But let me fcrape the dirt away.
That hangs upon your face;
And flop and eat, for well you may
Be in a hungry cafe.

Said John, It is my wedding-day;
And all the world would ftare,
If wife fhould dine at Edmonton,
And I fhould dine at Ware.

So turning to his horfe he faid
I am in hafte to dine

'Twas for your pleafure you came here,
You fhall go back for mine.

Ah lucklefs fpeech, and bootlefs boast!
For which he paid full dear;
For while he spake a braying afs
Did fing mofi loud and clear;

Whereat his horfe did fnort, as he
Had heard a lion roar :
And gallop'd off with all his might,
As he had done before.

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Now Mitrefs Gilpin, when the faw
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Her husband pofting down doso bar Js ba

Into the country far away,

She pull'd out half a crown;

That drove them to the Bell,

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My husband fafe and well,

The youth did ride, and foon did meet

John coming back amain,

Whom in a trice he tried to flop

By catching at his rein;

But not performing what he meant,

And gladly would have done,

The frighted fleed he frighted more, I vel

And made him fafter run.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went pofl-boy at his heels,

The post-boy's horse right glad to mifs

The lumb'ring of the wheels.

Six gentlemen upon the road
Thus fecing Gilpin fly,

With post-boy fcamp'ring in the rear,

They rais'd the hue and

cry :

Stop

Stop thief! ftop thief!-a highwayman!
Not one of them was mute;

And all and each that pafs'd that way

Did join in the purfuit.

And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in fhort space;

The toll-men thinking, as before,

That Gilpin rode a race.

And fo he did, and won it too,

For he firft to town,
got

Nor flopp'd till where he first got up
He did again get down.

Now let us fing, Long live the king,
And Gilpin, long live he';

And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to fee!

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ON THE DEATH OF DR. SWIFT. Occafioned by reading the following Maxim in Rochefoucault, Dans l'adverfité de nos meilleurs amis. nous trouvous toujours quelque chofe qui ne

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"In the adverfity of our best friends, we always find fomething that doth not difpleate us.

AS Rochefoucault his maxims drew

From nature, I believe them true;

They argue no corrupted mind
In him; the fault is in mankind.
This maxim more than all the reft
Is thought too bafe for human,breaft;
In all diftreffes of our friends,
"We first confult our private ends;
"While nature, kindly bent to cafe us,
Points out fome circumftance to pleafe us.
If this perhaps your patience move.
Let reafon and experience prove.
We all behold with envious eyes.
Our equals rais'd above our fize..
Who would not at a crowded fhow
Stand high himfelf, keep others low ?
I love my friend as well as you :
But why should he obftru&t my view?

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Then let me have the higher poft HT V
Suppofe it but an inch at most.

If in a battle your should find lunge 535 oma
One, whom you love of all mankind,
Had fome heroic action done,

A champion kill'd, or trophy won:
Rather than thus be over-topt,

Would you not with his laurels cropt P

Dear honeft Ned is in the

gout,

Lies rack'd with pain, and you without;
How patiently you hear him groan!
How glad the cafe is not your own!
What poet would not grieve to fee
His brother write as well as he ?
But, rather than they fhould excel,
Would with his rivals all in hell.

Her end when emulation miffes,

She turns to envy, flings and hiffes:
The strongest friendship yields to pride,.
Unless the odds be on our fide.

Vain human kind! fantaftic race!

Thy various follies who can trace?
Self-love, ambition, envy, pride,
Their empire in our hearts divide.
Give others riches, pow'r, and flation,
"Tis all to me an ufurpation.

I have no title to aspire ;.

Yet, when you fink, I feem the higher,.
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