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Volumes on shelter'd stalls expanded lie, And various science lures the learned eye; [groan, The bending shelves with ponderous scholiasts And deep divines, to modern shops unknown: Here, like the bee, that on industrious wing Collects the various odours of the Spring, Walkers at leisure, learning's flowers may spoil, Nor watch the wasting of the midnight oil; May morals snatch from Plutarch's tatter'd page, A mildew'd Bacon, or Stagyra's sage: Here sauntering 'prentices o'er Otway weep, O'er Congreve smile, or over D'Urfey sleep; Pleas'd semptresses the Lock's fam'd Rape unfold; And Squirts" read Garth, till apozems grow cold. O Lintot let my labours obvious lie, Rang'd on thy stall, for every curious eye' So shall the poor these precepts gratis know, And to my verse their future safeties owe. What walker shall his mean ambition fix On the false lustre of a coach and six 2 Let the vain virgin, lur'd by glaring show, Sigh for the liveries of th’ embroider'd beau. See yon bright chariot on its braces swing, With Flanders mares, and on an arched spring. That wretch, to gain an equipage and place, Betray'd his sister to a lewd embrace, This coach, that with the blazon'd 'scutcheon glows, Vain of his unknown race, the coxcomb shows. Here the brib'd lawyer, sunk in velvet, sleeps; The starving orphan, as he passes, weeps; There flames a fool, begirt with tinsel slaves, Who wastes the wealth of a whole race of knaves; That other, with a clustering train behind, Owes his new honours to a sordid mind This next in court-fidelity excels, The public rifles, and his country sells. May the proud chariot never be my fate, If purchas'd at so mean, so dear a rate Or rather give me sweet content on foot, Wrapt in my virtue, and a good surtout !

Book III.

Qf walking the Streets by Night.

O Taivia, goddess! leave these low abodes, And traverse o'er the wide ethereal roads; Celestial queen! put on thy robes of light, Now Cynthia nam'd, fair regent of the night. At sight of thee, the villain sheathes his sword, Š. scales the wall, to steal the wealthy hoard. may thy silver lamp from Heaven's high bower Direct my footsteps in the midnight hour ! When Night first bids the twinkling stars appear, Or with her cloudy vest enwraps the air, Then swarms the busy street; with caution tread, Where the shop-windowst falling threat thy head; Now labourers home return and join their strength To bear the tottering plank, or ladder's length; Still fix thy eyes intent upon the throng, And, as the passes open, wind along. Where the fair columns of St. Clement stand, Whose straiten’d bounds encroach upon the Strand; Where the low penthouse bows the walker's head, 'And the rough pavement wounds the yieldi ng tread; Where not a post protects the narrow space, And, strung in twines, combs dangle in thy face;

An apothecary's boy, in The Dispensary. t A species of window now almost forgotten, N.

Summon at once thy courage, rouse thy care,
Stand firm, look back, be resolute, beware.
Forth issuing from steep lanes, the collier's steeds
Drag the black load; another cart succeeds;
Team follows team, crowds heap'd on crowds appear,
And wait impatient till the road grow clear.
Now all the pavement sounds with trampling feet,
And the mix'd hurry barricades the street.
Entangled here, the waggon's lengthen'd team
Cracks the tough harness; here a ponderous beam
Lies over-turn'd athwart; for slaughter fed,
Here lowing bullocks raise their horned head.
Now oaths grow loud, with coaches coaches jar,
And the smart blow provokes the sturdy war;
From the high box they whirl the thong around,
And with the twining lash their shins resound:
Their rage ferments, more dangerous wounds they

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: In the black flood they wallow o'er and o'er,

