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“Worn out with age, and by disease declin'd, And on that useful gift he founds his claimi, “ (She cries) thy carcase has surviv'd thy mind; To grace the city with his honour'd name. “ These lectures might thy servile daughters move, See her own figure next with martial air, " And wary doctrines for thy nieces prove : A shining helmet decks her flowing hair; “My counsel 's from nıyfelf, my will commands, Herthoughtful breast her well-poisid hield defends, “ And my first resolution always stands :
And her bare arm a glittering spear extends, “ Let her contend; or does her fear impart With which she wounds the plain; from chence " That conquest waits on my superior arc?"
arose The goddess straight throws off her old disguise, A spreading tree; green olives load the boughs. And heavenly beauty sparkles in her eyes, The powers her gift behold with wandering eyes, A youthful bloom fills up each wrinkled trace, And to the goddess give the rightful prize. And Pallas smiles with every wonted grace.
Such mercy checks her wrath, that, to diffuade The nymphs surpris'd, the Deity adore,
By others fate the too presumptuous maid, And Lydian dames confess her matchless power ; With miniatures the fills each corner space, The rival maid alone unmov'd remains,
To curb her pride, and save her from disgrace. Yet a swift blush her guilty feature stains;
Hæmus and Rhodope in this the wrought, In her unwilling cheek the crimson glows, The beauteous colours spoke her lively thought ! And her check'd pride a short confulion knows. With arrogance and fierce ambition fir'd, So when Aurora first unveils her eyes,
They to the sacred names of gods aspir'd; A purple dawn invests the bluhing skies ; To mountains chang'd, their lofty heads arise, But soon bright Phæbus gains th' horizon's height, And lose their lessening summits in the skies. And gilds che hemisphere with spreading light. In that, in all the trength of art was seen Defire of conquest fways the giddy maid,
The wretched fate of the Pygmæan queen ; To certain ruin by vain hopes betray'd :
Juno, enrag'd, resents th' audacious aim,
In this, Antigone for beauty strove
And to a bird converts the haughty maid. Which their swift hands receive; then, pois’d with Laomedon his daughter's fate bewails, lead,
(thrcad. Nor his, nor llion's fervent prayer prevails, The swinging weight strikes close th' inserted But on her lovely skin white feathers rise ; They gird their flowing garments round the waist, Chang'd to a clamorous stork, the mounts the skies. And ply their feet and arms with dext'rous hafte. In the remaining orb, the heavenly maid Here each inweaves the richest Tyrian dye, The tale of childless Cynaras display'd; There fainter shades in soften'd order lie;
A settled anguish in his look appears, Sach various mixtures in the texture shinc, And from his bloodshot eyes flow streams of. Set off the work, and brighten cach design.
tears ; As when the sun his piercing rays extends, [cends, On the cold ground, no more a father, thrown, When from thin clouds fonie drilling fhower def He for his daughters clasp'd the polith'd ftone. We see the spacious humid arch appear,
And, when he sought to hold their wonted charms, Whose tranficnt colours paint the splendid air : The temple's Reps deceiv'd his eager arms. By such degrees the deepening shadows rise Wreathes of green olive round the border twine, As pleasingly deceive our dazzled eyes ;
And her own tree encloses the design. And though the same th' adjoining colour seems, Arachne paints th'amours of mighty Jove, Yet hues of different natures dye th' extremes. How in a bull the god disguis’d his love; Here heightening gold they 'midt the woof dis. A real bull seems in the piece to roar, pose,
And real billows breaking on the shore : And in the web this antique story rose.
In fair Europa's face appears surprise, Pallas the lofty mount of Mars designs, To the retreating land she turns her eyes, Celestial judgment guides th' unerring lines; And seems to call her maids, who wondering tood, Here, in just view, th' Athenian structures stand, And with her tears increas'd the briny flood. And there the gods contend to name the land; Her trembling feet the by contraction saves Twelves deities the frames with itately mien, From the rude insult of the riling waves. And in the midft fuperior Jove is seen;
Here amorous Jove diffolving Læda trod, A glowing warmth the blended colours give, And in the vigorous swan conceal'd the god. The figures in the picture seem to live.
Love lends him now an eagle's new disguise, Heaven'sthundering monarch fits with awful grace, Beneath his fluttering wings Asteria lies, And dread omnipotence imprints his face; Th’enlivening colours here with force express'd There Neptune stood, disdainfully he frown'd, How Jove the fair Antiope caress'd. And with his trident (mote the trembling ground; In a strong fatyr's muscled form he came, The parting rocks a spacious chalm disclose, Instilling love transports the glowing dame, From whence a fiery, prancing steed arose ; And lulty twins reward his nervous flamc.
