My Bull-y cares for none of those "That are afraid to spoil their cloaths: Did he but love nae, he'd not fail To take me with my draggle-tail." Then tears would fall, and then she'd ran, As would the Devil upon Dun. When the fome handfome Cow did fpy, She'd fcan her form with jealous eye; Say, "How the frifks it o'er the plain, Rans on, and then turns back again! She feems a Bear refolv'd to prance, Or a She-afs that tries to dance. In vain fhe thinks herfelf fo fine: "She can't pleafe Bull-y, for he's mine. But 'tis revenge alone affuages My envy when the paflion rages. Here, Rafcal, quickly yoke that Cow, "And fee the fhrivel'd carrion plough. "Bet fecoud counfel's beft: the dies: "I'll make immediate facrifice,

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By marrying in the drunken fit.
To lay the matter plain before ye,
Pray hearken whilst I tell my fiery.
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Gnoflis a girl had loft her way,

And wander'd up and down the Strand, Whereabouts now York Buildings ftand:

"Who interpofe 'twixt me and what I love. 370

to in Egypt's worship'd now,

Since Jove transform'd her to a Cow.

"Twas on a Buil Europa came

To that bleft land which bears her name.
Who knows what Fate's ordain'd for me
The languishing Pafiphat,

Had I a Bull as kind as fhe !"
When madness rages with unufual fire,
"Tis not in Nature's power to quench defire;
Then Vice transforms man's reafon into beaft, 380
And fo the moniter's made the Poet's jeft.

PART IV.

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LET Youth avoid the noxious heat of Wine: Bacchus to Cupid bears an ill defign. The grape, when fcatter'd on the wings of Love, So clogs the down, the feathers cannot move. 385 The boy, who otherwife would fleeting stray, Reels, tamblcs, lies, and is enforc'd to ftay. Then courage rifes, when the fpirit 's fir'd, And rages to poffefs the thing defir'd: Care vanishes through the exalted blood, And forrow palles in the purple flood; Laughter proceeds; nor can he want a foul, Whofe thoughts in fancied heaps of plenty roll. Uncommon freedom lets the lips impart Plain fimple truth from a diffembling heart. 395 Then to fome wanton paffion he muft run, Which his difcreeter hours would gladly fhun; Where he the time in thoughtlefs eafe may pafs, And write his billet-doux upon the glafs; Whilft finking eyes with languifhment profefs 400 Follies his tongue refufes to confefs. Then his good nature will take t'other fup, If the'll firft kifs, that he may kifs the cup. Then fomething nice and coftly he could eat, Suppofing ftill that fhe will carve the meat. Bat, if a Brother or a Hufband 's by, Whom the ill-natur'd world may call a fpy, He thinks it not below him to pretend The open-heartedness of a true friend;

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As if the really had been mad; Unlac'd her boddice, and her gown And petticoats hung dangling down: Her fhoes were flipt, her ancles bare, And all around her flew her yellow hair. Oh, cruel Thefeus! can you go, And leave your little Gnofhis fo? You in your full' did promife carriage, And gave me proofs of future marriage; But then last night away did creep, And bafely left me faft asleep. Then he is falling in a fit: But don't grow uglier one bit. The flood of tears rather fupplies The native rheum about her eyes, The bubbies then are beat again: Women in paffion feel no pain. What will become of me? oh, what Will come of me? ch, tell me that! Bacco was Drawer at the Sun, And had his belly like his tun: For blubber-lips and cheeks all bloated, And frizzied pate, the youth was noted. He, as his cuftom was, got drunk, And then went frolling for a punk. Six links and lanterns, 'caufe 'twas dark yet, He prefs' from Covent-Garden Market. Then his next captives were the Waits, Who play'd left he thould break their pates. But, as long in flate he paffes, He met a fellow driving affes: For there are feveral folks, whose trade is To milk them for confumptive ladies. Nothing would forve but get aftride, And the ald Bell-man too muit ride. What with their heating outing yell, The fcene had fomething in 't of hell. And who should all this rabble meet, But Gnofly drabbling in the ftreet? The fright destroy'd her fpeech and colour, 170 And all remembrance of her fculier.

Her conduct thrice bade her be flying:

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With a fubmiflion that is lefs than man,
Might gain their end; but funk in the attempt,
And found, that which they merited, contempt.
Gain but admittance, half your story 's told:
There's nothing then remains but to be bold.
Venus and Fortune will affift your claim;
And Cupid dart the breaft at which you aim.
No need of ftudied fpeech, or fkilful rules:
Love has an eloquence beyond the schools;
Where fofteft words and accents will be found
All flowing in, to form the charming found. 595
Of her you love bright images you 'll raife :
When juft, they are not flattery, but praise.
What can be faid too much of what is good,
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Who female truth by falfchood would invade:
That can betray a friend or kinsman's names,
And by that covert hide unlawful flames :
Whose eager paffion finds its fure relicf,
When terminating in another's grief!
Careless hereafter what they promise now,
To the Æolian winds commit their vow;
Then cite th' example of the faithlefs Jove,
Who laughs, they fay, at perjury in Love.
They think they have a thousand ways to please,
Ten thousand more to rob the mind of eafe. 626
For, as the earth in various birth abounds,
Their humour dances in fantastic rounds;
Like Proteus, can be Lion, River, Bear,

A Tree, or any thing that 's fram'd of air. 630
Thus they lay fnares, thus they fet off their bait
With all the fine allurements of deceit.
But they, who through this course of mischief run,
Will find that fraud is various, Virtue ONE.
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First fol'n by one fhe would not fay with,

Then married to be run away with.