Till their arm'd jaws distil with foam and gore.
Where the mob gathers, swiftly shoot along,
Nor idly mingle in the noisy throng:
Lur'd by the silver hilt, amid the swarm,
The subtle artist will thy side disarm.
Nor is the flaxen wig with safety worn;
High on the shoulder, in a basket borne,
Lurks the sly boy, whose hand, to rapine bred,
Plucks off the curling honours of thy head.
Here dives the skulking thief, with practis'd sleight,
And unfelt fingers make thy pocket light.
Where's now the watch, with all its trinkets, flown 2
And thy late snuff-box is no more thy own.
But, lo! his bolder thefts some tradesman spies,
Swift from his prey the scudding lurcher flies;
Dext'rous he 'scapes the coach with nimble bounds,
Whilst every honest tongue “stop thief!” resounds.
So speeds the wily fox, alarm'd by fear,
Who lately filch'd the turkey's callow care;
Hounds following hounds grow louder as he flies,
And injur'd tenants join the hunter's cries.
Breathless, he stumbling falls. Ill-fated boy!
Why did not honest work thy youth employ 2
Seiz'd by rough hands, he's dragg'd amid the reut,
And stretch'd beneath the pump's incessant spout:
Or plung'd in miry ponds, he gasping lies,
Mud chokes his mouth, and plaisters o'er his eyes.
Let not the ballad singer's shrilling strain
Amid the swarm thy listening ear detain :
Guard well thy pocket; for these Syrens stand
To aid the labours of the diving hand;
Confederate in the cheat, they draw the throng,
And cambric handkerchiefs reward the song.
But soon as coach or cart drives rattling on,
The rabble part, in shoals they backward run.
So Jove's loud bolts the mingled war divide,
And Greece and Troy retreat on either side.
If the rude throng pour on with furious pace,
And hap to break thee from a friend's embrace,

* New Forest in Hampshire, anciently so called.

Stop short; nor struggle through the crowd in vain,
But watch with careful eye the passing train.
Yet I, (perhaps too fond,) if chance the tide
Tumultuous bear my partner from my side,
Impatient venture back; despising harm,
I force my where the thickest swarm.
Thus his lost bride the Trojan sought in vain
Through night, and arms, and flames, and hills of
slain

Thus Nisus wander'd o'er the pathless grove,
To find the brave companion of his love.
The pathless grove in vain he wanders o'er:
Euryalus, alas! is now no more.
That walker who, regardless of his pace,
Turns oft to pore upon the damsel’s face,
From side to side by thrusting elbows tost,
Shall strike his aching breast against a post;
Or water, dash'd from fishy stalls, shall stain
His hapless coat with spirts of scaly rain.
But, if unwarily he chance to stray
Where twirling turnstiles intercept the way,
The thwarting passenger shall force them round,
And beat the wretch half breathless to the ground.
Let constant vigilance thy footsteps guide,
And wary circumspection guard thy side; night,
Then shalt thou walk, unharm'd, the dangerous
Nor need th' officious linkboy's smoky light.
Thou never wilt attempt to cross the road,
Where ale-house benches rest the porter's load,
Grievous to heedless shins; no barrow's wheel,
That bruises oft the truant school-boy's heel,
Behind thee rolling, with insidious pace,
Shall mark thy stocking with a miry trace.
Let not thy venturous steps approach too migh,
Where, gaping wide, low steepy cellars lie.
Should thy shoe wrench aside, down, down you fall,
And overturn the scolding huckster's stall;
The scolding huckster shall not o'er thee moan,
But pence exact for nuts and pears o'erthrown.
Though you through cleanlier alleys wind by day,
To shun the hurries of the public way,
Yet ne'er to those dark paths by night retire;
Mind only safety, and contemn the mire.
Then no impervious courts thy haste detain,
Nor sneering alewives bid thee turn again.
Where Lincoln’s-inn, wide space, is rail'd around,
Cross not with venturous step; there oft is found
The lurking thief, who, while the day-light shone,
Made the walls echo with his begging tone:
That crutch, which late compassion mov’d, shall
wound
Thy bleeding head, and fell thee to the ground.
Though thou art tempted by the link-man's call,
Yet trust him not along the lonely wall;
In the mid way he'll quench the flaming brand,
And share the booty with the pilfering band.
Still keep the public streets, where oily rays,
Shot from the crystal lamp, o'erspread the ways.
Happy Augusta law-defended town'
Here no dark lanterns shade the villain's frown;
No Spanish jealousies thy lanes infest,
Nor Roman vengeance stabs th' unwary breast;
Here Tyranny ne'er lifts her purple hand,
But Liberty and Justice guard the land;
No bravos here profess the bloody trade,
Nor is the church the murderer's refuge made.
Let not the chairman, with assuming stride,
Press near the wall, and rudely thrust thy side :
The laws have set him bounds; his servile feet
Should ne'er encroach where posts defend the street.

