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A word, pray,

Now this I'll say, you'll find in me
A safe companion and a free;
Bit if you'd have me always near-


honour's ear:
I hope it is your resolution
To give ine back my constitution !
The sprightly wit, the lively eye,
The engaging sinile, the gayety,
That laugh'd down many a su nner sun,
And kept you up so oft till one !
And all that voluntary vein,
As when Belinda raised my strain.

A weasel once made shift to slink
In at a corn loft through a chink;
But having amply stutt'd his skin,
Could not get out as he got in ;
Which one belonging to the house
('Twas not a man, it was a mouse)
Observing, cried, You 'scape not so,
Lean as you came, sir, you must go.'

Sir, you may spare your application,
l'ın no such beast, nor his relation ;
Not one that temperance advance,
Cramm'd to the throat with ortolans ;
Extremely ready to resign
All that may make ne none of rnine.
South sea subscriptions take who please,
Leave me but liberty and ease
'Twas what I said to Crazys and Child,
Who praised my modesty, and siniled.

Give me,' I cried (enough for me), • My bread, and independency!"So bought an annual-rent or two,




And lived—just as you see I do ;
Near fifty, and without a wife,
I trust that siuking fund, my life.
Can I retrench? Yes, mighty well,
Shrink back to my paternal cell,
A little house, with trees a-row,
And, like its master, very low.
There died my father, no man's debtor,
And there I'll die, nor worse nor better.
To set this matter full before

ye, Our old friend Swift will tell his story.

Harley, the nation's great support But you may read it, I stop short.

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O CHARMING noons ! and nights divine !
Or when I sup, or when I dine,
My friends above, my folks below,
Chatting and laughing all a-row,
The beans and bacon set before 'em,
The grace-cup served with all decorum :
Each willing to be pleased, and please,
And e'en the very dogs at ease!
Here no man prates of idle things,
How this or that Italian sings,
A neighbour's madness, or his spouse's,
Or what's in either of the houses:
But something much more our concern,
and quite a scandal not to learn:
Which is the happier or the wiser,


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A man of merit, or a miser ?
Whether we ought to choose our friends,
For their own worth, or our own ends?
What good, or better, we may call,
And what the very best of all.

Our friend Dan Prior, told (you know)
A tale extremely a propos :'
Nare a town life, and in a trice
He had a story of two mice.
Once on a time (so runs the fable)
A country mouse, right hospitable,
Received a town mouse at his board,
Just as a farmer might a lord.
A frugal mouse upon the whole,
Yet loved his friend, and had a soul,
Knew what was handsome, ånd would do't,
On just occasion, 'coute que coute,'
He brought him bacon (nothing lean);
Pudding that might have pleased a dean;
Cheese, such as men in Suffolk make,
But wish'd it Stilton for his sake;
Yet, to his guest though no way sparing,
He ate himself the rind and pairing.
Our courtier scarce could touch a bito
But show d his breeding and his wit;
He did his best to seem to eat,
And cried, I vow you're mighty neat.
But, lord, my friend, this savage scene !
For God's sake come, and live with men:
Consider, mice, like men, must die,
Both small and grerat, both you and I :
Then spend your life in joy and sport;
(This doctrine, friend, I learn'd at court).

The veriest hermit in the nation
May yield, God knows, to strong temptation.
Away they came, through thick and thin,
To a tall house near Lincoln's-inn:
('Twas on the night of a debate.
When all their lordships had sat late).

Behold the place, where if a poet
Shined in description, he might show it:
Tell how the moon-beam trembling falls,
And tips with silver all the walls;
Paladian walls, Venetian doors,
Grotesco roofs, and stucco floors :
But let it (in a word) be said,
The moon was up, and men a-bed,
The napkins white, the carpet red;
The guests withdrawn had left the treat,
And down the mice sat, tete a tete.'

Our courtier walks from dish to dish,
Tastes for his friend of fowl and fish;
Tells all their names, lays down the law;

Que ca est bon! Ah goutez ca!
That jelly's rich, this malmsey healing,
Pray dip your whiskers and your tail in.
Was ever such a hapy swain?
He stuffs, and swills, and stuffs again.
• I'm quite ashamed_tis mighty rude
To eat so much-but all's so good.'
I have a thousand thanks to give
My lord alone knows how to live.
No sooner said but from the hall
Rush chaplain, butler, dogs and all :

A rat, a rat! clap to the door-
The cat comes bouncing on the floor,

O for the heart of Homer's mice,
Or gods to save them in a trice!
(It was by providence they think,
For your damn’d stucco has no chink).

An't please your honour,' quoth the peasant :
• This same dessert is not so pleasant :
Give me again my hollow tree,
A crust of bread, and liberty!"



AGAIN? new tumults in my breast ?

Ah spare me, Venus ! let me, let me rest! I am not now, alas ! the man

As in the gentle reign of my queen Anne. Ah! sound no more thy soft alarms,

Nor circle sober fifty with thy charms ! Mother too fierce of dear desires !

Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires : To number five direct your doves,

There spread round Murray all your blooming loves, Noble and young, who strikes the heart

With every sprightly, every decent part Equal the injured to defend,

To charm the mistress, or to fix the friend, He with a hundred arts refined

Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind : To bim each rival shall submit,

Make but his riches equal to his wit. Then hall thy form the marble grace,

(Thy Grecian form) and Chloe lend the face :

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