Her Paris carried to his mother;

And thence in Greece arofe that pother,

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And Chaucer, make us fuch a cant.

It was a juft and noble caufe, The breach of hofpitable laws: Though done to one, yet common grief Made all unite to feek relief.

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But, when they fought the country round, There's no Achilles could be found. His mother was afraid t' have loft him. And therefore thus fhe did accoft him. "My pretty dear, let me perfuade ye "This once for to become a lady. "This petticoat and mantua take, "And wear this nightrail for my fake. "I've made your knots all of the smallest, "Because you're something of the tallest. 670 "I'd have you never go unlac'd,

"For fear of spoiling of your waist. "Now languish on me-scorn me now"Smile-frown--run-laugh-l fee 'twill

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Him thus inftructed foon the fends
To Lycomede, and there pretends
It was a daughter of a Friend's,
Who, grown full large by country feeding, 630
Was fent to her, to mend her breeding.
Herfelf had now no child, nor no man
To truft but him, poor lonely woman!
That might reward him well hereafter,
If he would use her as his daughter.
In choice of names, as Iris, Chloe,
Pfyche and Phillis, fhe took Zoe.
Th' old man receiv'd her, and exprest
Much kindness for his topping guest :
Shew'd her his girls; faid, "Whilft she'd
stay,

"His Zoe fhould be us'd as they."
At first there much referv'dness past:
But, when acquaintance grew at last,
They'd jeft, and every one would fhew
Her works, which fhe could never do.
One faid, her fingers were most fitting
For the most fiddling work of knitting.
Then one her wedding-bed would make,
And all must help her for love's fake.
Zoe, undrest in night-gown tawdry,
With clumfy fift muft work embroidery;
Whilft others try her greafy clunches
With ftoning currants in whole bunches.
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To welcome Peace with her Auguftus home;
Can more delight a brave and generous mind,
Than it muft you to fee a Beauty kind:
The bays to me with gratitude you 'll give,
Like Hefiod and like Homer make me live.
Thus Pelops on triumphant chariot brought
Hippodamy, with his life's danger bought.
Thus profperous Jafon, rich with golden fleece,
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But ftay, fond Youth; the danger is not paft:
You 're not arriv'd in port, nor anchor caft: 736
From you my heart may still more bays deserve,
If what by me you gain'd, by me you fhall preferve.
Nor than the conqueft is the glory lefs,
To fix the throne on that which you poffefs.
Now, Erato, divineft, fofteft Mufe,
Whose name and office both do Love infufe,
Aflift my great defign: If Venus' Son,
That vagabond, would from his mother run,
And then, with foaring wings and body light, 745
Through the "aft world's extent would take his
flight;

By artful bonds let me fecure his ftay.
And make his univerfal power obey.

Whilft my art would thus improve,
And fondly thought to fhackle Love,
Two neighbours that were ftanding by,
Tormented both with jealoufy,
Told me it was in vain to try.

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"Perhaps you've heard of Dædalus, "When Minos would have made him ftay, "How through the clouds he found his way. "He was a workman wife and good, "Building was what he understood. "Like to the houfe where we act Plays, 760 "He made a turning winding maze, "Fitting to harbour acts of fin, "And put a Whore and Bastard in.

"I've done your work; and now my trust is,

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"A new-invented rule for Nature's laws. "Thus he began: Full many a feather "With twine of thread he flitch'd together: "(Abundance more than are enough "To make your wife and mine a muff.) "Thus he frames wings, and nothing lacks "To fix the whole, but melted wax : "That was the work of the young boy, "Pleas'd at the fancy of the toy; "Not guefling, ere he was much older, "He fhould have one upon each fhoulder. "To whom his Father: Here's the Ship "By which we must from Minos flip. "Child, follow me, juft as I fly on, "And keep your eye fix'd on Orion : "I'll be your guide; and never fear, "Conducted by a Father's care. "The Virgin and Bootes fhun. "Take heed left you approach the Sun; "His flaming influence will be felt, "And the diffufive wax will melt. "The fea by rising fogs discover; "O'er that, be fure, you never hover: "It would be difficult to drag "Your wetted pinions, fhould they flag, "Between them both the fky is fair, "No winds or hurricanes are there, "But you may fan the fleeting air.

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"Thus fpeaking, he with whipcord-strings "Faftens, and then extends, the wings: 811 "And, when the youth 's completely dreft,

"Juft as the Eagle from her neft

By gentle flights her Eaglet tries

"To dare the fun, and mount the skies; 815

"The Father fo his Boy prepares,

"Not without kifs and falling tears.

"In a large plain, a rifing height

"Gives fome affiftance to their flight.

"With a quick fpring and fluttering noife, 820 "They in the fky their bodies poife.

"Back on his Son the Father looks,