Yet who the footman's arrogance can quell,
Whose flambeau gilds the sashes of Pall-Mall,
When in long rank a train of torches flame,
To light the midnight visits of the dame?
Others, perhaps, by happier guidance led,
May where the chairman rests with safety tread;
Whene'er I pass, their poles (unseen below)
Make my knee tremble with a jarring blow.
If wheels bar up the road, where streets are crost,
With gentle words the coachman's ear accost:
He ne'er the threat or harsh command obeys,
But with contempt the spatter'd shoe surveys.
Now man with utmost fortitude thy soul,
To cross the way where carts and coaches roll ;
Yet do not in thy hardy skill confide,
Nor rashly risk the kennel's spacious stride;
Stay till afar the distant wheel you hear,
Like dying thunder in the breaking air;
Thy foot will slide upon the miry stone,
And passing coaches crush thy tortur'd bone,
Or wheels enclose the road; on either hand,
Pent round with perils, in the midst you stand,
And call for aid in vain; the coachman swears,
And carmen drive, unmindful of thy prayers.
Where wilt thou turn ? ah! whither wilt thou fly?
On every side the pressing spokes are nigh.
So sailors, while Charybdis' gulph they shun,
Amaz'd, on Scylla's craggy dangers run.
Be sure observe where brown Ostrea stands,
Who boasts her shelly ware from Wallfleet sands;
There may'st thou pass with safe unmiry feet,
Where the rais'd pavement leads athwart the street.
If where Fleet-ditch with muddy current flows,
You chance to roam, where oyster-tubs in rows
Are rang'd beside the posts; there stay thy haste,
And with the savoury fish indulge thy taste:
The damsel's knife the gaping shell commands,
While the salt liquor streams between her hands.
The man had sure a palate cover'd o'er
With brass or steel, that on the rocky shore
First broke the oozy oyster's pearly coat,
And risk'd the living morsel down his throat.
What will not Luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air,
Are daily ransack'd for the bill of fare
Blood stuff'd in skins is British Christian's food |
And France robs marshes of the croaking brood
Spungy morels in strong ragouts are found,
And in the soup the slimy snail is drown'd.
When from high spouts the dashing torrents fall,
Ever be watchful to maintain the wall; [throng
For, should'st thou quit thy ground, the rushing
Will with impetuous fury drive along;
All press to gain those honours thou hast lost,
And rudely shove thee far without the post.
Then to retrieve the shed you strive in vain,
Draggled all o'er, and soak'd in floods of rain.
Yet rather bear the shower, and toils of mud,
Than in the doubtful quarrel risk thy blood. .
O think on Oedipus' detested state,
And by his woes be warn'd to shun thy fate.
Where three roads join'd, he met his sire un-
known;
(Unhappy sire, but more unhappy son 1)
Each claim'd the way, their swords the strife decide,
The hoary monarch fell, he groan'd, and died
Hence sprung the fatal plague that thinn'd thy
reign, -
Thy cursed incest! and thy children slain
Hence wert thou doom'd in endless night to stray
Thro' Theban streets, and cheerless grope thy way.

