Ver. The man is studious, well-inform'd, though young, No Harpy's smile has he, no flatt'rer's tongue; He cannot yet hold decency in sport. Split. Henceforth no sprightly Peer can drink and wench, No Justice fall asleep upon the bench,* Gar. As Brother Splitbrain argues-black is white And Truth's a lie, and wrong (in Law!) is right. May this bold-fronted libeller of Kings, * This occurred very recently in the Court of Common Pleas-"Good old Mansfield sometimes nods!" Who talks of worth, and such discarded things; Be taught to know the dignity of vice, ECLOGUE VIII. THE PARTING. Multi Committunt eadem diverso crimina fato; Ille crucem pretium sceleris tulit, hic diadema." JUV. CLOSE in those walls, which Frank's* mistaken zeal, The Sons of Bridewell lectures from his tub): Both young alike, and by the Muse inspir'd; * Sir Francis Burdett. + Huntingdon the Coal-heaver. And only waited for a prosp'rous gale, And thus the couple, full of am'rous pains, Ruth. Since cruel fate ordains that we should part, Oh! Thyrsis, hear the feelings of my heart— May I become as odious in thy sight* As painted Hags at Drawing-rooms by night— Such, and so monstrous, let thy Ruth appear, If e'er her conduct give thee cause for fear. Hence with thy doubts, for shame! for surely she Deserves reproach from none,—but least from thee. Thyrsis. Unhappy is the lesser villain's doom, Cut off in fortune's pride, in manhood's bloom! The crafty statesman, favour'd by his King, Obtains a ribbon-but deserves a string; And, thinking it the duty of his station To cheat the public, and to starve the nation, Leaves Bridewell, Bot'ny Bay, and Tyburn tree, To friendless unprotected rogues like me! * Immo ego Sardoïs videar tibi amarior herbis, Horridior rusco, projectâ vilior algâ; Si mihi non hæc lux toto jam longior anno est. Ruth. I busy was with reading Little's muse, When Cousin Bridget brought the dreadful news: "A pretty joke (she cry'd), your Sweetheart Thyrsis, Who left an honest trade to scribble verses," (And looking fiercely with her arms a-kimbo,) "Has (thank his roguery for it!) got in limbo." The words she utter'd fill'd me with despair, I beat my bosom, and I tore my hair, My face I scarify'd-behold the scars! And wept aloud, and curs'd my evil stars: My mother thought me in hysteric fits, The Doctor said that I had lost my wits; And cry'd (while to his mouth he did present his Long amber-headed cane) "Non compos mentis.” Thyr. But I must travel far, to climes unknown,* Beneath the scorching or the freezing Zone; Condemn'd, alas! by Law's unjust decree, My home, my friends, my love! no more to see:- Ruth. Now hear me,Thyrsis, hear the vow I make, To die a faithful virgin for thy sake. At nos hinc alii sitientes ibimus Afros: Pars Scythiam, et rapidum Cretæ veniemus Oaxem, &c. |