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THE WIDOW'S TALE.
Ah me! for aught that I could ever read,
Or ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
Or else misgrafted in respect of years,
Or else it stood upon the choice of friends;
Midsummer Night's Dream.
Oh! thou didst then ne'er love so heartily,
That ever love did make thee run into. — As You Like It.
Cry the man mercy; love him, take his offer. - As You Like It.
THE WIDOW'S TALE.
To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down,
Used to spare meals, disposed in manner pure, Her father's kitchen she could ill endure: Where by the steaming beef he hungry sat, And laid at once a pound upon his plate; Hot from the field, her eager brother seized An equal part, and hunger's rage appeased; The air surcharged with moisture, flagg'd around, And the offended damsel sigh'd and frown'd; The swelling fat in lumps conglomerate laid, And fancy's sickness seized the loathing maid: But when the men beside their station took, The maidens with them, and with these the cook:
When one huge wooden bowl before them stood,
She now entreated by herself to sit In the small parlour, if papa thought fit, And there to dine, to read, to work alone: "No!" said the Farmer, in an angry tone; [pride "These are your school-taught airs; your mother's "Would send you there; but I am now your "Arise betimes, our early meal prepare, [guide.— "And, this despatch'd, let business be your care; "Look to the lasses, let there not be one "Who lacks attention, till her tasks be done; "In every household work your portion take, "And what you make not, see that others make: "At leisure times attend the wheel, and see "The whit'ning web be sprinkled on the lea; "When thus employ'd, should our young neighbour view,
"A useful lass, you may have more to do."
Dreadful were these commands; but worse than these
The parting hinta Farmer could not please:
With swimming eyes the fretful nymph withdrew,
Harry, a youth whose late-departed sire
Pity so sweet a lass will nothing learn
"Of household cares, for what can beauty earn
This luckless Damsel look'd the village round,
"What Lady that?" the anxious lass inquired,