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She next instructs him in the kiss; "Tis now a little one, like Miss,
And now a hearty smack.
At first he aims at what he hears;
Just catches at the sound;
He scolds and gives the lie.
Poor Poll is like to die!
VI. Belinda and her bird!
rare, To meet with such a well-match'd pair,
The language and the tone, Each character in ev'ry part Sustain’d with so much grace and art,
And both in unison.
We think them tedious creatures;
And women are the teachers.
PRIOR'S CHLOE AND EUPHELIA.
Nomine sub ficto trans mare mittit opes;
Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, sume lyram. Namque lyram juxtà positam cum carmine vidit, Syave quidem carmen dulcisonamque lyram.
Et miscent numeris murmura mæsta meis,
Tota anima intereà pendet ab ore Chlöes.
Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem,
Me torquet mea mens conscia, psallo, tremo; Atque Cupidinea dixit Dea cincta corona,
Hey! fallendi artem quam didicere parum.
SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE
INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN.
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
Though wedded we have been
No holiday have seen.
To morrow is our wedding day,
And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton
All in a chaise and pair.
My sister, and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
On horseback after we.
He soon replied, I do admire
Of womankind but one, And you are she, my
dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender
Will lend his horse to go.
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said;
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear.