75 Such tattle often entertains "What, they admire him for his jokes 90 "You, mr. dean, frequent the great; "Inform us, will the emp'ror treat? "Or, do the prints and papers lye?" 95 Faith, fir, you know as much as I. "Ah! doctor, how you love to jeft! "'Tis now no fecret"---I protest 89. Frigidus à roftris manat per compita rumor; Quicunque obvius eft, me confulit. "Tis "Tis one to me. ---" Then tell us, pray, "When are the troops to have their pay?" And though I folemnly declare 100 I know no more than my lord-mayor, They stand amaz'd, and think me grown The closeft mortal ever known. Thus in a sea of folly tofs'd 105 My choiceft hours of life are loft; Those cares that haunt the court and town! 101. Jurantem me scire nibil, mirantur, ut unum Scilicet egregii mortalem altique filenti. 108. O rus, quando ego te afpiciam, quandoque licebit Nunc veterum libris, nunc fomno, et inertibus horis Ducere follicite jucunda oblivia vita? * THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON. In Imitation of MARTIAL. PARSON, the ARSON, these things in thy poffeffing Are better than the bishop's bleffing. A wife that makes conferves; a freed That carries double when there's need; October ftore, and best Virginia, Tythe-pig, and mortuary guinea; Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank'd, For which thy patron's weekly thank'd; A large concordance, bound long fince; Sermons to Charles the firft, when prince; A chronicle of ancient standing; A Chryfoftom to smooth thy band in; The Polyglott,---three parts,---my text,--Howbeit,---likewife --- now to my next, Lo here the Septuagint,---and Paul, To fum the whole, the clofe of all. He that has thefe, may pafs his life, Drink with the 'fquire, and kifs his wife; On Sundays preach, and eat his fill; And faft on Fridays ---if he will; Toaft Toaft church and queen, explain the news, * A TALE OF CHAUCER, Lately found in an Old Manuscript. WOMEN, though nat fans leacherie, Ne fwinken but with fecrecie: This in our tale is plain y-fond, But, But, as he gloz'd with speeches foote, The ducke fore tickleth his erse roote: Fore-piece and buttons all to-brest, Forth thrust a white neck and red creft. Te-he, cry'd ladies; clerke nought spake; Mifs ftar'd; and gray ducke crieth quaake. "O moder, moder, (quoth the daughter) "Be thilke fame thing maids longen a'ter? "Bette is to pyne on coals and chalke, "Then trust on mon, whose yerde can talke. * THE ALLEY. An Imitation of SPENCER. ·I. N ev'ry town where Thamis rolls his tide IN A narrow pass there is, with houses low; Where ever and anon the stream is ey'd, And many a boat foft fliding to and fro: There oft' are heard the notes of infant woe, The short thick fob, loud fcream, and shriller fquall: How can ye, mothers, vex your children fo? Some play, fome eat, fome cack against the wall, And, as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call. 2 II. And |