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With that Sir Topaz, (hapless youth!)
Intreats them pity graunt;
To tread the circled haunt.
Thy cause to come wa know : • Now has thy kestre!} courage fell; * And Faeries, since a lie you tell,
• Are free to work thee woe.' Then Will, who bears the wispy fire To trail the swains among the mire,
The caitiff upward flung ; There, like a tortoise in a shop, He dangled from the chamber top,
Where whilome Edwin hung. The revel now proceeds apace, Deftly they frisk it o'er the place,
They sit, they drink, and eat; The time with frolick mirth beguile, And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while
'Till all the rout retreat. By this the stars began to wink, They shriek, they fiy, the tapers sink,
And down ydrops the Knight: For never spell by Faerie laid With strong enchantment bound a glade
Beyond the length of night. Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay, 'Till up
the welkin rose the day,
Which Edwin lost afore.
And when the tale was done, • Thus some are born, my son (she cries) With base impediments to rise,
And some are born with none.
• But virtue can itself advance
By fortune seem design'd;
Upon th' unworthy mind.'
The Misery of a Town Life, and the HAPPINESS
a COUNTRY ONE;
IMITATED FROM HORACE.
(SWIFT AND POPE.)
Well, now I have all this and more,
All this is mine but till I die e ; • I can't but think 'twould sound more clever, • To me and to my heirs for ever.
• If I ne'er got or lost a groat, By any trick, or any fault; • And if I pray by reason's rules, • And not like forty other fools: As thus,
Vouchsafe, Oh gracious Maker! “ To grant me this and t'other acre : “ Or, if it be thy will and pleasure, “ Direct my plough to find a treasure :" • But only what my station fits, • And to be kept in my right wits, • Preserve, Almighty Providence ! • Just what you gave me, competence : • And let me in these shades compose
Something in verse as true as prose ;
• Remov'd frorn all th' ambitious scene,
In short, I'm perfectly content,
I must by all means come to town,
"Good Mr. Dean, go change your gown; Let
my lord know you're come to town.” I hurry me in haste away, Not thinking it is levee-day ; And find his honour in a pound, Hemm'd by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blae and green: How should I thrust myself between!
observes me thus perplext, And smiling whispers to the next,
I thought the Dean had been too proud, "To justle here among the croud." Another, in a surly fit, Tells me I have more zeal than wit, So eager
to express your love, You ne'er consider whom you shove,
before a Duke." lown, I'm pleas'd with this rebuke, And take it kindly ineant to show What I desire the world should know.
I get a whisper, and withdraw;
This humbly offers me his case.com
“ To-morrow my appeal comes on,
Consider, 'tis my first request”-
'Tis (let me see) three years and more, (October next it will be four) Since Harley bid me first attend, And chose me for an humble friend; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that ; As, “What's o'clock ?" And, “ How's the wind ?" " Whose chariot's that we left behind ?" Or gravely try to read the lines Writ underneath the country signs ; Or, “ Have you nothing new to-day “ From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that
passes Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross. Yet sonie, I know, with
swell, Because they see me us'd so well : “ How think you of our friend the Dean? “. I wonder what some people mean; “ My lord and he are grown so great, “ Always together tête à tête ; " What, they admire him for his jokes" See but the fortune of some folks!" There flies about a strange report Of some express arrivd at Court; I'm stopp’d by all the fools I meet, And catechis d in ev'ry street.
You, Mr. Dean, frequent the great; “ Inform us, will the Emperor treat ?
" Or do the prints and papers lie ?" Faith, Sir, you know as well as I.
Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest! " 'Tis now no secret"-1 protest 'Tis one to me—" Then tell us, pray, " When are the troops to have their pay?" And tho' I solemnly declare I know no more than my Lord Mayor, They stand amaz'd, and think me growo The closest mortal ever known.
Thus in a sea of folly toss'd, My choicest hours of life are lost; Yet always wishing to retreat, Oh, could I see my country seat ! There leaning near a gentle brook, Sleep, or peruse some ancient book, And there in sweet oblivion drown Those cares that haunt the court and town. O charming noons ! and nights divine ! Or when I sup, or when I dine, My friends above, my folks below, Chatting and laughing all-a-row, The beans and bacon set before 'em,
grace-cup sery'd with all decorum : Each willing to be pleas’d and please, And even the very dogs at ease. Here no man prates of idle things, How this or that Italian sings, A neighbour's madness, or his spouse's, Or what's in either of the houses : But something much more our concern, And quite a scandal not to learn : Which is the happier, or the wiser, A man of merit, or a miser? Whether we ought to choose our friends, For their own worth, or our own ends ? What good, or better, we may call, And what, the very best of all ?
Our friend, Dan Prior, told (you know) A tale extremely apropos: Name a town life, and in a trice He had a story of two mice.