Here how he footh'd the bright Alcmena's love, Festoons of flowers, inwove with ivy, shine,
twine. 'The guarded nymph, in brazen walls immurid : Not Pallas, nor ev'n spleen itself, could blame How, in a swain, Mnemosyne he charms; The wondrous work of the Maonian dame; How lambent flame the fair Ægina warms: With grief her vast success the goddess bore, And how with various glittering hues inlaid And of celestial crimes the story tore. In serpent's form Deois he betray'd.
Her boxen fhuttle now, enrag'd, she took, Here you, great Neptune, with a short-liv'd fame And thrice the proud Idmonian artist struck: In a young bull enjoy th' Æolian dame.
Th' unhappy maid, to see her labours vain, Then in Enipeus' shape intrigues pursue : Grew resolute with pride, and shame, and pain : 'Tis thus th' Aloids boast descent from you. Around her neck a fatal noose shie ty'd, Here to Bisaleis was thy love convey'd,
And sought by sudden death her guilt to hide. When a rough ram deceiv'd the yielding maid. Pallas with pity saw the desperate deed,
Ceres, kind mother of the bounteous year, And thus the virgin's milder face decreed: Whose golden locks a sheafy garland bear ; " Live, impious rival, mindful of thy crime, And the dread dame, with hisling serpents hung, Suspended thus to waste thy future time; (From whom the Pegasæan courfer sprung) “ Thy punishment involves thy numerous race, Thee in a fnuffling stallion's form enjoy,
“ Who for thy fault shall share in thy disgrace.”. Exhaust thy strength, and every nerve employ; Her incantation magic juices aid, Melantho as a dolphin you betray,
With sprinkling drops the bath'd the pendenti And sport in pleasures on the rolling lea :
maid, Such just proportion graces every part,
And thus the charm its noxious power display'd.. Nature herself appears improv'd by art.
Like leaves in autumn drop her falling hairs, Here in disguise was mighty Phæbus seen, With these her nose, and next her rising ears. With clownish aspect, and a rustic mien ;
Her Head to the minuteft substance sorunk, Again transform'd, he's dress'd in falcon's plumes, The potent juice contracts her changing trunk ; And now the lion's noble shape affumes;
Close to her fides her slender fingers clung, Now in a shepherd's form, with treacherous smiles There chang'd co nimble feet in order hung ; He Macareiar Isle's heart beguiles.
Her blotted belly swells to larger size, Here his plump shape enantour'd Bacchus leaves, which now with smallest threads her work supAnd in the grape Erigone deceives.
plies; There Saturn, in a neighing horse, she wove, The virgin in the spider llill remains; And Chiron's double form rewards his love. And in that shape her former art retains.
The miller avoucheth, and all thereabout,
That they full oft hearen the hellish rout;
Some fainc they hear the jingling of chains,
And some hath yheard the plautries (traines;
At midnight some the heedless horse ymeet, Tue Sompher lewdly hath his prolngue told, And some espien a corse in a white sheet, Aod saine on the Freers his tale japing and bold; And oother things, faye, elfin, and elfe, How that in Hell they searchen near and wide, And shapes that fear createn to itselfe. Aod ne one Freer in all thilke place espyde : Now it fo hapt, there was not ferre away, But lo! the devil turn'd his eric about,
Of grey Freers a fair and rich Abbaye, And twenty thousand Freers wend in and out. Were liven a Freer ycleped Pere Thomas, By which in Geoffry's rhyming it appears, Who daren alone in derke through church-yerd The devil's belly is the hive of Freers.
país. Now liftneth lordings! forthwith ye shall hear, This Freer would lye in thilke house all night, What happen'd at a house in Lancashire.
In hope he might efpyen a dreadful sprite. A mifere that had londs and tenement,
He taketh candle, beades, and holy watere, Who raketh from his villaines taxes and rent, And legends eke of saintes, and bookes of prayere, Owned a house which emptye long ystood, He enterech the room, and looketh round about, Full deeply fited in a derkning wood;
And haspen the door, co halpen the goblin out. Murmring a Mallow brook runneth along, The candle hath he put close by the bed, Mong the round stones it maken doleful song. And in low tone his ave mary: faid.
