IV. Hard by a fty, beneath a roof of thatch, Dwelt Obloquy, who in her early days Baskets of fish at Billing fgate did watch, Cod, whiting, oyfter, mackrel, fprat, or plaice: There learn'd she speech from tongues that never cease. Slander befide her, like a magpye chatters, With Envy(fpitting cat) dread foe to peace; Like a curs'd cur, Malice before her clatters, And, vexing ev'ry wight, tears cloaths and and all to tatters. V. Her dugs were mark'd byev'rycollier's hand, Her mouth was black as bull-dogs at the ftall: She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace ne band; And bitch and rogue her anfwer was to all; Nay, e'en the parts of fhame by name wou'd call. Whene'er fhe paffed by a lane or nook, the man who turn'd him to Wou'd greet the wall, And by his hand obfcene the porter took, Norever didafkance like modeft virgin look. VOL. VI. F VI. Such VI. ' Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town; Woolwich and Wapping, fmelling ftrong of pitch: Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown; And Twick'nam fuch, which fairer scenes enrich, Grots, ftatues, urns, and Jo--n's dog and bitch: Ne village is without, on either fide, Vales fpires, meandring ftreams, and * THE CAPON'S TALE, To a Lady who father'd her Lampoons upon I' her N Yorkshire dwelt a fober yeoman, man, Fed num'rous poultry in her pens, A hen A hen she had, whofe tuneful clocks Drew after her a train of cocks; With eyes so piercing, yet so pleasant, You wou'd have fworn this hen a pheafant. All the plum'd beau-monde round her ga thers; Lord! what a bruftling up of feathers! Morning from noon there was no knowing, There was such flutt'ring, chuckling, crow ing: Each forward bird must thrust his head in, The feather'd dupe awakes content, O'erjoy'd to see what God had fent; Thinks he's the hen, clocks, keeps a pother, A foolish fofter-father-mother. Such, lady Mary, are your tricks; But fince you hatch, pray own your chicks; You fhou'd be better fkill'd in nocks, Nor like your capons ferve your cocks. F 2 VERSES Written in a Lady's Ivory Table-Book. PERUSE my leaves through ev'ry part, If VERSES ON A LADY'S TABLE-BOOK. 69 If he be wealthy and a fool, Is in all points the fittest tool; MRS. HARRIS's PETITION. Written in the Year 1701. To their Excellencies the Lords Juftices of Ireland'. The humble petition of Frances Harris, Humbly fheweth, That I went to warm myself in lady b Betty's chamber, because I was cold, And I had in a purse seven pounds, four fhillings, and fix pence, befides farthings, in money and gold: So, because I had been buying things for my lady laft night, I was refolv'd to tell my money, to see if it was right. 2 Earl of Berkeley, and earl of Galway. Lady Betty Berkeley. F 3 Now |