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* MARY GULLIVER to Captain LE

MUEL GULLIVER.

ARGUMENT.

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.

WELCOME,
Elcome, thrice welcome, to thy native place!

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.

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Yet Pennel's wife is brown, compar'd to me,
And Mrs Biddel fure is fifty-three.

Not touch me ! never neighbour calld me flut: 25
Was Flimnap's dame more sweet in Lilliput it.
I've no red hair to breath an odious fume ;
At least thy confort's cleaner than thy groom.
Why then that dirty stable boy thy care ?
What mean those visits to the lorrel mare ?

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 :
If so, our Dean shall drive him forth by pray'r.
Some think you mad, some think you are pofleft, 35
Tha: Bedlam and clean firaw will suit you beft.
Vain means. alas, this frenzy to appeale !
That , that case scald heighten the disease.

My bed te ise of all our former joys,
Taitei iw, Jovat's two lovely boys)
Lione! pres; 1 fran. I call my dear,
I betol s brand. I Guiver is there!
I want icit aus, hurong with the frost,
Seara a sie sout; ny Gulliver is loft!
Forth is wie irro Iruh with frantic cries ;

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The wiscons res all the neighbours rife ;
W'bere fas sy Calita? O teil me where !
The neighbours answer, With the lorrel mare.

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.

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"Tis not for that I grieve; no, 'tis to fee
The
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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.

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O teach me, dear, new words to speak my flame!
Teach me to woo thee by thy best lov’d name! 96
Whether the style of Grildrig please thee moft,
So call'd on Brobdingnag's ftupendous coast,
When on the monarch's ample hand you sate,
And hollow'd in his ear intrigues of state ; 100
Or Quinbus Flestrin 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, would kind Jove my organs fo dispose, 105
To hymn barmonious Houyhnhnm thro' the nose,
I'd call thee Houyhnhom, that high founding name ;
Thy children's noses all should twang the fame.
So mi ht I find my loving spouse of course
Endu'd with all the virtues of a borsea

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* To QUINBUS FLESTRIN, the MAN

MOUNTAIN.

A LILLIPUTIAN Obe.

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Loft, I gaze ;
Can our eyes
Reach thy fize:
May my lays
Swell with praise,
Worthy thee!
Worthy me!
Muse, inspire
All thy fire !
Bards of old
Of him told,
When they said,
Atlas head

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Propt the skies ;
See ! and belieye your eyes !

See him ftride
Valleys wide,
Over woods,
Over floods !
When he treads,
Mountains heads
Groan and shake;
Armies quake :
Let his spurn
Overturn
Man and steed;
Troops, take head!
Left and right,
Speed your flight!

Left an hoft
Beneath his foot be loft

Turn'd aside
From his hide
Safe from wound
Darts rebound.
From his nose
Clouds he blows :
When he speaks,
Thunder breaks !
When he eats,
Famine threats !
When he drinks,
Neptune Shrinks!
Nigh thy ear,
In mid air,
On thy hand
Let me stand;

So Thall I,
Lofty poet! touch the liyo

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