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Thence the prevailing manners take their cast, Extravagant or sober, loose or chaste. And, though I would not advertise them yet, Nor write on each—This Building to be Let, Unless the world were all prepar'd t embrace A plan well worthy to supply their place ; Yet, backward as they are, and long have been, To cultivate and keep the MORALS clean, (Forgive the crime) I wish them, I confess, Or better manag’d, or encourag'd less.,
Ye nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red
O share Maria’s grief!
Affaffin'd by a thief.
Where Rhenus strays his vines among,
And though by nature mute,
Of Aagelet or flute.
The honours of his ebon poll
His bosom of the hue
To fweep up all the dew,
Above, below, in all the house,
No cat had leave to dwell;
Large-built and lattic'd well.
Well-lattic'd—but the grate, alas !
For Bully’s plumage fake,
The swains their baskets make,' .
Night veild the pole. All seem'd secure.
Subsistence to provide,
And badger-colour'd hide.
He, ent’ring at the study-door,
And something in the wind
Food, chiefly, for the mind.
Just then, by adverse fate impress’d,
In Neep he seem'd to view
Awoke and found it true.