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Some fay the devil himself is in that mare: If fo, our dean fhall drive him forth by pray'r.

Some think you mad, fome think

poffeft,

you are

That Bedlam and clean ftraw will fuit you beft.

Vain means, alas, this frenzy to appease! That fraw, that fraw would heighten the disease.

My bed (the scene of all our former joys, Witness two lovely girls, two lovely boys) Alone I prefs; in dreams I call my dear, I ftretch my hand; no Gulliver is there! I wake, I rife, and fhiv'ring with the froft Search all the houfe; my Gulliver is loft! Forth in the street I rush with frantick cries; The windows open, all the neighbours rise; Where fleeps my Gulliver? O tell me where ! The neighbours anfwer, "With the forrel "mare."

At early morn I to the market hafte, (Studious in ev'ry thing to please thy taste;) A curious fowl and fparagrafs I chofe, (For I remember you were fond of those:) Three fhillings coft the first, the last sev’n groats:

Sullen

you turn from both, and call for cats.

Others

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 The groom and forrel mare preferr'd to me! Thefe, for fome, moments when you deign to quit,

And (at due distance) fweet discourse admit, 'Tis all my pleasure thy past toil to know; For pleas'd remembrance builds delight on

woe.

At ev'ry danger pants thy confort's breast, And gaping infants fquawl 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 ftaring with

amazę,

Full in my view how all my husband came! And what extinguifh'd theirs, increas'd my flame.

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Those

Thofe fpectacles, ordain'd thine eyes to fave, Were once my prefent; 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 fix pence, 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 I fee thee ramm'd,
Or on the houfe-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 tool---with thee I mourn her

cafe :

Heav'n guard the gentle girl from all dif-
grace!
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

O teach me, dear, new words to fpeak my flame!

Teach me to woo thee by thy beft-lov'd name !

Whether the style of Grildrig please thee

most,

So call'don Brobdingnag's ftupendous coaft,
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, wou'd kind fove my organs fo difpofe,
To hymn harmonious Houyhnhnm through
the nofe,

I'd call thee Houyhnhnm, that high founding name;

Thy children's nofes all fhould twang the fame.

So might I find my loving fpoufe of course Endu'd with all the virtues of a horse.

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QUINBUS FLESTRIN,

THE

MAN-MOUNTAIN.

A LILLIPUTIAN ODE.

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N amaze

Loft, I gaze:

Can our eyes
Reach thy fize?
May my lays
Swell with praife,
Worthy thee !
Worthy me!
Mufe, infpire
All thy fire!
Bards of old

Of him told,
When they faid,
Atlas' head

Propt the fkies:

See! and believe your eyes
See him ftride

Vallies wide,

Over woods,

Over floods!

When he treads,

Mountains heads

Groan

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