Put my Lord Bolingbroke in mind "To get my Warrant quickly fign'd: Confider, 'tis my firft Request. Be fatisfy'd, I'll do my best : Then prefently he falls to teize; "You may for certain, if you please; "I doubt not, if his Lordship knew 55 60 65 And--- “ Mr. Dean, one Word from You--'Tis (let me fee) three Years and more, (October next it will be four) Since HARLEY bid me firft attend, And chofe for me an humble Friend; Wou'd take me in his Coach to chat, And question me of this and that ; As, "What's a-Clock? And, "How's the Wind? "Whofe Chariot's that we left behind? Writ underneath the Country Signs ; My Lord and me as far as Stains, 60. Si vis; potes, addit & inftat. 70 75 63. Septimus o&avo proprior jam fugerit annus, Ex quo Mecenas me cœpit habere fuorvin In numero; duntaxat ad hoc, quem tollere rhcdà Fellet iter faciens, & cui concredere nu 80 As once a Week we travel down To Windfor, and again to Town; Where all that paffes inter nos, Might be proclaim'd at Charing Cross. Yet fome I know with Envy fwell, Because they see me us'd fo well : "How think you of our Friend the Dean? "I wonder what fome People mean! "My Lord and he are grown fo great; great; 85 "Always together, tête à tête ! "What, they admire him for his Jokes--"See but the Fortune of fome Folks! There flics about a ftrange Report Of fome Exprefs arriv'd at Court; I'm stopp'd by all the Fools I meet, And catechis'd in ev'ry Street. "You, Mr. Dean, frequent the Great; Inform us, will the Emp'ror treat? "Or, do the Prints and Papers lie? Faith, Sir, you know as much as I. "Ah Doctor, how you love to jeft? " 'Tis now no Secret. I protest "Tis one to me.- "Then tell us, pray, "When are the Troops to have their Pay? 81.. 444 Subje&tior, in dicm & horam, 95 } 100 89. Frigidus à Rofiris manat per compita ru nior; Quicunque obvius eft, me confulit. And, Happy Life of a Country Parfón. $3 And, tho' I folemnly declare, I know no more than my Lord Mayor, 105 Thus in a Sea of Folly tofs'd My choiceft Hours of Life are lost ; Yet always wishing to retreat : Oh, could I fee my Country Seat! There leaning near a gentle Brook, Sleep, or perufe fome ancient Book; And there in fweet Oblivion drown Those Cares, that haunt the Court and Town. * The Happy Life of a Country Parfon. In Imitation of Martial. ARSON, thefe Things in thy poffeffing A Wife that makes Conferves; a Steed That carries double, when there's Need: 101. Jurantem me jcire nihil, mirantur, ut unum Scilicet egregii mortalem, altique filenti. 108. O Rus, quando ego te afpiciam, quandoque licebit Nunc veterum libris, nunc fomno, & inertibus horis Ducere follicita jucunda oblivia vitæ ? F 2 October, October, Store, and best Virginia; A Chryfoftom to fmooth thy Band in: Toast Church and Queen, explain the News, Pray heartily for fome new Gift, And fhake his Head at Doctor St. *A Tale of Chaucer, lately found in an Old Manufcript. W 'OMEN, tho' nat fans Leacherie, Ne fwinken but with Secrecie : This in our Tale is plain y-fond Of Clerk, that wonneth in Irelond: Which Which to the Fennes hath him betake, "But ho! our Nephew (crieth one,) "Ho! quoth another Couzen John; And stoppen, and lough, and callen out,--This fely Clerk full low doth lout. They afken that, and talken this, "Lo here is Cox. and here is Mifs. But, as he glozeth with Speeches foote, The Ducke fore tickles his Erfe Roote: Fore-piece and Buttons all to brest, Forth thrust a white Neck and red Creft. Te-he cry'd Ladics, Clerke not fpake : Mifs ftar'd and gray Ducke crieth Quaake. "O Moder, Moder, (quoth the Daughter) "Be thilke fame Thing the Maids longen a'ter ? "Bette is to pyne on Coals and Chalke, "Than trust on Mon, whofe Yerde can talke. |