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* MARY GULLIVER to Captain Li
The Captain, some time after his return, being retired to
Mr Sympson's in the country, Mrs Gulliver, apprebending from pis lute behaviour fome Arangement of his aft thons, writes him the following expoflulating, foothing and tenderly complaining epifile.
7Eccome, thrice welcome, to thy native place!
What, touch me not ? what, shun a wife's
BSU DEL *, like thee, might farthest India rove;
20 There's Captain Pennel * absent half his life, Comes back, and is the kinder to his wife.
Names of the fea-Captajus mentioned in Gulliver's trareis.
Yet Peppel's wife is browa, compar’d to me,
Not touch me ! never neighbour calld me fict: 25
Some say the devil himself is in that nere: If so, our Deen shall drive him forth by pray’r. Some think you mad, fome think you are poteft, 35 That Bedlam and clean firaw will suit you beft. Vain means, alas, this frenzy to appeale ! That firaw, that frau 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 ftretch my hand, no Gulliver is there! I wake, I rise, and, shiv'ring with the frost, Search all the house; my Gulliver is loft! Forth in the street I rush with frantic cries ; 45
The windows open, all the neighbours rife; Where sleeps my Gulliver ? O teil me where! The neighbours answer, With the forrel mare.
At early morn I to the market haste, (Studious in ev'ry thing to please thy tafte): A curious fowl and paragrass I chose, (For I remember you were fond of those): Three shillings cost the first, the last sev n groats : Sullen you turn from both, and call for oats, 54
OTHERS bring goods and treasures to their houses, Something to deck their pretty babes and spouses : My only token was a cup like horn, That's made of nothing but a lady's corn.
* MARY GULLIVI
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The Captain, fome time after
Mr Sympson's in the country ing from nis lute behaviour afections, writes him the foothing and tenderly compla
TELCOME, thrice welcon
What, touch me
; The honest number that you
lei See how they pat thee with the Why start you ? are they snakes Thy Christian feed, mutual : Be kind at least to these ; they ar
BIDDEL *, like thee, might far He chang'd his country, but retai There's Captain PENNEL * abfent Comes back, and is the kinder to • Names of the fea-Captains menti
"Tis not for that I grieve; no, 'tis to fee
and forrel mare preferr'd to me! These for fome moments when you deign to quit, And (at due distance) sweet discourse admit,
Tis all my pleasure thy past toil to know; For pleas’d remembrance builds delight in woe. At ev'ry danger pants thy confort's breaft, And gaping infants Squawl to hear the rest. How did I tremble, when by thousands bound I saw thee stretch'd on Lilliputian ground? When scaling armies climb d up ev'ry part, Each step they trod I felt upon my heart. But when thy torrent quench d the dreadful blaze, King, Queen, and nation staring with amaze, Full in my view how all my hulband came! And what extinguish'd theirs, increas'd my frame. Those spectac'es ordain d'thine eyes to fave, 75 Were once my present ; love that armour gave. How did i mourn at Bolgolam's decree ! For when he fign'd thy death, he sentenc'd me.
When folks might see thee all the country round For sixpence, I'd have giv’n a thousand pound. 80 Lord! when the giant-babe that head of thine Got in his mouth, my heart was up in mine! When in the marrow.bone I see thee ramm’d, Or on the house top by the monkey crammid, The piteous images renew my pain,
851 And all thy dangers I weep o'er again. But on the maiden's nipple when you rid, Pray heav'n, 'twas all a wanton maiden did ! Glomdalclitch too with thee I mourn her case : Heav'n 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.