Chapter 20

12 For men like him they were of like consort, Thilk much the honest muse must needs condemn, Who made of women's wiles their wanton sport, And blessed their stars that kept the curse from them! No honest love they knew, no melting smile That shoots the transports to the throbbing heart! Thilk knew they not but in a harlot's guile Lascivious smiling through the mask of art: And so of women deemed they as they knew, And from a Demon's traits an Angel's picture drew.

13 But most abhorred they hymeneal rites, And boasted oft the freedom of their fate: Nor 'vailed, as they opined, its best delights Those ills to balance that on wedlock wait; And often would they tell of henpecked fool Snubbed by the hard behest of sour-eyed dame. And vowed no tongue-armed woman's freakish rule Their mirth should quail, or damp their generous flame: Then pledged their hands, and tossed their bumpers o'er, And Io! Bacchus! sung, and owned no other power.

14 If e'er a doubt of softer kind arose Within some breast of less obdurate frame, Lo! where its hideous form a phantom shows Full in his view, and Cuckold is its name. Him Scorn attended with a glance askew, And Scorpion Shame for delicts not his own, Her painted bubbles while Suspicion blew, And vexed the region round the Cupid's throne: 'Far be from us,' they cried, 'the treacherous bane, Far be the dimply guile, and far the flowery chain!'

CARELESS CONTENT.

1 I am content, I do not care, Wag as it will the world for me; When fuss and fret was all my fare, It got no ground as I could see: So when away my caring went, I counted cost, and was content.

2 With more of thanks and less of thought, I strive to make my matters meet; To seek what ancient sages sought, Physic and food in sour and sweet: To take what passes in good part, And keep the hiccups from the heart.

3 With good and gentle-humoured hearts, I choose to chat where'er I come, Whate'er the subject be that starts; But if I get among the glum, I hold my tongue to tell the truth, And keep my breath to cool my broth.

4 For chance or change of peace or pain, For Fortune's favour or her frown, For lack or glut, for loss or gain, I never dodge, nor up nor down: But swing what way the ship shall swim, Or tack about with equal trim.

5 I suit not where I shall not speed, Nor trace the turn of every tide; If simple sense will not succeed, I make no bustling, but abide: For shining wealth, or scaring woe, I force no friend, I fear no foe.

6 Of ups and downs, of ins and outs, Of they're i' the wrong, and we're i' the right, I shun the rancours and the routs; And wishing well to every wight, Whatever turn the matter takes, I deem it all but ducks and drakes.

7 With whom I feast I do not fawn, Nor if the folks should flout me, faint; If wonted welcome be withdrawn, I cook no kind of a complaint: With none disposed to disagree, But like them best who best like me.

8 Not that I rate myself the rule How all my betters should behave But fame shall find me no man's fool, Nor to a set of men a slave: I love a friendship free and frank, And hate to hang upon a hank.

9 Fond of a true and trusty tie, I never loose where'er I link; Though if a business budges by, I talk thereon just as I think; My word, my work, my heart, my hand, Still on a side together stand.

10 If names or notions make a noise, Whatever hap the question hath, The point impartially I poise, And read or write, but without wrath; For should I burn, or break my brains, Pray, who will pay me for my pains?

11 I love my neighbour as myself, Myself like him too, by his leave; Nor to his pleasure, power, or pelf, Came I to crouch, as I conceive: Dame Nature doubtless has designed A man the monarch of his mind.

12 Now taste and try this temper, sirs, Mood it and brood it in your breast; Or if ye ween, for worldly stirs, That man does right to mar his rest, Let me be deft, and debonair, I am content, I do not care.

A PASTORAL.

1 My time, O ye Muses, was happily spent, When Phoebe went with me wherever I went; Ten thousand sweet pleasures I felt in my breast: Sure never fond shepherd like Colin was blest! But now she is gone, and has left me behind, What a marvellous change on a sudden I find! When things were as fine as could possibly be, I thought 'twas the Spring; but alas! it was she.

2 With such a companion to tend a few sheep, To rise up and play, or to lie down and sleep: I was so good-humoured, so cheerful and gay, My heart was as light as a feather all day; But now I so cross and so peevish am grown, So strangely uneasy, as never was known. My fair one is gone, and my joys are all drowned, And my heart--I am sure it weighs more than a pound.

3 The fountain that wont to run sweetly along, And dance to soft murmurs the pebbles among; Thou know'st, little Cupid, if Phoebe was there, 'Twas pleasure to look at, 'twas music to hear: But now she is absent, I walk by its side, And still, as it murmurs, do nothing but chide; Must you be so cheerful, while I go in pain? Peace there with your bubbling, and hear me complain.

