And stoppen, and lough, and callen out- Te-he, cry'd ladies; clerke nought fpake; "Then trust on mon, whofe yerde can talke.” *The ALLE Y. An Imitation of SPENCER. N ev'ry town where Thamis rolls his tide, IN A narrow pass there is, with houfes low; Where ever and anon the stream is ey'd, And many a boat foft fliding to and fro. 15 20 25 ; There oft' are heard the notes of infant-woe, And on the broken pavement, here and there, And hens, and dogs, and hogs are feeding by And here a failor's jacket hangs to dry. `At' ev'ry door are fun-burnt matrons seen, Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry; Now finging shrill, and fcolding oft between ; Scolds anfwer foul-mouth'd scolds; bad neighbourhood, I ween. III. 20 The fnappifh cur (the paffengers annoy) Clofe at my heel with yelping treble flies; The whimp'ring girl, and hoarfer-fcreaming boy, Join to the yelping treble, fhrilling cries; The fcolding quean to louder notes doth rife, And her full pipes thofe fhrilling cries confound; To her full pipes the grunting hog replies; The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round, And curs, girls, boys, and fcolds, in the deep base are drown'd. IV. Hard by a fty, beneath a roof of thatch, 25. Baskets of fish at Billingsgate did watch, 30 Cod, whiting, oyfter, mackrel, fprat, or plaice': There learn'd the fpeech from tongues that never ceafe Slander befide her, like a magpie chatters, With Envy, (fpitting cat) dread foe to peace; Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry collier's hand, 40 Would greet the man who turn'd him to the wall, And by his hand obfcene the porter took, Nor ever did askance like modest virgin look. 45 VI. Such place hath Deptford, Navy-building town; All up the filver Tames, or all a-down; Ne Richmon's felf, from whofe tall front are ey'd Vales, fpires, meandring ftreams, and Windfor's tow'ry pride.. * The CA PON'S TALE. To a Lady who fathered her lampoons upon her acquaintance. N Yorkshire dwelt a fober yeoman, IN Whofe wife, a clean, pains-taking woman, Fed num'rous poultry in her pens, And faw her cocks well serve her hens. A hen fhe had, whofe tuneful clocks Drew after her a train of cocks; YET tender was this hen fo fair, And hatch'd more chicks than fhe could rear. 15 OUR prudent dame bethought her then 20 Thinks he's the hen, clocks, keeps a pother, 25 A foolish fofter-father-mother. SUCH, Lady Mary, are your tricks ; But fince you hatch, pray own your chicks; Nor, like your capons, ferve your cocks. 30 VERSES written in a Lady's ivory table book. Written in the year 1706. PERUSE my leaves thro' ev'ry part, And think thou seeft my owner's heart, Here you may read, Dear charming faint: Who that had wit would place it here, 20 25 Mrs HARRIS'S PETITION*. Written in the year 1701. To their Excellencies, The Lords Juftices of Ireland †, The bumble Petition of Frances Harris, Who must farve, and die a maid, if it miscarries, Humbly Sherweth, T HAT I went to warm myself in Lady Betty's And I had in a purfe feven pounds four fhillings and fixpence, befides farthings, in money and gold: * When the Earl of Berkely was one of the Lords Justices of Ireland, Swift's true poetical vein (Pindaric flights being entirely out of the road of his talents) began to difcover itself in fome occafional Earl of Berkely, and Earl of Galway. |