Contemplate, mortal, on thy fleeting years; See, with black train the funeral pomp appears! Whether some heir attends in sable state, And mourns, with outward grief, a parent's fate; Or the fair virgin, nipt in beauty's bloom, A crowd of lovers follow to her tomb : Why is the hearse with 'scutcheons blazon'd round, And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd? No : the dead know it not, nor profit gain; It only serves to prove the living vain. How short is life how frail is human trust Is all this pomp for laying dust to dust? Where the nail'd hoop defends the painted stall, Brush not thy sweeping skirt too near the wall: Thy heedless sleeve will drink the colour'd oil, And spot indelible thy pocket soil. Has not wise Nature strung the legs and feet With firmest nerves, design'd to walk the street? Has she not given us hands to grope aright, Amidst the frequent dangers of the night? And think'st thou not the double nostril meant, To warn from oily woes by previous scent? Who can the various city frauds • recite, With all the petty rapines of the night? Who now the guinea-dropper's bait regards, Trick'd by the sharper's dice, or juggler's cards? Why should I warn thee ne'er to join the fray, Where the sham quarrel interrupts the way? Lives there in these our days so soft a clown, Brav'd by the bully's oaths, or threatening frown? I need not strict enjoin the pocket's care, When from the crowded play thou lead'st the fair; Who has not here or watch or snuff-box lost, Or handkerchiefs that India's shuttle boast? O! may thy virtue guard thee through the roads Of Drury's mazy courts, and dark abodes 1 The harlots' guileful paths, who nightly stand Where Catharine-street descends into the Strand Say, vagrant Muse, their wiles and subtle arts, To lure the strangers' unsuspecting hearts: So shall our youth on healthful sinews tread, And city cheeks grow warm with rural red. 'Tis she who nightly strolls with sauntering pace, No stubborn stays her yielding shape embrace; Beneath the lamp her tawdry ribbons glare, The new-scour'd manteau, and the slattern air; High-draggled petticoats her travels show, And hollow cheeks with artful blushes glow ; With flattering sounds she soothes the credulous ear, “My noble captain charmer love my dear!” In riding-hood near tavern-doors she plies, Or muffled pinners hide her livid eyes. With empty bandbox she delights to range, And feigns a distant crrand from the 'Change: Nay, she will oft the quaker's hood prophane, And trudge demure the rounds of Drury-lane. She darts from sarcenet ambush wily leers, Twitches thy sleeve, or with familiar airs Her fan will pat thy cheek; these snares disdain, Nor gaze behind thee, when she turns again. I knew a yeoman, who, for thirst of gain, To the great city drove, from Devon's plain, His numerous lowing herd; his herds he sold, And his deep leathern pocket bagg'd with gold. Drawn by a fraudful nymph, he gaz'd, he sigh'd: Unmindful of his home, and distant bride, She leads the willing victim to his doom, Through winding alleys, to her cobweb room.

* Various cheats formerly in practice.

Thence thro’ the street he reels from post to post,
Valiant with wine, nor knows his treasure lost.
The vagrant wretch th' assembled watchmen spies,
He waves his hanger, and their poles defies;
Deep in the round-house pent, all night he snores,
And the next morn in vain his fate deplores.
Ah, hapless swain! unus’d to pains and ills!
Canst thou forego roast-beef for nauseous pills 2
How wilt thou lift to Heaven thy eyes and hands,
When the long scroll the surgeon's fees demands!
Or else (ye gods, avert that worst disgrace')
Thy ruin’d nose falls level with thy face!
Then shall thy wife thy loathsome kiss disdain,
And wholesome neighbours from thy mug refrain.
Yet there are watchmen, who with friendly light
Will teach thy reeling steps to tread aright;
For sixpence will support thy helpless arm,
And home conduct thee, safe from nightly harm.
But, if they shake their lanterns, from afar
To call their brethren to confederate war,
When rakes resist their power; if hapless you
Should chance to wander with the scouring crew ;
Though Fortune yield thee captive, ne'er despair,
But seek the constable's considerate ear;
He will reverse the watchman's harsh decree,
Mov’d by the rhetoric of a silver fee. [word,
Thus, would you gain some favourite courtier's
Fee not the petty clerks, but bribe my lord.
Now is the time that rakes their revels keep ;
Kindlers of riot, enemies of sleep.
His scatter'd pence the flying nicker" flings,
And with the copper shower the casement rings.
Who has not heard the scourer's midnight fame?
Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name 2
Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds,
Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds?
I pass their desperate deeds, and mischiefs done,
Where from Snow-hill black steepy torrents run ;
How matrons, hoop'd within the hogshead's womb,
Were tumbled furious thence; the rolling tomb
O'er the stones thunders, bounds from side to side;
So Regulus, to save his country, dy'd.
Where a dim gleam the paly lantern throws
O'er the mid pavement, heapy rubbish grows;
Or arched vaults their gaping jaws extend,
Or the dark caves to common shores descend,
Oft by the winds extinct the signal lies,
Or smother'd in the glimmering socket dies,
Ere Night has half roll'd round her ebon throne;
In the wide gulph the shatter'd coach, o'erthrown,
Sinks with the snorting steeds; the reins are broke,
And from the crackling axle flies the spoke.
So, when fam'd Eddystone's far-shooting ray,
That led the sailor through the stormy way,
Was from its rocky roots by billows torn,
And the high turret in the whirlwind borne;
Fleets bulg'd their sides against the craggy land,
And pitchy ruins blacken'd all the strand.
Who then through night would hire the harness'd
steed 2
And who would choose the rattling wheel for speed?
But hark | Distress, with screaming voice, draws
nigher,
And wakes the slumbering street with cries of fire.
At first a glowing red enwraps the skies,
And, borne by winds, the scattering sparks arise;

