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P H R Y N E.
Popen he was, and unconfinia,
HRYNE had talents for mankind,
Open she was, and unconfin'd, Like some free port of trade : Merchants unloaded here their freight, And Agents from each foreign state,
Here first their entry made.
Her learning and good breeding such,
Spaniards or French came to her:
'Twas S'il vous plaist, Monsieur.
Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
At length she turns a Bride :
And flutters in her pride.
So have I known those Insects fair
Still vary shapes and dyes; Still gain new Titles with new forms; First grubs obscene, then wriggling worms,
Then painted butterflies.
The Happy Life of a COUNTRY
ARSON, these things in thy poffeffing
Are better than the Bishop's blessing.
He that has these, may pass his life,
On Sundays preach, and eat his fill;
The End of the SECOND VOLUM E.