when Iove intends to mould A Hero out of purer Gold Hee 'll shut him up in pain and Care And like Alcides pinch him there 'Till he by kind Afflictions trod Emerges more than Half-a-God Strephon. Thence in happy Triumph born Like groaning Loads of Welcome Corn On a cleanly shelf 't is plac'd With so rich a Burden grac'd Or lest the Foes its Walls attacque On a well-munited Rack d Like Atlante's Palace fair Towring high in yielding Air By Ariosto built aloft All the Walls of costly Thought Or that sturdy Indian Rock e Which Ammon's Son so long did mock There it reigns and there defies Feeble Hosts of Rats and Mice Up they squint but all in vain Up they leap with fruitless pain Down they drop a-down again Reynard so with longing Eyne Views the Cluster'd loaden Vine So when the Wolf a Fold has found Fenc't with Quick-set Turn-pikes round About he stalks and grinns and scowls About he stalks and vainly howls Amoretta f So the Titans hizzing fâ—ll When of old they dar'd rebell Olympus they on Ossa pack Both on Pelions craggy back And against the Thunder hurl'd Half his own dismantled World g On the calm Couch of golden peace In undisturb'd eternal ease He scorns their Plots and laughs above So sits my Cheese and so sits Iove Strephon. This dear day the happy birth Of Amoretta bless't the Earth All the Lads of Mirth and Song O're the Plains shall Dance along And he that best can sing each Grace In my Amoretta's face Shall have the present Iove has given h Shall have the Ancile dropt from Heaven This prais'd this lov'd this envy'd Cheese For a Reward shall all be his NOTES a Bless't with a noble Rammel Cheese Rammel is a word I think not much used â—bout London but common in the West opâ—â—sd to Skim-Cheese Thus you find it pretty â—ften in Mr. Creeches Theocritus b Springs of Nectar can command Hony soit qui male y pense c So from Clay Prometheus can Mould the beauteous form of Man Prometheus being 't is likely used to build Gaeâ—les and Dirtâ—pyes in his Youth when he came 〈◊〉 Age set up the Trade of a Manâ—founder for 〈◊〉 Jove was so â—angry as well he might 〈◊〉 to ' ther took his work out of his hands without ever serving his time to the Trade that what do me he but trusses him up riveâ—s him on Mount Caucasus and sent an unconscionable Vulture to tear out the Heart of him See more in Tobacco-pipe Read the story in Lucians Dialogues Book 1. p. 48. d Like Atlante's Palace fair A gawdy Magical Pallace in Orlando Furioso which cost Poet and Painter and at least Engraver a great many fine strokes to express it The Louvre or Escurial are but Hog-styes to 't as any body may be satisfi'd that will but take the pains to compare ' em e Or that sturdy Indian Rock Which Ammons Son so long did mock A Fortress long besieg'd by Alexander in Sagitiana I think 't was but 't is good to be sure and therefore ask Quintius Curtius who knows better than any of us f So the Titans hizzing fell Qu. Pray Mr. Author why is your Shepherdess so learned here and in other places how comes she to talk against decorum in Pastorals and to fly upon the highâ—ropes at this rate Answ. Because all things here are designed 〈◊〉 be alike extravagantâ— let this serve once for all for I 'll trouble my self no more about it g On the calm Couch of golden peace Any one may discern this is a stroke of Lucretius alluding to that first Principle of the Epicureans so well express'd by that Poet and so much better made English by Mr. Creech thus For what so ere 's divine must live in peace In undisturb'd and everlasting ease c. I have forgot the rest but you shall have it all as soon as I can get it my self h Shall have the Ancile dropt from Heav'n The Ancile was a certain very holy Relique among the Romans being the very handy-work of Jupiter himself but least this precious business should be stole from the Temple while Gods and Men were asleep two more were made so exactly like the right and one another that a Thief must have very good luck to be able to distinguish the original from the counterfeit In the safe keeping it they believ'd the Cityes safety consisted A Full and True Account of a Journey with its Appurtenances a NOw Heav'ns jolly Carman left weeping and whining Scrubb'd up Sunday face and fell fairly a shining The Cits are alive and to they run As Flyes from a Cow-turd will swarm in the Sun Spouse Rampant takes Arms Coucht Cuckold she tells He must get her a place to go visit the Wells Not a Pothecaryes Wife that is leaving the Town But will pawn all her Glyster-pipes for a new Gown 'T is the Devil that drives and needs Travel they must A long comes the Coachman with Bring out your Dust So sweet is his Load and so neat and so pure Yoâ—'d swear he was under-commission'd i' th' Sewer Not a Fop of the Pit or a Jilt o' the Box b But dresses and crawls to the Wells with a Pox So throughly the Waters have purgâ—d all the City