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Church, Army, Navy, Physic, Law ;
Maid, Mistress, Master, Valet ; Long locks, gray hairs, bald heads, and a',
They bob-in “Cupid's Alley."
Strange pairs ! To laughing, fresh Fifteen
Here capers Prudence thrifty; Here Prodigal leads down the green
A blushing Maid of fifty;
And some but shilly-shally;
(Ah me !)-in “Cupid's Alley."
And sometimes one to one will dance,
And think of one behind her;
Yet look all ways to find her ;
Some win him with a sally;
Strange fate !-of “Cupid's Alley."
And some will dance an age or so
Who came for half a minute ;
Before they well begin it;
And some will vow they ’re “ danced to death,”
Who (somehow) always rally; Strange cures are wrought (mine author saith),
Strange cures !—in “Cupid's Alley."
It may be one will dance to-day,
And dance no more to-morrow;
And nurse a life-long sorrow;
Unite, dispart, and dally,
Not less-in “Cupid's Alley."
For till that City's wheel-work vast
And shuddering beams shall crumble ;And till that Fiddler lean at last
From off his seat shall tumble ;-
This quaint, fantastic ballet
Must last-in “Cupid's Alley."
THE IDYLL OF THE CARP.
(The SCENE is in a garden,-where you please,
So that it lie in France, and have withal
And Triton huge, with moss for coronal.
THE PRINCESS. "HESE, DENISE, are my Suitors!
These fish. I feed them daily here at morn and night With crumbs of favour,-scraps of graciousness, Not meant, indeed, to mean the thing they wish, But serving just to edge an appetite.
(Throwing bread.) Make haste, Messieurs ! Make haste, then! Hurry. See,See how they swim! Would you not say, confess, Some crowd of Courtiers in the audience hall, When the King comes ?
You 're jesting!
Not at all.
I think I have.
O speckless, fleckless fish! Who is it, pray,
FONTENAY. You know him not? My prince of shining locks ! My pearl !— my Phoenix !—my pomander-box! He loves not Me, alas ! The man 's too vain ! He loves his doublet better than my suit,His graces than my
favours. Still his sash Sits not amiss, and he can touch the lute Not wholly out of tune
Ai ! what a splash! Who is it comes with such a sudden dash Plump i' the midst, and leaps the others clear?