Her husband, first more loudly bawling,
And afterwards more foftly calling

A perfon not of the best fame,

And Mistress Cooler was her name.

"Now, Goffip, why should she come thither "But that they might be naught together?” When Cris heard all her colour turn'd, And tho' her heart within her burn'd,

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And eyeballs fent forth fudden flashes,

Her cheeks and lips were pale as ashes.

Then, "Wo the day that she was born!"
The nightrail innocent was torn ;

Many a thump was giv'n the breast,

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"And the, oh! fhe fhould never rest!

"She ftraight would hie her to the wood;

"And he 'd repent it-that he shou'd."

With eager haste away fhe moves,
Never regarding scarf or gloves":
Into the grotto foon she creeps,
And into ev'ry thicket peeps,.

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And to her eyes there did appear

Two prints of bodies-that was clear:

"And now (fhe cries) I plainly fee

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"How time and place and all agree:

"But here is a covert where I'll lie,

“And I shall have them by and by.”

'Twas noon; and Cephalus, as last time,

Heated and ruffled with his paftime,

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Came to the very selfsame place

Where he was us'd to wash his face;

And then he fung, and then he humm'd,
And on his knee with fingers thrumm'd.

When Criffy found all matters fair,

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And that he only wanted Air,

Saw what device was took to fool her,
And no fuch one as Mistress Cooler,
Mistrusting then no future harms
She would have rufh'd into his arms;
But as the leaves began to ruftle,

deer."

He thought fome beast had made the bustle:
He fhot; then cry'd, “ I 've kill'd my
'Ay, so you have, (fays Cris) I fear."
Why, Criffy! pray what made you
By Goffip Trot I understood

here?"

"You kept a small girl in this wood." Quoth Ceph, " 'Tis pity thou shouldít die "For this thy foolish jealousy,

"For it is a paffion that does move

"Too often from excefs of love."

But when they fought for wound full fore

The petticoat was only tore,

And she had got a lufty thump

Which in fome measure bruis'd her rump:
Then home most lovingly they went;
Neither had reason to repent:

Their following years pafs'd in content,

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And Criffy made him the best wife

For the remainder of his life.

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The Muse has done, nor will more laws obtrude,
Left fhe by being tedious should be rude.
Unbrace Love's fwans; let them unharnefs'd ftray,
And eat ambrofia thro' the Milky Way:
Give liberty to ev'ry Paphian dove,

And let them freely with the Cupids rove:
But when the Amazonian trophies rife
With monuments of their past victories,

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of Poetry,

IX. To Mr.

The Art of Cookery, in Imitation of Horace's Art

Dedication to The Art of Love,

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