c That They 're strangely reform'd and grown civil and Witty Least the Dunns my poor Carcass to pieces should tare Iâ—ll ene like my Betters take Sanctuary there For melting or getting or spunging a Penny As poor and as dull and as sawcy as any But the walks were bepester'd with Cravat and Fan And Beaver and Wigg and sometimes a Man For curing old Aches and getting new pains For cooling and heating the blood and the reins Old Sol from Aurora's Alcove newly peeping While more than three Quarters lay grunting and sleeping When routed Cravat-string and Ruffles I 'd rally'd From Dog-hole of Lodging one Morning I sally'd I walkt and I strutted along like the rest And I thought hard of nothing as well as the best Till a Bevey of Ladys swum hastily by All finer than â—ippence they dazzâ—'d my Eye I follow the Track and the Vision pursue Meditation farewel now the Game is in view Tho' I quickly got up they were enter'd before And cruelly shut the unmerciful Door Tho' my Eyes kept a Fast yet my Ears I could treat And yours shall take part while the Tale I repeat But Madam sayes one while They 're chatting together If one may be so bold pray what Wind blew you hither She replyes with a Sigh drawn up to her Chin 'T is a weakness Obstructions and weakness within My Husband 's as likely a Man as you 'll see A Man every Inch of him take it from me Ay and I 'll assure ye c. Nay never despair Madam 't is not too late Your changing of pasture may make you grow fat I speak by experience stay here but a Little And I warn't you return as round as a Kettle No doubt on 't says
sum The beginning of Scaevola's Oration in Livy d That made his Paw like Drum-stick fry 'T is a known Story when Rome was besieged by King Porsenna Mutius Scaevola went to the Camp intending to stabb him but mistook a Nobleman of his Train for the King for this had his Hand broil'd over a Chaffing-Dish of Coals like a Pullets claw but held it all the while unconcern'd and immovable see the Story in Livy's Decades Vol. 1. Book 1. p. 78. e Truer by far than Goodman Livy For there would not be half so many prodigies in 't He somewhere or other makes an Oxe speak and why not my Maggot as well f That she should kill her self for him Lucretia's Death the cause and manner on 't is at every School-boys fingers Ends She kill'd her self because Tarquin's Son Sixtus had ravish'd her g For I must leap five-hundred Year Supposing 't were more from Lucretia to Cleopatra yet that 's a good round Number and Poets have seldom been old excellent at Cronology Witness Virgil. h Whose Love and Pearls made Tony tipsie Cleopatra dissolv'd in a Draught of Wine gave Mark Anthony a Pearl worth I dont know what i The Maggot bit as well's the Asp. To avoid her being expos'd to the Conquerers Mercy she clapt Vipers to her Breast and dy'd k And lickt his pretty Cubbs at Night Virgils Commentators mention that as his custom to compose some 40 verses and reduce 'em all into 8 or 10. l Sometimes begetting sometimes killing This must be taken Sano Sensu. Take notice I mean Aeneas for one and Dido for t' other m Lugg'd him to Hellâ—a-Pick-a-Pack Aeneas his descent into Hell takes up a fair Cantler in Virgil nor I believe tho' the learned differ here will any quarrel about this Circumstance whither he rode thither on my Maggot or Old Sybilla's Broomstaff n And when I please my self to dart Into a ravisht Lovers Heart And no doubt will be as good Company there as the Fury's Snakey Worms which they are bound to throw into every one they bewitch o Least I like Phaeton should tumble Who fairly broke his Neck from his Fathers Coach-box like Crashaws Dwarf from the Pismires back On two Souldiers killing one another for a Groat FUll doleful Tales have oft been told By Chimney warm in Winter cold About the Sacred Thirst of Gold To hear 'em half 't would mad ye To Jayl how many Headlong run How many a hopeful Youth 's undone How many a vile ungracious Son For this has murder'd Daddy Yet those that tumble Books may find Unless as who can help 't They 're blind That Silver comes not far behind But 's e'ne as bad as t ' other For this who 'd of such luck have thought For this tho' not above a Groat Two Valiant Souldiers lately fought And murder'd one the other Well! who can tell how soon he ' may dye Both as good Friends as You and I Their hungry Wembs to satisfie Scale an enchanted Castle Painted without some think 't a kin To that renowned Fort wherein Quixot the Great such fame did win And with fell Gyants Wrastle a As kind as ever in their Life As kind they sate as Man and Wife O! who among 'em scatter'd Strife That Petty fogging Fury But this is plainly prov'd by all Some Viper to their Hearts did crawl And so they ' l find it if you call An Honest Poets Jury b A Groat was dropt upon the Board This takes it up That draws his Sword And tells him it must be restor'd Or