But this great maxim must be understood, That nymph that brew'd and bottled ale fo well. 40 45 How fleet is air! how many things have breath... Which in a moment they resign to death, Depriv'd of light and all their happiest state Not by their fault but some o'erruling Fate! Altho' fair flow'rs that juftly might invite Are cropt, nay torn away, for man's delight, Yet ftill thofe flow'rs, alas can make no moan, Nor has Narciffus now a pow'r to groan, 49 But all those things which breathe in diff'rent frame By tie of common breath man's pity claim. } A gentle lamb has rhetorick to plead, And when the fees the butcher's knife decreed, With pride ftill lays man's fellow-mortals wafte. 55 Mully, a cow fprung from a beauteous race, With spreading front did Mountown's pastures grace': Gentle she was, and with a gentle stream 61 Each morn and night gave milk that equall'd cream. "But innocence cannot itself defend [" Friend." "'Gainft treach'rous arts veil'd with the name of Robin of Derbyshire, whose temper shocks The conftitution of his native rocks, 67 Born in a place which, if it once be nam'd, Mully, as fure as I'm alive you die! 70 75 "'Tis a brave cow! O, Sirs! when Christmas comes "These shins shall make the porridge grac'd with plums; 80 “Then 'midst our cups whilft we profusely dine This blade fhall enter deep in Mully's chine. "What ribs, what rumps, what bak'd, boil'd, stew'd, "and roast! "There fha' n't one fingle tripe of her be loft !" When Peggy, nymph of Mountown, heard these She griev'd to hear of Mully's future wounds. [founds, "What crime," faid fhe, " has gentle Mully done? "Witness the rifing and the setting fun, "That knows what milk she constantly would give! “Let that quench Robin's rage and Mully live.” * 86 The Devil's Arfe of Peak, described by Hobbes in a poen De Mirabilibus Pecci, the beft of his poetical performances. Daniel, a sprightly fwain, that us’d to flash Then Terence spoke, oraculous and fly ; That Mully thence had neither hopes nor fear. ༡༠ 96 100 "You've spoke," fays Robin; "but now let me tell' ""Tis not fair spoken words that fill the belly: ["ye "Pudding and beef I love; and cannot stoop "To recommend your bonny-clabber foup. "You fay she is innocent; but what of that? "'Tis more than crime fufficient that she is fat! "And that which is prevailing in this cafe Is, there is another cow to fill her place: "And granting Mully to have milk in store, "Yet ftill this other cow will give us more. "She dies."-Stop here, my Muse! forbear the rest, And veil that grief which cannot be expreft. 105 ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE. FIRST PRINTED BY THE AUTHOR IN 1704. As poets fay, one Orpheus went To hell upon an odd intent. First tell the story, then let 's know This Orpheus was a jolly boy, The cunning varlet could devife cities. Happy were mortals could they be ΤΟ 15 20 25 30 But as these two went ftrolling on Poor Dice's fcene of life was done; Away her fleeting breath must fly, Yet no one knows wherefore or why. This caus'd the genʼral lamentation Orpheus best knew what lofs he had, 35 40 And in despair to Linus ran, 45 Who was efteem'd a cunning man; Cry'd, "He again muft Dice have, "Or else be bury'd in her grave." Quoth Linus, "Soft; refrain your forrow; "What fails to-day may speed to-morrow: "Thank you the gods for whate'er happens, "But don't fall out with your fat capons. ""Tis many an honeft man's petition "That he may be in your condition. "If fuch a bleffing might be had "To change a living wife for dead "I'd be your chapman; nay, I'd do 't, "Tho' I gave forty pounds to boot. "Confider first you fave her diet; "Confider next you keep her quiet: 150 55 |