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Not soon deceiv'd; aware, that what is base
more, Whom flowers alone I knew would little please, Let fall th' unfinish'd wreath, and rov'd for fruit; Roy'd far, and gather'd much ; some harsh, 'tis
true, Pick'd from the thorns and briars of reproof, But wholesome, well digested; grateful somne To palates that can taste immortal truth; Insipid else, and sure to be despised. But all is in His hand whose praise I seek.
In vain the poet sings, and the World learn
'THE DIVERTING HISTORY
Showing how he went further than he intended
and came safe home again.
Joan GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
Though wedded we have been
No holy-day have seen.
And we will then repair
My sister, and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three,
On horseback after we.
He soon replied, I do admire
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linen-draper bold,
As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender
Will lend his horse to go.
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, that's well said,
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear.
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O’erjoy'd was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
But yet was not allow'd
Should say that she was proud.
Where they did all get in
Six precious sours, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went :he wheels,
Were never folk so glad ;
As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's side
Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;
For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time
Although it griev'd him sore,
Would trouble him much more.
Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind,
“The wine is left behind!"
Good lack! quoth he-yet bring it me
My leathern belt likewise,
When I do exercise