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A noble lord * has told his pranks,
And well deserves the nation's thanks.
O! would the senate deign to show
Resentment on this public foe;
Our Nightingale might fit a cage,
There let him starve, and vent his rage;
Or, would they but in fetters bind,
This enemy of humankind I
Harmonious Coffee †, show thy zeal,
Thou champion for the commonweal:
Nor on a theme like this repine,
For once to wet thy pen divine:
Bestow that libeller a lash,
Who daily vends seditious trash:
Who dares revile the nation's wisdom,
But in the praise of virtue is dumb:
That scribbler lash, who neither knows
The turn of verse, nor style of prose;
Whose malice, for the worst of ends,
Would have us lose our English friends;
Who never had one public thought,
Nor ever gave the poor a groat.
One clincher more, and I have done,
I end my labours with a pun.
Jove send this Nightingale may fall,
Who spends his day and night in gah !
So, Nightingale and Lark adieu;
I see the greatest owls in you
That ever screech'd, or ever flew.

* Lord Allen, the same who is meant by Tsaulus. F. * A Dublin garreteer. F;


ÆTATIS SUÆ fifty-two,
A rich divine began to woo
A handsome, young, imperious girl,
Nearly related to an earl.
Her parents and her friends consent,
The couple to the teniple went:
They first invite the Cyprian queen;
'Twas answer'd, “She would not be seen;"
The Graces next, and all the Muses,
Were bid in form, but sent excuses.
Juno attended at the porch,
With farthing candle for a torch;
While mistress Iris held her train,
The faded bow distilling rain.
Then Hebe came, and took her place,
But show'd no more than half her face.

Whate'er those dire forebodings meant,
In mirth the wedding-day was spent;
The wedding day, you take me right,
I promise nothing for the night.
The bridegroom, drest to make a figure,
Assumes an artificial vigour;
A flourish'd nightcap on, to grace
His ruddy, wrinkled, smiling face;
Like the faint red upon a pippin,
Half wither'd by a winter's keeping.

And thus set out this happy pair,
The swain is rich, the nymph is fair;
But, what I gladly would forget,
The swain is old, the nymph coquette.
Both from the goal together start;
Scarce run a step before they part;

Her spouse

No comnion ligament that binds
The various textures of their minds:
Their thoughts and actions, hopes and fears,
Less corresponding thap their years.

desires his coffee scon,
She rises to her tea at noon.
While he goes out to cheapen books,
She at the glass consults her looks:
While Betty's buzzing in her ear,
Lord, what a dress these parsons wear!
So odd a choice how could she make!
Wish'd him a colonel for her sake.
Then, on her fingers ends, she counts,
Exact, to what his age amounts.
The Dean, she heard her uncle say,
Is sixty if he be a day;
His ruddy cheeks are no disguise;
You see the crow's feet round his eyes.

At one she rambles to the shops,
To cheapen tea, and talk with fops;
Or calls a council of her maius,
And tradesmen, to compare brocades.
Her weighty morning business o'er,
Sits down to dinner just at four;
Minds nothing that is done or said,
Her evening work so fills her head.
The Dean, who us d to dine at one,
Is mawkish, and his stomach gone;
In threadbare gown, would scarce a louse hold,
Looks like the chaplain of his household;
Beholds her, from the chaplain's place,
In French brocades, and Flanders lace;
He wonders what employ her brain,
But never asks, or asks in vain ;
His mind is full of other cares,
And, in the sneaking parson's airs,
Computes, that half a parish dues
Will bardly find his wife in shoes,

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Canst thou imagine, dull divine,
Twill gain her love, to make her fine;
Hath she no other wants beside?
You raise desire, as well as pride,
Enticing coxcombs to adore,
And teach her to despise thee more.

If in her coach she'll condescend
To place him at the hinder end,
Her hoop is hoist above his pose,
His odious gown would soil her clothes,
And drops him at the church, to pray,
While she drives on to see the play.
He, like an orderly divine,
Comes home a quarter after nine,
And meets her hasting to the ball :
Her chairmen push him from the wall.
He enters in, and walks up stairs,
And calls the family to prayers ;
Then goes alone to take his rest
In bed, where he can spare her best.
At five the footmen make a din,
Her ladyship is just come in ;
The masquerade began at two,
She stole away witb much ado;
And shall be chid this afternoon,
For leaving company so soon :
She'll say, and she may truly say't,
She can't abide to stay out late.

But now, tho' scarce a twelvemonth married,
Poor lady Jane has thrice miscarried,
The cause, alas, is quickly guest;
The town has whisper'd round the jest.
Think on some remedy in time,
You find his reverence past his prime..
Already dwindled to a lath:
No other way but try the bath.

For Venus, rising from the ocean, Infus'd a strong prolifick potion,

That mixd with Acheloüs' spring,
The horned flood, as poets sing,
Who, with an English beauty smitten,
Ran under ground from Greece to Britain;
The genial virtue with him brought,
And gave the nymph a plenteous draught;
Then fled, and left his horn hehind,
For husbands past their youth to find:
The nymph, who still with passion burn'd,
"Was to a boiling fountain turnd,
Where childless wives crowd every morn,
To drink in Acheloüs' horn.
And here the father often gains
That title by another's pains.

Hither, though much against the grain,
The Dean has carry'd lady Jane.
He, for a while, would not consent,
But vow'd his money all was spent :
His money spent!

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And must my lady slip her season?
The doctor, with a double fee,
Was brib’d to make the Dean agree.
Here all diversions of the place

in my lady's case :
With which she patiently complies,
Merely because her friends advise:
His money and her time employs
In musick, raffing rooms, and toys;
Or in the Cross bath seeks an heir,
Since others oft' have found one there :
Where if the Dean by chance appears,
It shames his cassock and his years.
He keeps his distance in the gallery,
Till banish'd by some coxcomb's raillery;
For 'twould his character expose
To bathe among the belles and beaux.

So have I seen, within a pén,
Young ducklings foster'd by a hen;

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