4 My lambkins around me would oftentimes play, And Phoebe and I were as joyful as they; How pleasant their sporting, how happy their time, When Spring, Love, and Beauty, were all in their prime! But now, in their frolics when by me they pass, I fling at their fleeces a handful of grass: Be still, then, I cry, for it makes me quite mad, To see you so merry while I am so sad.

5 My dog I was ever well pleased to see Come wagging his tail to my fair one and me; And Phoebe was pleased too, and to my dog said, 'Come hither, poor fellow;' and patted his head. But now, when he's fawning, I with a sour look Cry 'Sirrah;' and give him a blow with my crook: And I'll give him another; for why should not Tray Be as dull as his master, when Phoebe's away?

6 When walking with Phoebe, what sights have I seen, How fair was the flower, how fresh was the green! What a lovely appearance the trees and the shade, The corn-fields and hedges, and everything made! But now she has left me, though all are still there, They none of them now so delightful appear: 'Twas nought but the magic, I find, of her eyes, Made so many beautiful prospects arise.

7 Sweet music went with us both all the wood through, The lark, linnet, throstle, and nightingale too; Winds over us whispered, flocks by us did bleat, And chirp went the grasshopper under our feet. But now she is absent, though still they sing on, The woods are but lonely, the melody's gone: Her voice in the concert, as now I have found, Gave everything else its agreeable sound.

8 Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue? And where is the violet's beautiful blue? Does ought of its sweetness the blossom beguile? That meadow, those daisies, why do they not smile? Ah! rivals, I see what it was that you dressed, And made yourselves fine for--a place in her breast: You put on your colours to pleasure her eye, To be plucked by her hand, on her bosom to die.

9 How slowly Time creeps till my Phoebe return! While amidst the soft zephyr's cool breezes I burn: Methinks, if I knew whereabouts he would tread, I could breathe on his wings, and 'twould melt down the lead. Fly swifter, ye minutes, bring hither my dear, And rest so much longer for't when she is here. Ah, Colin! old Time is full of delay, Nor will budge one foot faster for all thou canst say.

10 Will no pitying power, that hears me complain, Or cure my disquiet, or soften my pain? To be cured, thou must, Colin, thy passion remove; But what swain is so silly to live without love! No, deity, bid the dear nymph to return, For ne'er was poor shepherd so sadly forlorn. Ah! what shall I do? I shall die with despair; Take heed, all ye swains, how ye part with your fair.

ODE TO A TOBACCO-PIPE.

Little tube of mighty power, Charmer of an idle hour, Object of my warm desire, Lip of wax and eye of fire; And thy snowy taper waist, With my finger gently braced; And thy pretty swelling crest, With my little stopper pressed; And the sweetest bliss of blisses, Breathing from thy balmy kisses. Happy thrice, and thrice again, Happiest he of happy men; Who when again the night returns, When again the taper burns, When again the cricket's gay, (Little cricket full of play,) Can afford his tube to feed With the fragrant Indian weed: Pleasure for a nose divine, Incense of the god of wine. Happy thrice, and thrice again, Happiest he of happy men.

AWAY! LET NOUGHT TO LOVE DISPLEASING.

1 Away! let nought to love displeasing, My Winifreda, move your care; Let nought delay the heavenly blessing, Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy fear.

2 What though no grants of royal donors, With pompous titles grace our blood; We'll shine in more substantial honours, And, to be noble, we'll be good.

3 Our name while virtue thus we tender, Will sweetly sound where'er 'tis spoke; And all the great ones, they shall wonder How they respect such little folk.

4 What though, from fortune's lavish bounty, No mighty treasures we possess; We'll find, within our pittance, plenty, And be content without excess.

5 Still shall each kind returning season Sufficient for our wishes give; For we will live a life of reason, And that's the only life to live.

6 Through youth and age, in love excelling, We'll hand in hand together tread; Sweet-smiling peace shall crown our dwelling, And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed.

7 How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung! To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue!

8 And when with envy Time transported, Shall think to rob us of our joys; You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.

RICHARD BENTLEY'S SOLE POETICAL COMPOSITION.

1 Who strives to mount Parnassus' hill, And thence poetic laurels bring, Must first acquire due force and skill, Must fly with swan's or eagle's wing.

2 Who Nature's treasures would explore, Her mysteries and arcana know, Must high as lofty Newton soar, Must stoop as delving Woodward low.

3 Who studies ancient laws and rites, Tongues, arts, and arms, and history; Must drudge, like Selden, days and nights, And in the endless labour die.

