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Then, by a Soldierly Retreat,

Retir'd to your imperial Seat,

The Victor, when your Steps he trac❜d,
Found all the Realms before him waste;
You, o'er the high triumphal Arch
Pontifick, made your glorious March;
The wond'rous Arch behind you fell,
And left a Chafm profound as Hell;
You, in your Capitol fecur'd,
A Siege as long as Troy endur'd,

*The Lamentation of Glumdalclitch for the Lofs of Grildrig. A PA

STORAL.

SOON

OON as Glumdalclitcb mifs'd her pleafing Care, She wept, the blubber'd, and fhe tore her Hair. No Britif Mifs fincerer Grief has known, Her Squirrel miffing, or her Sparrow flown. She furl'd her Sampler, and hawl'd in her Thread, And stuck her Needle into Grildrig's Bed; Then spread her Hands, and with a Bounce let fall Her Baby, like the Giant in Guildhall.

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In Peals of Thunder now fhe roars, and now
She gently whimpers like a lowing Cow:
Yet lovely in her Sorrow ftill appears,

Her Locks difhevell'd, and her Flood of Tears

Seem

Seem like the lofty Barn of fome rich Swain, When from the Thatch drips faft a Show'r of Rain. In vain fhe fearch'd each Cranny of the House, Each gaping Chink impervious to a Mouse. "Was it for this (fhe cry'd) with daily Care "Within thy Reach I fet the Vinegar! "And fill'd the Cruet with the Acid Tide, "While Pepper-Water Worms thy Bait supply'd “Where twin'd the Silver Eel around thy Hook, "And all the little Monsters of the Brook. "Sure in that Lake he dropt; My Grilly's drown'd.-"She dragg'd the Cruet, but no Grildrig found. "VAIN is thy Courage, Grilly, vain thy Boast; "But little Creatures enterprise the most.

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Trembling, I've seen thee dare the Kitten's Paw, Nay, mix with Children, as they play'd at Taw, "Nor fear the Marbles, as they bounding flew ; "Marbles to them, but rolling Rocks to you.

"WHY did I trust thee with that giddy Youth "Who from a Page can ever learn the Truth? "Vers'd in Court Tricks, that Money-loving Boy "To fome Lord's Daughter fold the living Toy; "Or rent him Limb from Limb in cruel Play, "As Children tear the Wings of Flies away. "From Place to Place o'er Brobdingnag I'll roam, "And never will return, or bring thee home. "But who hath Eyes to trace the paffing Wind? How then, thy fairy Footsteps can I find?

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"Doft thou bewilder'd wander all alone,

"In the green Thicket of a moffy Stone; "Or tumbled from the Toadftool's flipp'ry Round, "Perhaps all maim'd, lie grov'ling on the Ground? "Doft thou, imbofom'd in the lovely Rose, "Or funk within the Peach's Down, repose? "Within the King-Cup if thy Limbs are spread, "Or in the golden Cowflip's Velvet Head: "Ofhew me, Flora, midft thofe Sweets, the Flow'r "Where fleeps my Grildrig in his fragrant Bow'r!

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"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, Chimnies, and the fpacious Rooms, Equal in Size to Cells of Honeycombs,

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"Haft thou for these now ventur'd from the Shore, "Thy Bark a Bean-fhell, and a Straw thy Oar? "Or in thy Box, now bounding on the Main, "Shall I ne'er bear thy felf and House again? "And fall I fet thee on my Hand no more, "To fee thee leap the Lines, and traverse o'er

My fpacious Palm? Of Stature fearce a Span, "Mimick the Actions of a real Man?

"No more behold thee turn my Watches Key, "As Seamen at a Capstern Anchors weigh?

How wert thou wont to walk with cautious Tread, "A Dith of Tea like Milk-Pail on thy Head?

"How

"How chase the Mite that bore thy Cheese away, "And keep the rolling Maggot at a Bay?

SHE faid, but broken Accents stopt her Voice,
Soft as the Speaking-Trumpet's mellow Noife:
She fobb'd a Storm, and wip'd her flowing Eyes,
Which feem'd like two broad Suns in mifty Skies!
O fquander not thy Grief; thofe Tears command
To weep upon our Cod in Newfoundland :
The plenteous Pickle fhall preserve the Fish,
And Europe tafte thy Sorrows in a Dish.

* MARY GULLIVER to Captain LEMUEL GULLIVER.

ARGUMENT.

The Captain, fome Time after bis Return, being retired to Mr. Sympfon's in the Country, Mrs. Gulliver, apprebending from his late Behaviour fome Eftrangement of bis Affections, writes him the following expoftulating, footbing, and tenderly-complaining Epistle.

WELCOME, thrice welcome, to thy native

WELC Place!

What, touch me not? what, fhun a Wife's
Embrace?

Have I for this thy tedious Abfence borne,

And wak'd, and wifh'd whole Nights for thy Return

In five long Years I took no fecond Spouse ;
What Redriff Wife so long hath kept her Vows !
Your Eyes, your Nofe, Inconftancy betray;
Your Nofe you ftop, your Eyes you turn away.
'Tis faid, that thou shouldst cleave unto thy Wife ;
Once thou didst cleave, and I could cleave for Life.
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 honest Number that you left behind.
See how they pat thee with their pretty Paws:
Why start you? are they Snakes? or have they Claws?
Thy Chriftian Seed, 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, abfent half his Life,
Comes back, and is the kinder to his Wife.
Yet Pennell's Wife is brown, compar'd to me,
And Mrs. Biddel fure is fifty-three.

Not touch me! never Neighbour call'd me Slut: Was Flimnap's Dame more sweet in Lilliput ? I've no red Hair to breathe an odious Fume; At least thy Confort's cleaner than thy Groom. Why then that dirty Stable-boy thy Care? What mean thofe Vifits to the Sorrel Mare?

Names of the Sea Captains mention'd in Gulliver's Travels.

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