else expect what follows Each gives the Lye and at that Word Each runs upon the t ' other 's Sword And each stretcht fairly Under-board In Blood and Liquor wallows So Aruns and great Brutus fell c And so they fought thô scarce so well So to Elysium or to Hell They sunk I know not whether So on New-markets Jolly Heath The Hawk and Hearn strugling for Breath Thô not in Life yet joyn'd in Death Come tumbling down together d Both grin at their expiring Foe With Sword in Fist both Huffing go To fright the trembling Shades below Bloated with Martial Glory Both in the Bed of Honour rest With Lawrel boâ—ghs and Garlands dress't Perfum'd as sweet as Phenix-Nest And there 's an end o' th' Story Yet take good Counsel Courteous Friend And learn by their untimely End Not about Trifles to contend Or with another grapple Since Carrion-Strife has often wrought Such mischiefs as you 'd ne're ha' thought And murder'd for a Silver Groat As well's a Golden Apple e NOTES a Quixot the Great such fame did win And with fell Gyants Wrastle Vid. Book the p. the of the renowned History of Don Quixot Where the Knight was in great Peril by three dreadful Leather-Bottles of Wine whom after a sore Battle he at last Valiantly hew'd all to pieces b An Honest Poets Iury. 'T is notorious how necessary Actors in any Poetical Murder or Mischief a Fury and a Viper are Vid. Virg. Aenead B. 7. p. l. and if I may profane that great Name so much to quote it here Mr. Cowleys Dav. B. p. l. Virg. Huic Dea caeruleis unum de crinibus anguem Conjicit inque Sinum praecordia ad intima subdit Cowley c So Aruns and great Brutus fell Livy relates it in Book 1st of 1 st Vol. p. 72. 〈◊〉 the first encounter Aruns and Brutus both fell deaâ— from their Horses pierced quite through with one anothers Spears d The Hawk and Hearn came tumbling dowâ— together The Custom of the Hearn when she sees thâ— Hawk stooping at her and no way of escape is 〈◊〉 turn her Long Bill upwards upon which the Hawk not being able to stop runs it self through and so botâ— often drop down dead together e As well's a Golden Apple The Story is worn thed-bare of the Golden Apâ—ple which was the cause of the Wars of Troy The Argument A Tame Snake left in a Box of Bran was devoured by Mice after a great Battle Written An. Dom. 1681. NO Monarch's Death no fall of Prince or King My humble rural Muse intends to sing Let others strive in everlasting-Verse First to make Hero's then t' adorn their Herse Of stranger Tragedys I will complain Low Subjects best befit a lowly Swain Immortal Maro did immortal make The loving Gnat that sav'd him from a Snake The Theme's inverted now why should not I Give my poor harmless Worm an Elegy Why should not I his luckless Fate bemoan Wrong'd and abus'd by all but wronging none Bred in the Fields he oft was bruis'd and broke By ev'ry cross-grain'd Traveller's cruel stroke At length he leaves th' unhospitable Air And to the Town 's Asylum does repair There all his Tricks and all his Slights imparts â—o to revive his Patron 's drooping Hearts Now through a Ring he 'll softly gliding pass Now weave a thousand Circles in the Grass Now in a thousand folds himself he 'll tye Which with the Oraculous Gordian Knot
In Iar-like Leg and May-pole Arm Nor how my Conquress did prevail And wound with every Tooth and Nail Ah! 't was as too-too well you know Your Hand that struck the mortal blow That Mutton-fist like Bolt of Thunder Poor Lover fell'd as flat's a Flounder Under a Willow I complain And grunt and cry and roar in vain And as mad Lovers use to do Pick straws and what a F care you From side to side I loll about Idle ungainly lazy Lout That was e're you I saw in sooth Altho' I say 't a dapper Youth Here every hour with dreary Frown I lay my Head on Elbow down Help or this Love will quite undo me Heark how it runs clean thro' and thro' me The sighs which up and downwards go That I am near the Rattles show Think not that I false grief pretend Alas I weep at either end My sweet Sweet-heart how is 't you are So foolish sure you be'n't so fair O be'n't so hard what e're you grow The Baker sure ne'r made you so My Heart not only with your stroke But my few Teeth will all be broke Melt then to cure my horrid Drowth O melt altho 't is in my Mouth Which waters at you for 't is true Nothing can quench my thirst but you Now my cold Fit is more severe I shall kick up with meer Despair These nipping Mornings pinch and you To meâ—d the matter freeze me too Dear Girl for once at my desire Prethee from Ice be turn'd to Fire What e're my Readers Judgment be I 'm sure I here mean honestly Such a kind harmless lambent Flame As from Ascanius Temples came O warm my Soul for Cupid's cold-Iron-Dart And your more frosty frowns have kibe'd my Heart NOTES a The Nose of Zara's Dowzabel Vid. The famous and renowned History of Don Zaradel Fogo the Lady of whose best Affections