4 Who travels in religious jars, (Truth mixed with error, shades with rays,) Like Whiston, wanting pyx or stars, In ocean wide or sinks or strays.

5 But grant our hero's hope, long toil And comprehensive genius crown, All sciences, all arts his spoil, Yet what reward, or what renown?

6 Envy, innate in vulgar souls, Envy steps in and stops his rise; Envy with poisoned tarnish fouls His lustre, and his worth decries.

7 He lives inglorious or in want, To college and old books confined: Instead of learned, he's called pedant; Dunces advanced, he's left behind: Yet left content, a genuine Stoic he, Great without patron, rich without South Sea.

LINES ADDRESSED TO POPE.[1]

1 While malice, Pope, denies thy page Its own celestial fire; While critics and while bards in rage Admiring, won't admire:

2 While wayward pens thy worth assail, And envious tongues decry; These times, though many a friend bewail, These times bewail not I.

3 But when the world's loud praise is thine, And spleen no more shall blame; When with thy Homer thou shalt shine In one unclouded fame:

4 When none shall rail, and every lay Devote a wreath to thee; That day (for come it will) that day Shall I lament to see.

[1] Written by one Lewis, a schoolmaster, and highly commended by Johnson.--_See_ Boswell.

THE END.

INDEX

VOL. A Ballad upon a Wedding, SUCKLING, i. Abel's Blood, VAUGHAN, ii. A Character, Panegyric, and Description of the Legion Club, SWIFT, iii. A Cradle Hymn, WATTS, iii. Address to the Nightingale, BARNFIELD, i. A Description of Castara, HABINGTON, ii. A Distempered Fancy, MORE, ii. Admiral Hosier's Ghost, GLOVER, iii. Address to the Moon, MACPHERSON, iii. A Friend, PHILLIPS, ii. A Fragment of Sappho, PHILIPS, iii. Allegorical Characters from 'The Mirror for Magistrates,' SACKVILLE, i. ALEXANDER, WILLIAM, EARL OF STIRLING, i. A Loose Saraband, LOVELACE, ii. A Meditation, WOTTON, i. An Epitaph, BEAUMONT, i. An Heroic Epistle to Sir William Chambers, MASON, iii. An Ode to the Right Hon. Lord Gower, FENTON, iii. An American Love Ode, WARTON THE ELDER, iii. Apostrophe to Freedom, BARBOUR, i. A Praise to his Lady, ANONYMOUS, i. A Pastoral Dialogue, CAREW, i. A Pastoral, iii. Apostrophe to Fletcher the Dramatist, VAUGHAN, ii. A Persian Song of Hafiz, JONES, iii. Arcadia, CHALKHILL, ii. Argalia taken Prisoner by the Turks, CHAMBERLAYNE, ii. Ascension-Day, VAUGHAN, ii. A Vision upon the "Fairy Queen," RALEIGH, i. A Valediction, BROWNE, i. A Voyage to Ireland in Burlesque, COTTON, ii. Away! Let nought to Love Displeasing, iii.

BAMPFYLDE, JOHN, iii. BARBOUR, JOHN, i. BARCLAY, ALEXANDER i. BARNFIELD, RICHARD i. Battle of Black Earnside BLIND HARRY, i. Baucis and Philemon SWIFT, iii. BEAUMONT, FRANCIS i. BEAUMONT, DR JOSEPH ii. BISHOP, SAMUEL iii. BLACKMORE, SIR RICHARD iii. BLACKSTONE, SIR WILLIAM iii. BLACKLOCK, THOMAS iii. BLAMIRE, SUSANNA iii. BLIND HARRY i. Breathing toward the Heavenly Country WATTS, iii. Bristowe Tragedy CHATTERTON, iii. BROWN, JOHN iii. BROWNE, ISAAC HAWKINS iii. BROWNE, WILLIAM i. BROOKE, HENRY iii. BRUCE, MICHAEL iii. BURTON, ROBERT i. Burial VAUGHAN, ii. BOOTH, BARTON iii. BRAMSTON iii.

Canace Condemned to Death by her Father LYDGATE, i. Careless Content iii. CAREW, THOMAS i. CARTWRIGHT, WILLIAM i. CAREY, HENRY iii. Celia Singing STANLEY, ii. CHALKHILL, JOHN ii. CHAMBERLAYNE, WILLIAM ii. CHATTERTON, THOMAS iii. Cherry Ripe HERRICK, ii. Cheerfulness VAUGHAN, ii. CHESTERFIELD, LORD iii. Childhood VAUGHAN, ii. Close of 'Christ's Victory and Triumph' FLETCHER, i. Cock-crowing VAUGHAN, ii. COCKBURN, MRS iii. Complaint of Nature LOGAN, iii. CORBET, RICHARD i. Corinna's Going a-Maying HERRICK, ii. COOPER, JOHN GILBERT iii. COTTON, CHARLES ii. COTTON, NATHANIEL iii. COWLEY, ABRAHAM ii. CRAWFORD, ROBERT iii. Creation, BLACKMORE, iii. Cumnor Hall, MICKLE, iii. CUNNINGHAM, JOHN, iii.