* Gentlemen who delighted to break windows with halfpence.

From beam to beam the fierce contagion spreads;
The spiry flames now lift aloft their heads;
Through the burst sash a blazing deluge pours,
And splitting tiles descend in rattling showers.
Now with thick crowds th' enlighten’d pavement
swarms,
The fireman sweats beneath his crooked arms;
A leathern casque his venturous head defends,
Boldly he climbs where thickest smoke ascends;
Mov'd by the mother's streaming eyes and prayers,
The helpless infant through the flame he bears,
With no less virtue, than through hostile fire
The Dardan hero bore his aged sire.
See, forceful engines spout their levell'd streams,
To quench the blaze that runs along the beams;
The grappling hook plucks rafters from the walls,
And heaps on heaps the smoky ruin falls;
Blown by strong winds, the fiery tempest roars,
Bears down new walls, and pours along the floors;
The Heavens are all a-blaze, the face of Night
Is cover'd with a sanguine dreadful light.
'Twas such a light involv'd thy towers, O Rome!
The dire presage of mighty Caesar's doom,
When the Sun veil'd in rust his mourning head,
And frightful prodigies the skies o'erspread.
Hark! the drum thunders' far, ye crowds, retire:
Behold! the ready match is tipt with fire,
The nitrous store is laid, the smutty train,
With running blaze, awakes the barrel'd grain;
Flames sudden wrap the walls; with sullen sound
The shatter'd pile sinks on the smoky ground.
So, when the years shall have revolv'd the date,
Th' inevitable hour of Naples' fate,
Her sapp'd foundations shall with thunders shake,
And heave and toss upon the sulphurous lake;
Earth's womb at once the fiery flood shall rend,
And in th' abyss her plunging towers descend.
Consider, reader, what fatigues I've known,
The toils, the perils, of the wintery town;
What riots seen, what bustling crowds I bore,
How oft I cross'd where carts and coaches roar;
Yet shall I bless my labours, if mankind
Their future safety from my dangers find.
Thus the bold traveller (inur'd to toil,
Whose steps have printed Asia's desert soil,
The barbarous Arabs’ haunt; or shivering crost
Dark Greenland's mountains of eternal frost;
Whom Providence, in length of years, restores
To the wish'd harbour of his native shores)
Sets forth his journals to the public view,
To caution, by his woes, the wandering crew.
And now complete my generous labours lie,
Finish'd, and ripe for immortality.
Death shall entomb in dust this mouldering frame,
But never reach th' eternal part, my fame.
When W- and G–, mighty names " are dead;
Or but at Chelsea under custards read;
When critics crazy bandboxes repair;
And tragedies, turn'd rockets, bounce in air;
High rais'd on Fleet-street posts, consign'd to Fame,
This work shall shine and walkers bless my name.

• Probably Ward and Gildon. N.

SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO BLACK-EYED SUSA.N.

ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, The streamers waving in the wind, When Black-ey'd Susan came aboard. “Oh! where shall I my true-love find? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among the crew.”

William, who high upon the yard Rock'd with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below: The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And (quick as lightning) on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, (If chance his mate's shrill call he hear) And drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.

“O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee.

“Believe not what the landmen say Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind. They'll tell thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find: Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe’er I go.

“If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue.

“Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.”

The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread; No longer must she stay aboard : They kiss'd, she sigh'd, he hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land: “Adieu !” she cries; and wav'd her lily hand.

A BALL AD, From the what-D'YE-CALL-It.

'Twas when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of wind;

A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.

Wide o'er the foaming billows
She cast a wistful look;

Her head was crown'd with willows,
That trembled o'er the brook.