a piece of purtenance as necessary to a Knight Errant as Mambrino ' s Helmet or the Parallel of this Lady Dulcinea de'l Foboso to Don Quixot whose Damsel that had wofully besmitten the gentle Knight was after all the Parentheses Yclept Dowzabella Of whom the Poet thus Whose gallant gray Eyes like Stars in the Skies Denoted c. b Bake't on thy n'own dear Granny's Wemm A Scotch Oven A Traveller eating some Cake on the Road in Scotland complain'd 't was not well bake't 'T was reply'd that was impossible for 't had been all night baking upon the Hostess's warm Wemm c Thy goggling Egg-like Eyes Like those in Mahomet's Paradice Among the other pleasures in the Heaven of his own building Mahomet's Alcoran promises the Mussal-man Bed-fellows with Eyes as big as Eggs esteemed as great a piece of beauty it seems by the Asiatick's as great Lips by most of the Africans d A Mouth which should with Mopsa's vye Altho' Pamela's self stood by See the Description of charming Mopsa in an ingenious drolling Poem at the End of Sir Philip Sidney e Lips which like Paris-Casements shew When opening with a Guardâ— vou'z Such as walk late at Paris and when the Windows open with that sound avoid not in time will soon by their bounteous benevolence smell out the meaning of the Allusion here f Not Western Civet half so sweet Paracelsus is reported with a great deal of washing you may think to have reduced no better nor worse than a Sir an 't please ye into an excellent Perfume Balsamum Apoplecticum but Assa foetida to 't and afterwards christen'd it by the cleanlier name of Zibetum Occidentale g When Atoms were in Altitude Willis in his Book de Fermentatione gives that account of Putrefaction of Bodies He says the blood c. ferments and the Particles are highly agitated and a great deal more which if you ha'n't enough for your money you shall have in the next Edition On the Bear-fac'd Lady TOo charming Maid whose Viznomy divine Shoots Darts around like any Porcupine a Who give to Cupid's Arrows new supplyes Heading 'em from your Face and not your Eyes Like Cleavland's Lover Pallizado'd in b And fenc'd-by the sharp Turn-pikes of your Chin. Happy the Man to whom you must disclose The flaming Beauties of your Rain-bow Nose What tho' in vain t' approach your Lips he seek He may with leave come near and kiss your Cheek If as when Turks expect they should be heard At Prayer you will but turn aside your beard c All this were true tho' Art should you disgrace And shew her own instead of Nature's Face But you discreetly choose the Russian way â— And closely veyl it till the Wedding-day Not Stega-like by too sincere a carriage e Your Imperfections shew and mar your Marriage You are resolv'd that Faith and Stomach too Shall meet in him who must be blest with you And by so just a Touch-stone mean to prove The Mettal of his Courage and his Love Nay Ioan her self whom he 'l i' th darâ—â—â— embrace When the Light comes may have my Lady's Face He has his Chance it may be good enough For all Love 's but a Game at Blind-mans-buff He who to meet a Devil does prepare Like Spencer's Knight may find an Angeâ— there â— Missing a Snake he may at last prevail To hold a fat tho' slipry Eel by th' Tail When Psyche thro' the Air to Cupid rode She fear'd a Dragon but she found a God 〈◊〉 Suppose the worst a Rival's spight has sed Here 's Spouse enough tho' she had ne're aâ— Heaâ— A just proportion every where behold And Gold the Cream o' th' Jest remember Gold Gold Gold those subtle Charms must needs prevail Gold Gold enow had she nor Head nor Tail Sure this must even the flintyest Heart subdue Those Chains those Pearls those Lockets all for you What if no Cubbs bless the ill-natur'd Joys Look she 's already stock'd with yellow Boys And she May live like Etheldreda undefil'd h While you Lye with her Coin and get her Bags with Child NOTES This Story and the Lady's Picture appertaining thereunto are notorious enough about London without Explication of the Subject in general a Shoots Darts around like any Porcupine She 's pictur'd with a Bear's-head and consequently her face all hairy b Like Cleavland's Lover Pallizado'd in Alluding to that in Cleavland's Souldier O let the Turn-pikes of my Chin Take thy Half-moon Fortress in c If as when Turks expect they should be heard â— At Prayer you will but turn aside the beard A late Traveller and ingenious Observer at Constantinople in the Relation he gives of their Customs in Devotion has this among the rest That when in the highest fit of Zeal and Top of their Service for an Amen they are to manage their Beards or else the work is left uncompleat d But you discreetly choose the Russian way And closely veil it till the Wedding-day In the Description of Russia among Struys's Voyages he describes this for one humour religigiously observed in all their Marriages They never see one another till made fast