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The worst in genius, measure and degree;
Behold the heav'n-deserted fen,
Hardness of heart, and heaviness of head,
There may'st thou all thy bitterness unload, There may'st thou croak, in concert with the toad,
With thee the hollow howling winds shall join, Nor shall the bittern her base throat deny,
The querulous frogs shall mix their dirge with thine,
An herd of all thy minions are at hand,
And ever looks around her as she walks, With bibulous ear imperfect sounds to catch,
And prompt to listen at her neighbours latch.
Next Scandal's meagre shade,
A wither'd, time-deflow'red old maid,
Hypocrisy succeeds with saint-like look,
And elevates her hands and plods upon her book. Next comes illiberal scrambling Avarice,
Then Vanity and Affectation nice--See, she salutes her shadow with a bow
As in short Gallic trips she minces by, Starting antipathy is in her eye,
And squeamithly the knits her scornful brow.
With lowly reverence stoop---
Away---thou art infectious---hafte away.
Quinetiam Gallum noctem explaudentibus alfs
RISK chaunticleer his mattins had begun,
And broke the silence of the night, And thrice he call'd aloud the tardy sun,
And thrice he hail'd the dawn's ambiguous light; Back to their graves the fear-begotten phantoms run. Strong Labour got up with his pipe in his mouth,
And stoutly strode over the dale,
On his back hung his wallet and fail.
First of the village Colin was awake,
Now the rural graces three
In her cleanly home-spun vest.
The warning peal have giv’n;
Her morning hymn to heav'n.
All alive o'er the lawn,
The little lambkins play,
Come, my mates, let us work,
And all hands to the fork,
So fine is the Day,
And so fragrant the Hay,