Now there spreaden a rumour that everich night With water now besprinkled hath the floore, The rooms yhaunted been by many a sprite; And maken cross on key-hole of the doore. Vot. Vid.
Ne was there not a mouse-hole in thilke place, A footman's blonders teaze and fret ye ; But he ycrossed hath by God his grace :
Ev'n while you chide, you smile on Betty. He crossed hath this, and eke he crossed that, Discharge him then, if he's too spruce ; With benedicite and God knows what.
For Betty's for his master's use. Now he goeth to bed and lieth adown,
Will you your amorous fancy baulk, When the clock had just stricken the twelfth foun. For fear fome prudish neighbour talk? Bethinketh him now what the cause had ybeen, But you'll objcd, that you're afraid Why many sprites by mortals have been feen. Of the pert freedoms of a maid. Hem remembreth how Dan Plutarch hath ysed Besides, your wiser heads will say, That Cæsar's sprite came to Brute his bed; That she who turns her hand this way, Of chains that frighten erlt Artemidore,
From one vice to another drawn, The tales of Pline, Valere, and many more. Will lodge your silver spoons in pawn.
Hem thirketh that some murdere here been done, Has not the homely wrinkled jade And he moughe see some bloodye ghost a none, More need to learn the pilfering trade? Or that some orphlipes writings here be ftor'd,. For love all Betty's wants fupplies, Or pot of gold laine deep beneath a board: Laces her shoes, her mantua dyes, Or thinkech hem, if he might see no sprite,
All her stuff-suits she flings away, The Abbaye mought buy this house cheap outright. And wears thread-lattin every day.
As hem thus thinketh, anone asleep he lies, Who then a dirty drab would hire, Up ftarten Sathanas with faucer eyes.
Brown as the hearth of kitchen fire; He turned the Freer upon his face downright, When all must own, were Betty put Displaying his nether cheeks full broad and white. To the black duties of the flut, Then quoch Dan Sathanas as he chwacked him fore, As well the scours or scrubs a floor, Thou didst forget to guard thy postern.dore. And still is good for something more? There is an hole which hath not crossed been : Thus, to avoid the greater vice, Farewell, from whence I came, I creepen in. I knew a priest, of conscience nice, Now plain it is ytellen in my verse,
To quell his lust for neighbour's spouse, If devils in hell bear Freers in their erse,
Keep fornication in his house. On earth the devil in Freers doth ydwell;
But you're in patient all this time, Were there no Freers, the devil mought keep in Fret at my counsel, curse my ryhme. hell.
Be fatisfy'd : I'll talk no more,
For thus my tale begins-of yore
There dwelt at Blois a priest full fair,
With rolling eye and crisped hair; A MAN may lead a happy life,
His chin hung low, his brow was sleek, Without that needful thing a wife :
Plenty lay balking on his cheek; This long have lusty abbots know,
Whole days at cloyster.grates he sate, Who ne'er knew spouses of their own.
Ogled, and talk'd of this and that What though your house be clean and neat, So feelingly, the nuns lamented With couches, chairs, and beds c'mplete ;
That double bars were e'er invented. Though you cach day invite a friend,
If he the wanton wise confeft, Though he thould every dish commend ;
With downcast eye, and heaving breast; On Bagshot-hcach your muiton fed,
He stroak'd her cheek to still her fear, Your lowls at Brentford born and bred ;
And talk'd of fins en cavalier ; Though purest wine your cellars boalt,
Each time enjoin'd her penance mild, Wine worthy of the fairelt toast ;
And fondled on her like his child. Yet there are other things requir'd:
At every jovial goslip's feast Ring, and let's see the maid you hir’d.
Pere Bernard was a welcome guest ; Bless me : those hands nught hold a broom. Mirth suffer'd not the least restraint, Twirl round a mop, and wash a room:
He could at will fhake off the saint; A bachelor his maid should keep,
Nor frown'd he when they freely spoke, Not for that fervile use to (wiep;
But shook his fides, and took the joke ; Let her his humour underltard,
Nor fail'd he to promote the jest, And turn to every thing her hand.
And shar'd the lips which they confett. Ger you a lass that's young and tight,
Yet, that hc might not always roam, Wiose arms are, like her aprudi, white.
