Others bring goods and treasures to their houses, Something to deck their pretty babes and My only token was a cup like horn, And (at due distance) sweet discourse admit, woe. At ev'ry danger pants thy confort's breast, I saw thee stretch'd on Lilliputian ground? King, queen, and nation ftaring with amaze, Full in my view how all my husband came! flame. Thofe fpectacles, ordain'd thine eyes to fave, Were once my prefent; love that armour gave. How did I mourn at Bolgolam's decree ! 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! you rid, Pray heav'n, t'was all a wanton maiden did! Glumdalclitch too!-with thee I mourn her cafe: Heav'n guard the gentle girl from all difgrace! 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 best-lov'd name! Whether the style of Grildrig please thee moft, So call'd on 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 Jove my organs fo dispose, To hymn harmonious Houyhnhnm through the nose, I'd call thee Houyhnhnm, that high founding name; Thy children's nofes all should twang the fame. So might I find my loving fpoufe of course Endu'd with all the virtues of a horse. QUINBUS FLESTRIN, THE MAN-MOUNTAIN. A LILLIPUTIAN ODE. N amaze I Loft, I gaze Can our eyes Propt the fkies: See him ftride Vallies wide, Over woods, Over floods! When he treads, Mountains heads Groan Groan and fhake: Overturn Man and fteed: Beneath his foot be loft. Turn'd afide From his hide When he eats, Famine threats! When he drinks, Let me ftand; Lofty poet ! touch the sky. #A |