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DESPONDING Phyllis was endued
With every talent of a prude:
She trembled when a man drew near ;
Salute her, and she turn’d her ear:
If o'er against her you were placed,
She durst not look above your waist:
She'd rather take you to her bed
Than let you see her dress her head ;
In church you hear her, through the crowd,
Repeat the absolution loud :
In church, secure behind her fan,
She durst behold that monster man:
There practised how to place her head,
And bit her lips to make them red;
Or on the mat devoutly kneeling,
Would lift her eyes up to the ceiling,
And heave her bosom unaware
For neighboring beaux to see it bare.

At length a lucky lover came,
And found admittance to the dame.
Suppose all parties now agreed,
The writings drawn, the lawyer feed,
The vicar and the ring bespoke :
Guess, how could such a match be broke?
See then what mortals place their bliss in!
Next morn betimes the bride was missing:
The mother scream'd, the father chid ;
Where can this idle wench be hid ?
No news of Phyl! the bridegroom came,
And thought his bride had skulk'd for shamo;
Because her father used to say,
The girl had such a bashful way.

Now John the butler must be sent
To learn the road that Phyllis went:
The groom was wish'd to saddle Crop;
For John must neither light nor stop,
But find her, wheresoe'er she fled,
And bring her back alive or dead.

See here again the devil to do!

The horse and pillion both were gone!
Phyllis, it seenis, was fled with John.

Old madam, who went up to find
What papers Phyl had left behind,
A letter on the toilet sees,
To my much honor'd father -- these
('Tis always done, romances tell us
When daughters run away with fellows),
Filld with the choicest common places,
By others used in the like cases,
"That long ago a fortune-teller
Exactly said what now befell her;
And in a glass had made her see
A serving-man of low degree.
It was her fate, must be forgiven ;
For marriages were made in heaven :
His pardon begg’d: but, to be plain,
She'd do it if 'twere to do again :
Thank'd God, 'twas neither shame nor sin;
For John was como of honest kin.
Love never thinks of rich and poor :
She'd beg with John from door to door.
Forgive her if it be a crime;
She'll never do't another time.
She ne'er before in all her life
Once disobey'd him, maid nor wife.
One argument she summ’d up all in,
The thing was done and past recalling;
And therefore hoped she should recover
IIis favor when his passion's over.
She valued not what others thought her,
And was — his most obedient daughter."
Fair maidens all attend the Muse,
Who now the wandering pair pursues:
Away they rode in homely sort,
Their journey long, their money short;
The loving couple well bemired;
The horse and both the riders tired:
Their victuals bad, their lodging worse;
Phyl cried ! and John began to curse:
Phyl wish'd that she had strain'd a limb,
When first she ventured out with him ;
John wished that he had broke a leg,
When first for her he quitted Peg.
But what adventures more befell them,
The Muse has now no time to tell them,
How Johnny wheedled, threaten’d, fawn’d,
Till Phyllis all her trinkets pawn'd:
How oft she broke her marriage vows,
In kindness to maintain her spouse,
Till swains unwholesome spoild the trade;
For now the surgeons must be paid,
To whom those perquisites are gone,

When food and raiment now grew scarce,
Fate put a period to the farce,
And with exact poetic justice ;
For John was landlord, Phyllis hostess ;
They keep at Staines the Old Blue Boar,
Are cat and dog, and rogue and whore.

IIORACE, BOOK IV. ODE IX.

Addressed to archbishop King. 1718.
VIRTUE conceald within our breast
Is inactivity at best:
But never shall the muse endure
To let your virtues lie obscure,
Or suffer Envy to conceal
Your labors for the public weal.
Within your breast all wisdom lies,
Either to govern or advise ;
Your steady soul preserves her frame
In good and evil times the same.
Pale Avarice and lurking Fraud
Stand in your sacred presence awed;
Your hand alone from gold abstains,
Which drags the slavish world in chains.

IIim for a happy man I own
Whose fortune is not overgrown;
And happy he who wisely knows
To use the gifts that heaven bestows;
Or, if it please the powers divine,
Can suffer want and not repine.
The man who infamy to shun
Into the arms of death would run,
That man is ready to defend
With life, his country or his friend.