He kept conveniencies at home. What ihough her fhift be feldom feen,
His maid was in the bloom of beauty, Let that, though coarse, be always clean;
Well-limbod for every social duty; She wight each morn your tea attend,
He meduled with no household cares, And on your wrist your ruffle mend;
To her confign'd his whole affairs : Then, if you break a roguish jest,
She of his study kept the keys, Or squeeze her hand, or pat her breaft,
For he was ftudious--of his ease : She crics, Oh, dear Sir, don't be naught!
She had the power of all his locks, And blushes speak her last nighi's fault.
Could runimage every cheti and box; To ber your household cares conf.de,
Her honesty fuch credit gaia'd, Let your keys jingle at her lide.
Not ev'n the cellar was rcftrain'd.
Io troch it was a goodly show;
THE EQUIVOCATION. Lin'd with full hogsheads all a-rowi
An abbot rich (whose taste was good One vefsel, from the rank remov'd;
Alike in science and in food) Far dearer than the relt he lov'd;
His bishop had resolv'd to treat ; Pour la bonne boucbe 'twas set aside,
The bishop came, the bishop eat. To all but choiceft friends deny'd.
'Twas filence, till their stomachs fail'd; He now and then would send a quartz
And now at heretics they rail'd. To warm fome wife's retentive heart,
What herely (the prelate faid) Against copfeífion's lullen hour :
Is in that church where priests may wed! Wine has all secrets in its power.
Do not we take the church for life? At common feasts it had been waste,
But those divorce her for a wife; Nor was it fit for layman's taste.
Like laymen, keep her in their houses, If monk or friar were his guest,
And own the children of their spouses. They drank it; for they know the bed.
Vile practises: the abbot cry'd, Nay, he at length fo fond was grown,
For pious use we're set aside! He always drank it when-alone.
Shall we take wives? Marriage at best Who Thall recount his civil labours,
Is but carnality profest! In pious visits to his neighbours ?
Now, as the bishop took his glass, Whene'er weak husbands went aftray,
He Spy'd our abbot's buxom lass, He guess'd their wives were in the way :
Who cross'd the room; he mark'd her eye 'Twas then his charity was shown,
Thai glow'd with love ; his pulse beat high, He chose to see them when alone.
Fye, father, fye, (the prelate cries) Now was he bent on cuckuldom :
d maid fo young! for thame, be wise. - He knew friend Dennis was from home :
These indiscretions lend a handle His wife (a poor neglected beauty,
To lewd lay-tongues, to give us scandal. Defrauded of a husband's duty)
For your vow's sake, this rule I give t'ye;
Let all your maids be turn'd of tifry.
But your chalte precept well observ'd :
That lass full twenty-five has told; He knew that wine (to love best aid)
I've yet another who's as old; Has ofe made bold the shame-fac'd maid, Into one sum their ages cast; Taught her to romp, and take more freedoms,
So both my maids have fifty past. Than nymphs train'd up at Smith's or Needham's.
The prelate fmild, but durit not blame; A mighty bottle ftrait he chose,
For why? his lordlhip did the same. Such as might give two friars their dofe.
Let those who reprimand their brothers,
First mend the faults they find in others.
A TRUE STORY OF AN APPARITION.
Sceptics (whose Arength of argument makes Heigh-day! my darling wine altoop!
out, It mult alas ! have fprung a hoop.
That wisdom's deep inquiries end in doubt) That there's a leak is paft all doubt,
Hold this affertion pofitive and clear, (Reply'd the maid)-I'll find it out.
That sprites are poor delusions, rais'd by fear. She sets the candle down in hatte,
Not that fam'd ghost, which in presaging found Tucks her white apron round her waist.
Callid Brutus to Philippi's facul ground, The hogshead's mouldy side afcends;
Nor can Tiberius Gracchus' goary shade, She fraddles wide, and downward bends :
These ever-doubting disputants persuade. So low she stoops to seek the flaw,
Straight they with smiles reply, those tales of old Her coats rose up, t.er master faw
By visionary priests were made and cold. fee-he cries (then claspt her falt)
Oh, night loure ghost at dead of night appear, The leak through which my wine has past.
And make you own conviction by your sear! Then all in halte the maid descended,
I know your freers my caly faith accuse, And in a trice the leak was mended.
Which with such idle legends scares the muse : He found in Naopette all he wanted,
But think not that I tell those vulgar (prices, So Dennis' brows remain'd unplanted.
Which frighted boys relate on winter nights, Ere fiice this time, all lufty friars
How cleanly milk-maids meer che fairy train, (Warm'd with predominant desires,
How heedless horses drag the clinking chain, Whene'er the Aesh with spirit quarrels)
Night-roaming ghosts, by faucer eye-balls knowo, Look on the fex as leaky barrels.
