ;
And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound;
To her full pipes the grunting hog replies; The grunting hog, alarm the neighbours round, And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep base
Hard by a sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days Baskets of fish at Billingsgate did watch,
Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice : There learn’d she speech from tongues that never
cease. Slander, beside her, like a magpie chatters,
With Envy (spitiing 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,
Her mouth was black as bulldog's at the stall : She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace ne 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 a lane or nook,
Would greet the man who turn'd him to the wall, And by his hand obscene the porter took, Nor ever did askance like modest virgin look.
VI. Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town; Woolwich and Wapping, smelling strong of pitch:
Such Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown;
And Twick’nham such, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, statues, urns, and Jo-n'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, meandring streams, and Windsor's
THE CAPON'S TALE:
TO A LADY, WHO FATHERED HER LAMPOONS UPON HER
IN Yorkshire dwelt a sober yeoman,
Yet tender was this hen so fair,
Our prudent dame bethought her then
His rump well pluck'd with nettles stings,
The feather'd dupe awakes content,
Such, lady Mary, are your tricks;
THE ELEPHANT ;
THE PARLIAMENT MAN.
WRITTEN MANY YEARS SINCE.
TAKEN FROM Coke's instituTES.
ERE bribes convince you whom to choose,
Thus the lord Coke hath gravely writ,
Yet in some points my lord is wrong:
TO BE PREFIXED BEFORE
BERNARD LINTOT'S NEW MISCELLANY *.
SOME Colinæus + praise, some Bleaut,
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