“Twelve months are gone and over,
And nine long tedious days;
Why didst thou, venturous lover,
Why didst thou trust the seas?
Cease, cease, thou cruel Ocean,
And let my lover rest:
Ah! what's thy troubled motion
To that within my breast?

“The merchant, robb'd of pleasure,
Sees tempests in despair;
But what's the loss of treasure,
To losing of my dear?
Should you some coast be laid on,
Where gold and diamonds grow,
You'd find a richer maiden,
But none that loves you so.

“How can they say that Nature

Has nothing made in vain;

Why then beneath the water
Should hideous rocks remain 2

No eyes the rocks discover,
That lurk beneath the deep,

To wreck the wandering lover,
And leave the maid to weep.”

All melancholy lying,
Thus wail'd she for her dear;
Repay’d each blast with sighing,
Each billow with a tear;
When o'er the white wave stooping,
His floating corpse she spy'd;
Then, like a lily drooping,
She bow'd her head, and dy'd.

FABLE. The Goat without A BEARn.

'Tis certain that the modish passions Descend among the crowd like fashions. Excuse me, them, if pride, conceit The manners of the fair and great) give to monkeys, asses, dogs, Fleas, owls, goats, butterflies, and hogs, I say that these are proud: what then I never said they equal men. A Goat (as vain as Goat can be) Affected singularity: Whene'er a thymy bank he found, He roll'd upon the fragrant ground, And then with fond attention stood, Fix'd o'er his image in the flood. “I hate my frowzy beard,” he cries, My youth is lost in this disguise. Did not the females know my vigour, Well might they loath this reverend figure.” Resolv'd to smooth his shaggy face, He sought the barber of the place. A flippant monkey, spruce and smart, Hard by, profess'd the dapper art : His pole with pewter-basons hung, Black rotten teeth in order strung,

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Rang'd cups, that in the window stood,
Lin'd with red rags to look like blood,
Did well his threefold trade explain,
Who shav’d, drew teeth, and breath'd a vein.
The Goat he welcomes with an air,
And seats him in his wooden chair:
Mouth, nose, and cheek, the lather hides:
Light, smooth, and swift, the razor glides.
“I hope your custom, sir,” says Pug.
“Sure never face was half so smug"
The Goat, impatient for applause,
Swift to the neighbouring hill withdraws.
The shaggy people grinn'd and star'd.
“Heigh-day ! what's here? without a beard:
Say, brother, whence the dire disgrace?
What envious hand hath robb'd your face 2"
When thus the fop, with smiles of scorn,
“Are beards by civil nations worn?
Ev’n Muscovites have mow'd their chins.
Shall we, like formal Capuchins,
Stubborn in pride, retain the mode,
And bear about the hairy load?
Whene'er we through the village stray,
Are we not mock'd along the way,
Insulted with loud shouts of scorn,
By boys our beards disgrac'd and torn?”
“Were you no more with Goats to dwell,
Brother, I grant you reason well,”
Replies a bearded chief. “Beside,
If boys can mortify thy pride,
How wilt thou stand the ridicule
Of our whole flock? Affected fool "
Coxcombs, distinguish'd from the rest,
To all but coxcombs are a jest.

FABLE.

The univERSAL APPARitiox

A RAKE, by every passion rul’d, With every vice his youth had cool'd; Disease his tainted blood assails; His spirits droop, his vigour fails: With secret ills at home he pines, And, like infirm old age, declines. As, twing'd with pain, he pensive sits, And raves, and prays, and swears, by fits. A ghastly Phantom, lean and wan, Before him rose, and thus began : “My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your ear; Attend, and be advis'd by Care. Nor love, nor honour, wealth, nor power, Can give the heart a cheerful hour, When health is lost. Be timely wise: With health all taste of pleasure flies.” Thus said, the Phantom disappears. The wary counsel wak'd his fears. He now from all excess abstains, With physic purifies his veins; And, to procure a sober life, Resolves to venture on a wife. But now again the Sprite ascends, Where'er he walks, his ear attends, Insinuates that beauty 's frail, That perseverance must prevail, With jealousies his brain inflames, And whispers all her lovers' names. In other hours she represents His household charge, his annual rents,

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