The common 1pectres of each country-town, Beware of these, ye jealous spouses!
No, I such fabies can like you defpise, from such like coopers guard your houses ;
And laugh to hear these nurse-invented lies. Por, if they find not work at home,
Yet has not oft the fraudsul guardian's fright For jobs through all the town they roam.
Compellid liiga to restore an orphan's siyht?
And can we doubt that horrid ghosts ascend, The hardy stranger, and zttends the sprite
At first he hears the wind with hollow roar From faithful lips I learnt the dreadful tale. Shake the loose lock, and swing the creaking door :
Where Arden's forest spreads its limits wide, Nearer and nearer draws the dreadful found Whose branching paths the doubtful road divide, Of rattling chains, that dragg'd upon the ground: A traveller' took his solitary way,
When lo the spectre came with horrid (tride, When low beneath the hills was funk the day. Approach'd the bed, and drew the curtains wide! And now the skies with gathering darkness lour, In human form the ghaftful phantom stood, The branches rustle with the threaten'd shower; Expos'd his mangled bosom dy'd with blood. With sudden blasts the forest murmurs loud, Then, silent pointing to his wounded breast, Indented lightnings cleave the fable cloud, Thrice wav'd his hand. Beneath the frighted guest Thunder on thunder breaks, the tempest roars, The bed-cords trembled, and with shuddering fear, And heaven discharges all its watery stores. Sweat chill'd his limbs, high rose his briftled hair; The wandering traveller shelter fecks in vain, Then muttcring hasty prayers, he mano'd his heart, And shrinks and shivers with the beating rain: And cry'd aloud-say, whence and who thou art ? On his steed's neck the Nacken'd bridle lay, The stalking ghost with hollow voice replies, Who chose with cautious step th' uncertain way; Threc years are counted since with mortal eyes And now hè checks the rein, and halts to hear I saw the sun, and vital air respir’d. If any noise foretold a village near.
Like thee benighted, and with travel tir'd, At lerigth from far a Itream of light he sees Within these walls I slept. O thirst of gain! Extend its level ray between the trees;
See, still the planks the bloody mark retain. Thither he speeds, and, as he nearer came, Stretch'd on this very bed, from fleep I start, Joyful he knew the lamp's domettic flame And see the steel impending o'er my heart ; That trembled through the window; cross the way The barbarous hostess held the lifted knife, Darts forth the barking cur, and stands at bay. The foor ran purple with my gushing life.
It was an ancient lonely house, that stood My treasure now they seize, the golden (poil Upon the borders of the spacious wood;
They bury deep beneath the grass-grown foil, Here towers and antique battlements arise, Far in the common field. Be bold, arise, And there in heaps the moulder'd ruin lies. My steps shall lead thee to the secret prize; Some lord this mancion held in days of yorc, There dig and find; let that thy care reward : To chase the wolf, and pierce the foaming boar : Call loud on justice, bid her not retard How chang'd, alas, from what it once had been! To punish murder; lay my ghost at reft: J'is now degraded to a public inn.
So fhall with peace secure thy nights be bleft; Straight he dismounts, repeats his loud com And when beneath these boards my bones are found, mands :
Decent inter them in some sacred ground. (bed. Swife at the gate the ready landlord stands;
Here ceas'd the ghost. The stranger (prings from With frequent cringe he bows, and begs excuse, And boldly follows where the phantom led : His house was full, and every bed in use.
The half-worn tony stairs they now descend, What, hot a garret, and no straw to spare ? Where passages obscure their arches bend.: Why then the kitchen-fire and elbow-chair Silent they walk; and now through groves they Shall serve for once to pod away the night.
(grass. The kitchen ever is the servant's right,
Now through wet meads their steps imprint the Replies the host ; there, all the fire around, At length amidst a spacious field they came : The count's tir'd footmen snore upon the ground. There stops the spectre, and ascends in flame.
The maid, who listen’d to this whole debate, Amaz'd he stood, no bush or brier was found, With pity learn'd the weary stranger's fate. To teach his morning search to find the ground. Be brave, the cries, you still may be our guest; What could he do ? the night was hideous dark, Our haunted room was ever held the best ; Fear shook his joints, and nature dropt the mark : If then your valour can the fright sustain
With that he farting wak'd, and rais'd his head,
bau watch-lights burn, tuck'd warm in bed was Withi all the meagre figns of grace.