DANIEL, SAMUEL, i. DAVIES, SIR JOHN, i. Davideis--Book II., COWLEY, ii. DAVENANT, SIR WILLIAM, ii. Description of King's Mistress, JAMES I., i. Death of Sir Henry de Bohun, BARBOUR, i. Description of Morning, DRAYTON, i. Description of Parthenia, FLETCHER, i. Destruction and Renovation of all Things, DR H. MORE, ii. Desolation of Balclutha, MACPHERSON, iii. Dinner given by the Town Mouse to the Country Mouse, HENRYSON, i. Directions for Cultivating a Hop Garden, TUSSER, i. DODSLEY, ROBERT, iii. DONNE, JOHN, i. DOUGLAS, GAVIN, i. DRAYTON, MICHAEL, i. DRUMMOND, WILLIAM, i. DU BARTAS, i. DUNBAR, WILLIAM, i. Dwelling of the Witch Orandra, CHALKHILL, ii.

Early Love, DANIEL, i. EDWARDS, RICHARD, i. Elegy XIII., HAMMOND, iii. Elegy written in Spring, BRUCE, iii. ELLIOT, Miss JANE, iii. End, DR BEAUMONT, ii. Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke, JONSON, i. Epistle addressed to the Honourable W. E. HABINGTON, ii. Epitaph on Mrs Mason, MASON, iii. Evening, BROWNE, i. Eve, DR BEAUMONT, ii. Exordium of Third Part of 'Pyschozoia', DR H. MORE, ii.

FAIRFAX, EDWARD, i. Farewell to the Vanities of the World, WOTTON, i. FANSHAWE, SIR RICHARD, ii. FAWKES, FRANCIS, iii. FENTON, ELIJAH, iii. Few Happy Matches, WATTS, iii. February--an Elegy, CHATTERTON, iii. FERGUSSON, ROBERT, iii. Fingal and the Spirit of Loda, MACPHERSON, iii. Fingal's Spirit-Home, MACPHERSON, iii. FLETCHER, GILES FLETCHER, PHINEAS From 'The Phoenix' Nest' ANONYMOUS, i. From the Same ANONYMOUS, i. From 'Britannia's Pastorals' W. BROWNE, i. From 'The Shepherd's Hunting' WITHER, i. From the Same WITHER, ii. From 'Gondibert,' Canto II. DAVENANT, ii. From 'Gondibert,' Canto IV. DAVENANT, ii. From 'An Essay on Translated Verse' EARL OF ROSCOMMON, ii. From 'The Gentle Shepherd,' Act I., Scene II. RAMSAY, iii. From 'The Monody' LYTTELTON, iii. From 'The Country Justice' LANGHORNE, iii. From the Same LANGHORNE, iii. From 'Leonidas,' Book XII. GLOVER, iii.

GARTH, SIR SAMUEL iii. GASCOIGNE, GEORGE i. Gipsies--From 'The Country Justice' LANGHORNE, iii. GLOVER, RICHARD iii. Good-morrow GASCOIGNE, i. Good-night GASCOIGNE, i. GOULD iii. GOWER, JOHN i. Gratification which the Lover's Passion receives from the Sense of Hearing GOWER, i. GRAINGER, DR JAMES iii. GREVILLE, MRS iii.

HABINGTON, WILLIAM ii. HALL, JOSEPH, BISHOP OF NORWICH ii. Hallo, my Fancy ii. HAMMOND, JAMES iii. HAMILTON, WILLIAM iii. Happiness of the Shepherd's Life P. FLETCHER, i. HARDING, JOHN i. HARRINGTON, JOHN i. Harpalus' Complaint of Phillida's Love bestowed on Corin i. HARTE, DR WALTER iii. HAWES, STEPHEN i. HENRYSON, ROBERT i. Henry, Duke of Buckingham, in the Infernal Regions T. SACKVILLE, i. HERRICK, ROBERT ii. Hell DR J. BEAUMONT, ii. HEATH, ROBERT ii. HEADLEY, HENRY iii. Holy Sonnets, DONNE, i. Housewifely Physic, TUSSER, i. HUME, ALEXANDER, i.