TO MR. DELANY, NOV. 10, 1718. The rev. Patrick Delany, an excellent and learned divine, had been patronized by sir Constantine Phipps, chancellor of Ireland under Harley's administration.

To you, whose virtues, I must own
With shame, I have too lately known;
To you by art and nature taught
To be the man I long have sought,
Had not ill Fate, perverse and blind,
Placed you in life too far behind:
Or, what I should repine at more,
Placed me in life too far before :
To you the Muse this verse bestows,
Which might as well have been in prose :
No thought, no fancy, no sublime,

But simple topics told in rhyme.

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The horse and pillion both were gone!
Phyllis, it seems, was fled with John.

Old madam, who went up to find
What papers Phyl had left behind,
A letter on the toilet sees,
"To my much honor'd father — these
('Tis always done, romances tell us
When daughters run away with fellows),
Fill’d with the choicest common places,
By others used in the like cascs,

That long ago a fortune-teller
Exactly said what now befell her;
And in a glass had made her see
A serving-man of low degree.
It was her fate, must be forgiven;
For marriages were made in heaven:
His pardon begg'd: but, to be plain,
She'd do it 'twere to do again :
Thank'd God, 'twas neither shame nor sin;
For John was come of honest kin.
Love never thinks of rich and poor :
She'd beg with John from door to door.
Forgive her if it be a crime;
She'll never do't another time.
She ne'er before in all her life
Once disobey'd him, maid nor wife.
One argument she summ’d up all in,
The thing was done and past recalling;
And therefore hoped she should recover
IIis favor when his passion's over,
She valued not what others thought her,
And was — his most obedient daughter."
Fair maidens all attend the Muse,
Who now the wandering pair pursues :
Away they rode in homely sort,
Their journey long, their money short;
The loving couple well bemired ;
The horse and both the riders tired:
Their victuals bad, their lodging worse;
Phyl cried! and John began to curse :
Phyl wish'd that she had strain’d a limb,
When first she ventured out with him;
John wished that he had broke a leg,
When first for her he quitted Peg.
But what adventures more befell them,
The Muse has now no time to tell them,
How Johnny wheedled, threaten’d, fawn’d,
Till Phyllis all her trinkets pawn’d:
How oft she broke her marriage vows,
In kindness to maintain her spouse,
Till swains unwholesome spoil'd the trade;
For now the surgeons must be paid,
To whom those perquisites are gone,

When food and raiment now grew scarce,
Fate put a period to the farce,
And with exact poetic justice;
For John was landlord, Phyllis hostess ;
They keep at Staines the Old Blue Boar,
Are cat and dog, and rogue and whore.

HORACE, BOOK IV. ODE IX.

Addressed to archbishop King. 1718.
Virtue conceal’d within our breast
Is inactivity at best:
But never shall the muse endure
To let your virtues lie obscure,
Or suffer Envy to conceal
Your labors for the public weal.
Within your breast all wisdom lies,
Either to govern or advise ;
Your steady soul preserves her frame
In good and evil times the same.
Pale Avarice and lurking Fraud
Stand in your sacred presence awed;
Your hand alone from gold abstains,
Which drags the slavish world in chains.

IIim for a happy man I own
Whose fortune is not overgrown;
And happy he who wisely knows
To use the gifts that heaven bestows;
Or, if it please the powers divine,
Can suffer want and not repine.
The man who infamy to shun
Into the arms of death would run,
That man is ready to defend
With life, his country or his friend.

TO MR. DELANY, NOV. 10, 1718. Tue rev. Patrick Delany, an excellent and learned divine, had been patronized by sir Constantine Phipps, chancellor of Ireland under Harley's administration.

To you, whose virtues, I must own
With shame, I have too lately known;
To you by art and nature taught
To be the man I long have sought,
Had not ill Fate, perverse and blind,
Placed you in life too far behind :
Or, what I should repine at more,
Placed me in life too far before:
To you the Muse this verse bestows,
Which might as well have been in prose:
No thought, no fancy, no sublime,

But simple topics told in rhyme.

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