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With Massic, Setin, or renown'd Falern.
Thus, while my joyless minutes tedious flow,

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With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun, -
Horrible monster! hated by gods and men,
To my aerial citadel ascends:
With vocal heel thrice thund'ring at my gates,
With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know
The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound.
What should I do? or whither turn ? Amaz'd,
Confounded, to the dark recess I fly
Of wood-hole; straight my bristling hairs erect
Thro' sudden fear; a chilly sweatbedevs
My shudd'ring limbs, and (wonderful to tell!)
My tongue forgets her faculty of speech;
So horrible he seems! His faded brow
Entrench'd with many a frown, and conick beard,

, And spreading band, admir’d by modern saints,

Disast’rous acts forebode; in his right hand 3-,
Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves, * * *
With characters and figures dire inscrib'd,
Grievous to mortal eyes; (ye gods, avert :
Such plagues from righteous men!) Behind him stalks
Another monster, not unlike himself,
Sullen of aspect, by the vulgar call’d
A Catchpole, whose polluted hands the gods
With force incredible, and magic charms,
Erst have endu'd; if he his ample palm
Should haply on ill-fated shoulder lay
Of debtor, straight his body, to the touch
Obscquious, (as whilom knights were wont)
To some inchanted castle is convey'd, o
Where gates impregnable, and coercive chains,
In durance strict detain him, till, in form o
Of money, Pallas sets the captive free. *
Beware, ye debtors! when ye walk beware,
Be circumspect; oft with insidious ken -

This caitiff eyes your steps aloof, and oft

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Sure ruin. So her disembowell'd web | Arachne in a hall or kitchen spreads, o Obvious to vagrant flies: she secret stands T

Within her woven cell; the humming prey,
Regardless of their fate, rush on the toils
Inextricable, nor will aught avail
Their arts, or arms, or shapes of lovely hue;
The wasp insidious, and the buzzing drone,
And butterfly proud of expanded wings
Distinct with gold, entangled in her snares,
Useless resistance make: with eager strides,
She tow’ring flies to her expected spoils;
Then with envenom'd jaws the vital blood
rinks of reluctant foes, and to her cave
Their bulky carcases triumphant drags.
So pass my days. But when nocturnal shades
This world invelope, and th’ inclement air
Persuades men to repel b-numbing frosts
With pleasant wines, and crackling blaze of wood;
Me lonely sitting, nor the glimmering light
Of make-weight candle, nor the joyous talk
Of loving friend, delights; distress'd, forlorn,
Amidst the horrors of the tedious night,
Darkling I sigh, and feed with dismal thoughts
My anxious mind; or sometimes mournful verse
Indite, and sing of groves and myrtle shades,
Or desperate lady near a purling stream,
}. lover pendent on a willow-tree.

eanwhile I labour with eternal drought, and restless wish and rave; my parched throat Finds no relief, nor heavy eyes repose: '.


4. the srtonpro shit 1 Inc. j. Philliot,
But if a slumber haply does invade
My weary limbs, my fancy's still awake,
Thoughtful of drink, and eager, in a dream,
Tipples imaginary pots of ale, |
In vain—awake, I find the settled thirst
Still gnawing, and the pleasant phantom curse.
Thus do I live, from pleasure quite debarr'd,
Nor taste the fruits that the sun's genial rays
Mature, john-apple, nor the downy peach,
Nor walnut in rough-furrow’d coat secure,
Nor medlar fruit delicious in decay.
Afflictions great! yet greater still remain:
My galligaskins, that have long withstood \
The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,
By time subdu'd, (what will not time subdue!)
An horrid chasm disclose, with orifice
Wide, discontinuous; at which the winds,
Eurus and Auster, and the dreadful force
Of Boreas, that congeals the Cronian waves,
Tumultuous enter with dire chilling blasts, ..".
Portending agues. Thus a well-fraught ship, Y.
Long sail'd secure, or thro' th' Agean deep, i
Or the Ionian, till cruising near -
The Lilybean shore, with hideous crush
On Scylla, or Charybdis, (dang'rous rocks)
She strikes rebounding; whence the shatter'd oak,
So fierce a shock unable to withstand,
Admits the sea: in at the gaping side
The crouding waves gush with impetuous rage,
Resistless, overwhelming! Horrors seize
The mariners; death in their eyes appears; [pray!
They stare, they lave, they pump, they swear,
(Vain efforts!) still the battering waves rush in,
Implacable; till, delug’d by the foam,
The ship sinks found'ring in the vast abyss.

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Miss Molly, a fam'd toast, was fair and young, Had wealth and charms—but then she had a tongue! From morn to night, th' eternal larum rung, Which often lost those hearts her eyes had won. Sir John was smitten and confess'd his flame, Sigh’d out the usual time, then wed the dame; Possess'd, he thought of every joy of life; But his dear Molly prov’d a very wife. Excess of fondness did in time decline; Madam lov'd money, and the knight lov’d wine. From whence some petty discords would arise, As “You’re a fool!”—and, “You are mighty wise!” Tho' he and all the world allow’d her wit, : Her voice was shrill, and rather loud than sweet; When she began,—for hat and sword he'd call; Then, after a faint kiss, cry, “B'y', dear Moll: “Supper and friends expect me at the Rose.” “And, what, Sir John, you’ll get your usual dose? “Go, stink of smoke, and guzzle nasty wine; “ Sure, never virtuous love was us’d like mine !” Oft’, as the watchful bellman march'd his round, At a fresh bottle gay Sir John he found. By four the knight would get his business done, And only then reel'd off, because alone. Full well he knew the dreadful storm to come; But, arm'd with Bourdeaux, he dust venture home. ' My lady with her tongue was still prepar’d, She rattled loud, and he impatient heard: * “'Tis a fine hour! In a sweet pickle made! : “And this, Sir John, is every day the trade. * “Here I sit moping all the live-long night, “ Devour'd with spleen, and stranger to delight;

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