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* MARY GULLIVER to Captain LE
The Captain, some time after his return, being retired to
Mr Sympson's in the country, Mrs Gulliver, apprebending from ois late behaviour fome Arangement of bis af tons, writes him the following expoflulating, foothing and tenderly complaining epifle.
What, touch me not? what, thun a wife's
embrace ? Have I for this thy tedious absence borne, And wak'd, and with d whole nights for thy returni In five long years I took no second spouse ; What Redriff wife so long hath kept her vows? Your eyes, your nole, inconitancy betray ; Your nose you stop, your eyes you turn away. T'is said, that thou shouldīt cleave unto thy wife: Once thuu didst cleave, and I could cleave for life. le Hear and relent' hark how thy children moan! Be kind at least to these ; they are thy own : Be bold, and count them all; secure to find The honeft number that you left behind. See how they pat thee with their pretty paws : 15 Why ftart you ? are they snakes ? or have they claws ? Thy Christian seed, our mutual fesh and bone : Be kind at least to these ; they are thy own.
BSU DEL *, like thee, might fartheit India rove; He chang'd his country, but retain'd his love. There's Captain PENNE1 * absent half his life, Comes back, and is the kinder to his wife. • Names of the fea-Captaias mentioned in Gulliver's travels.
Yet Pennel's wife is brown, compar'd to me,
Not touch me ! never neighbour calld me flut: 25
30 Say; by what witchcraft, or what dæmon led, Preferr'it thou liiter to the marriage bed!
Some say the devil himself is in that mare :
My bed te ise of all our former joys,
AT early mors I to the market hafte, (Stucions in ev'ry thing to please thy tafte): 50 A curious foul and haragrass I chose, (For I remember you were fond of those) : Three fillings coft the firft, the last fev n groats : Sulien you torn from both, and call for cats. 54
OTHERS bring goods and treasures to their houses, Something to deck their pretty babes and spouses : My onl; 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! 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.
O teach me, dear, new words to speak my flame!
* To QUINBUS FLESTRIN, the MAN
A LILLIPUTIAN Obe.
Loft, I gaze ;
Propt the skies ;
See him ftride
Left an hoft
So Thall I,