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The captain, some time after his return, Mr. Sympson's in the country, Mrs. ( hending from his late behaviour, some est. affections, writes him the following expost and tenderly complaining epistle.

WELCOME, thrice welcome to thy n —What, touch me not? what, shun a w Have I for this thy tedious absence bor And wak'd, and wish'd whole nights fo In five long years I took no second spo What Redriff wife so long hath kept he Your eyes, your nose, inconstancy betr Your nose you stop, your eyes you turn 'Tis said, that thou should'st “cleave t Once thou didst cleave, and I could cle Hear, and relent hark, how thy child Be kind at least to these : they are thy Be bold, and count them all; secure to The honest number that you left behin See how they pat thee with their pretty why start you ? are they snakes or ho Thy christian seed, our mutual flesh a Be kind at least to these ; they are thy Biddel”, like thee, might farthest India rove; He chang'd his country, but retain'd his love. There's captain Pennel”, absent half his life, Comes back, and is the kinder to his wife. Yet Pennel's wife is brown, compar'd to me: And Mrs. Biddel sure is fifty-three. Not touch me! never neighbour call'd me slut: Was Flimnap's dame more sweet in lilliput? I've no red hair to breathe an odious fume; At least thy consort's cleaner than thy groom. Why then that dirty stableboy thy care : What mean those visits to the sorrel mare 2 Say, by what witchcraft, or what demon led, Preferr'st thou litter to the marriage bed; Some say, the devil himself is in that mare: If so, our dean shall drive him forth by pray’r. Some think you mad, some think you are possest, That Bedlam and clean straw will suit you best. Vain means, alas, this frenzy to appease ! That straw, that straw, would heighten the disease. My bed (the scene of all our former joys, Witness two lovely girls, two lovely boys) Alone I press: in dreams I call my dear, I stretch my hand; no Gulliver is there ! I wake, I rise, and shiv'ring with the frost Sarch all the house ; my Gulliver is lost! Forth in the street I rush with frantick cries; The windows open, all the neighbours rise; “Where sleeps my Gulliver ? O tell me where!” The neighbours answer, “With the sorrel mare.” At early morn I to the market haste (Studious in ev'ry thing to please thy taste)

* Names of the sea captains mentioned in Gulliver's Travels. A curious

A curious fowl and 'sparagus I chose
(For I remember you were fond of those)
Three shillings cost the first, the last seve
Sullen you turn from both, and call for oa
Others bring goods and treasure to their h
Something to deck their pretty babes and
My only token was a cup like horn,
That's made of nothing but a lady's corn.
'Tis not for that I grieve ; no, 'tis to see
The groom and sorrel mare preferr'd to m
These, for some moments when you de
And, at due distance sweet discourse admi
'Tis all my pleasure thy past toil to know;
For pleas'd remembrance builds delight on
At ev'ry danger pants thy consort's breast,
And gaping infants squall to hear the rest.
How did I tremble, when by thousands bo
I saw thee stretch'd on Lilliputian ground !
When scaling armies climb'd up every par
Each step they trod I felt upon my heart.
But when thy torrent quench'd the dreadfu
King, queen, and nation staring with amaz
Full in my view how all my husband came
And what extinguish'd theirs, increas'd my
Those spectacles, ordain'd thine eyes to sa
Were once my present; love that armour
How did I mourn at Bolgolam’s decree
For, when he sign'd thy death, he sentenc'
When folks might see thee all the count
For sixpence, I'd have given a thousand po
Lord! when the giant babe that head of ti
Got in his mouth, my heart was up in min
When in the marrowbone I see thee ramm
Or on the house-top by the monkey cram:
The piteous images renew my pain,
And all thy dangers I weep o'er again.
But on the maiden's nipple when you rid,
Pray heaven, 'twas all a wanton maiden did!
Glumdalclitch too !—with thee I mourn her case:
Heaven guard the gentle girl from all disgrace!
O may the king that one neglect forgive,
And pardon her the fault by which I live!
Was there no other way to set him free ?
My life, alas! I fear prov’d death to thee.
O teach me, dear, new words to speak my flame!
Teach me to woo thee by the best lov'd name!
Whether the style of Grildríg please thee most,
So call'd on Brobdingnag's stupendous coast,
When on the monarch's ample hand you sate,
And halloo'd in his ear intrigues of state;
Or Quinbus Flestrin more endearment brings,
When like a mountain you look'd down on kings:
lf ducal Nardac, Lilliputian peer,
Or Glumglum’s humbler title sooth thine ear:
Nay, would kind Jove my organs so dispose,
To hymn harmonious Houyhnhnm thro' the nose,
I'd call thee Houyhnhnm, that high-sounding mame;
Thy children's noses all should twang the same.
So might I find my loving spouse of course
Endued with all the virtues of a horse.






IN amaze
Lost I gazel
Can our eyes
Reach thy size 2
May my lays
Swell with praise,
Worthy thee!
Worthy me !
Muse, inspire
All thy fire I
Bards of old
Of him told,
When they said
Atlas’ head
Propp'd the skies:
See and believe your eyes
See him stride
Vallies wide,
Over woods,
Over floods !
When he treads,
Mountains heads

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