"Within the king cup if thy limbs are spread,
"Or in the golden cowflip's velvet head,
"O fhew me, Flora, 'midst thofe fweets, the flow'r
"Where fleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant bow'r !
"BUT ah! I fear thy little fancy roves "On little females, and on little loves; "Thy pigmy children, and thy tiny spouse, "the baby play-things that adorn thy house, "Doors, windows, chimneys, and the fpacious rooms, Equal in fize to cells of honey-combs ;
"Haft thou for thefe now ventur'd from the fhore,
Thy bark a bean shell, and a straw thine oar?
"Or in thy box now bounding on the main,
". Shall I ne'er bear thy felf and house again?
"And fhall I fet thee on my hand no more,
"To fee thee leap the lines, and traverse o'er
"My spacious palm ? of stature scarce a span,
"Mimick the actions of a real man?
"No more behold thee turn my watch's key,
"As feamen at a capftern anchors weigh?
"How wert thou wont to walk with cautious tread,
"A dish of tea, like milk-pail, on thy head?
"How chafe the mite that bore thy cheefe away,
"And keep the rolling maggot at a bay ?"
SHE faid; but broken accents ftopt her voice,
Soft as the fpeaking-trumpet's mellow noife:
She fobb'd a ftorm, and wip'd her flowing eyes,
Which feem'd like two broad funs in mifty skies.
O fquander not thy grief! those tears command 75
To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland :
The plenteous pickle fhall preferve the fish,
And Europe taste thy forrows in a dish.
*MARY GULLIVER to Captain LɛMUEL GULLIVER.
The Captain, fome time after his return, being retired to Mr Sympfon's in the country, Mrs Gulliver, apprehending from pis late behaviour fome frangement of his affions, writes him the following expoftulating, footbing and tenderly complaining epifile.
WELCOME, thrice welcome, to thy native place!
What, touch me not? what, fhun a wife's embrace?
Have I for this thy tedious abfence borne,
And wak'd, and with'd whole nights for thy return?
In five long years I took no second spouse ;
What Redriff wife fo long hath kept her vows?
Your eyes, your nofe, inconftancy betray;
Your nofe you ftop, your eyes you turn away.
"Tis faid, that thou shouldft cleave unto thy wife:
Once theu didft cleave, and I could cleave for life. 1
Hear and relent hark how thy children moan!
Be kind at least to thefe; they are thy own:
Be bold, and count them all; fecure to find
The honeft number that you left behind.
See how they pat thee with their pretty paws :
Why start you? are they fnakes ? or have they claws?
Thy Chriftian feed, our mutual flesh and bone:
Be kind at leaft to thefe; they are thy own.
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.
• Names of the fea-Captains mentioned in Gulliver's travels.
Yet Pennel's wife is brown, compar'd to me,
And Mrs Biddel fure is fifty-three.
Nor touch me! never neighbour call'd me flut: 25 Was Flimnap's dame more fweet in Lilliput ?· I've no red hair to breath an odious fume; At least thy confort's cleaner than thy groom. Why then that dirty ftable-boy thy care? What mean thofe vifits to the jorrel mare? Say, by what witchcraft, or what dæmon led, Preferr't thou litter to the marriage bed!
SOME fay the devil himself is in that mare : If so, our Dean shall drive him forth by pray'r. Some think you mad, fome think you are poffeft, 35 That Bedlam and clean firaw will fuit you best.
Vain means. alas, this frenzy to appease!
That fro that free would heighten the disease.
My bed the icese of all our former joys,
Witness two lovely pels two lovely boys)
Alone! press; 1 trans I call my dear,
I Exeter my hand in Gulliver is there!
I was I rik and, hong with the froft,
Search al te none; my Gulliver is loft!
Forth in the freet I rath with frantic cries;
The windows open all the neighbours rife ;
Where feeps my Guliver? O tell me where !
The neighbours answer, With the Jorrel mare.
AT early morn I to the market hafte,
(Studious in ev'ry thing to please thy tafte):
A curious foul and paragrafs I chose,
(For I remember you were fond of those):
Three fillings cost the first, the last sev n groats :
Sullen you turn from both, and call for cats.
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.
"Tis not for that I grieve; no, 'tis to fee and forrel mare preferr❜d to me ! groom THESE for fome moments when you deign to quit, And (at due diftance) sweet difcourfe 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 breast,
And gaping infants fquawl to hear the reft.
How did I tremble, when by thousands bound
I faw thee ftretch'd on Lilliputian ground?
When fcaling 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 husband came!
And what extinguish'd theirs, increas'd my flame.
Thofe Spectacles ordain'd thine eyes to save,
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 fee thee all the
country round
For fixpence, I'd have giv'n a thousand pound.
Lord! when the giant-babe that head of thine
Got in his mouth, my heart was up in mine!
When in the marrow-bone 1 fee thee ramm'd,
Or on the house top by the monkey cramm'd,
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 heav'n, 'twas all a wanton maiden did!
Glumdalclitch too!-with thee I mourn her cafe:
Heav'n guard the gentle girl from all difgrace!
O may the King that one neglect forgive,
And pardon her the fault by which I live!
Was there no other way to fet 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 thy best lov'd name! 96 Whether the style of Grildrig please thee moft, So call'd on Brobdingnag's ftupendous coast, When on the monarch's ample hand you fate, And hollow'd in his ear intrigues of state; Or Quinbus Fleftrin more endearment brings, When like a mountain you look'd down on kings: If ducal Nardac, Lilliputian peer,
Or Glumglum's humbler title footh thine ear:
Nay, would kind Jove my organs fo difpofe,
To hymn harmonious Houyhnhnm thro' the nose,
I'd call thee Houyhnhnm, that high founding name;
Thy children's noses all should twang the fame.
So mi, ht I find my loving spouse of course
Endu'd with all the virtues of a borse.
*TO QUINBUS FLESTRIN, the MAN
Loft, I gaze;
Can our eyes
Reach thy fize
May my lays
Swell with praife,
Worthy thee!
Worthy me!
Mufe, inspire
All thy fire!
Bards of old
Of him told,
When they said,
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