The tuneful Swans on gliding Rivers float,
And warbling Dirges, die on ev'ry Note.
Where Flora treads her Zephyr Garlands flings,
And scatters Odours from his Purple Wings;
Whilst Birds from Woodbine Bow'rs and Jesmin Groves
Chaunt their glad Nuptials, and unenvy'd Loves.
Mild Seasons, rising Hills, and silent Dales,
Cool Grotto's, Silver Brooks, aud flow'ry Vales,
Groves fill'd with balmy Shrubs in pomp appear,
And scent with Gales of Sweets the circling Year.
These happy Isles, where endless Pleasures wait,
Are stil'd by tuneful Bards - The Fortunate.
On high where no hoarse Winds nor Clouds resort,
The hoodwink'd Goddess keeps her partial Court.
Upon a Wheel of *Amethyst she sits,
Gives and resumes, and smiles and frowns by fits.
In this still Labyrinth, around here lye
Spells, Philters, Globes, and Schemes of Palmistry:
A Sigil in this Hand the Gypsie bears,
In th' other a prophetick Sive and Sheers.
The Dame by Divination knew that soon
The Magus wou'd appear and then begun:
Hail, sacred Seer! thy Embassie I know,
Wars must ensue, the Fates will have it so.
Dread Feats shall follow, and Disasters great,
+Pills charge on Pills, and Bolus Bolus meet:
Both Sides shall conquer, and yet Both shall fall;
The Mortar now, and then the Urinal.
* This Stone reckoned fortunate; see the Hist. of Nat. Magick. See the Allusion, Lucan.
315 And scatters ] Shaking rich " 316 Whilst And con 320-321 hat 6:
In this bless'd Climate all the circling Year prevails.
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To Thee alone my Influence I owe;
Where Nature has deny'd, my Favours flow.
'Tis 1 that give (so mighty is my Pow'r)
Faith to the Jew, Complexion to the Moor.
I am the Wretch's Wish, the Rook's Pretence,
The Sluggard's Ease, the Coxcomb's Providence.
Sir Scrape-Quill, once a supple smiling Slave,
Looks lofty now, and insolently Grave.
Builds, Settles, Purchases, and has each Hour
Caps from the Rich, and Curses from the Poor.
Spadillio, that at Table serv'd o' late,
Drinks rich Tockay himself, and eats in Plate;
Has Levees, Villas, Mistresses in store,
And owns the Racers which he rubb'd before.
Souls heav'nly born my faithless Boons defy;
The Brave is to himself a Deity.
Tho' bless'd Astrea's gone, some Soil remains
Where Fortune is the Slave, and Merit reigns.
The Tyber boasts his Julian Progeny,
Thames his Nassau, the Nyle his Ptolomy,
Iberia, yet for future Sway design'd,
Shall for a H-, a greater M— find.
Thus Ariadne in proud Triumph rode,
She lost a Heroe, and she found a **God.
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When the still Night, with peaceful Poppies crown'd, Had spread her shady Pinions o'er the Ground; And slumb'ring Chiefs of painted Triumphs dream,
While Groves and Streams are the soft Virgin's Theme.
The Surges gently dash against the Shoar,
Flocks quit the Plains, and Gally-Slaves the Oar.
Sleep shakes its downy Wings o'er mortal Eyes,
Mirmillo is the only Wretch, it flies.
He finds no Respite from his anxious Grief;
Then seeks, from this Soliloquy, Relief.
Long have I reign'd unrival'd in the Town;
Oppress'd with Fees and deafen'd with Renown.
None e'er cou'd die with due Solemnity,
Unless his Pass-port first were sign'd by Me.
My arbitrary Bounty's undeny'd;
I give Reversions, and for Heirs provide.
None cou'd the tedious Nuptial State support;
But I, to make it easie, make it short.
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1-4
3 slumbring
7 o're 1-4 8 Flies. 1-4 He finds
no Respite from his ] No Respite he can find from || respite 1-4 |
Grief, 14
10 Soliloquy 1|| relief. 1—4 12 And great as my Ambi-
tion's my Renown. Glutted with Fees, and mighty in Renown, 2—4
Cumber'd with Fees, and glutted with Renown." 13 None e'er
cou'd die ] There's none can dye 14 14 were] be —
15 undeny'd, 1-4
It set the discontented Matrons free,
And ransom Husbands from Captivity.
Shall One of such Importance then engage
In noisie Riot, and in Civil Rage?
No, I'll endeavour strait a Peace, and so
Preserve my Character, and Person too.
But Discord, that still haunts with hideous Micn
Those dire Abodes where Hymen once has been,
O'er-heard Mirmillo's Anguish, then begun
In peevish Accents to express her own.
Have I so often banish'd lazy Peace
From her dark Solitude, and lov'd Recess?
Have I made S-th and Sh-ck disagree,
And puzzle Truth with learn'd Obscurity?
And does my faithful F-son profess
His Ardour still for Animosities?
Have I, Britannia's Safety to insure,
Expos'd her naked, to be more secure?
Have I made Parties opposite, unite,
In monstrous Leagues of amicable Spight
To curse their Country, whilst the common Cry
Is Freedom, but their Aim, the Ministry?
And shall a Dastard's Cowardise prevent
The War, so long I've labour'd to foment?
No, 'tis resolv'd, he either shall comply,
Or I'll renounce my wan Divinity.
With that, the Hag approach'd Mirmillo's Bed,
And taking Querpo's meager Shape, She said;
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23 straight 2-4
21 And [Then 2-4] shall so useful a Machin as • 22 Engage in civil Broyls, I know not why? 1—4 24 Character, and ] Honour, and my 1-4 27-28 O'reheard Mirmillo reas'ning in his Bed; Then raging inwardly the Fury said; peevish ] sullen " South WS-lock 1-2 S-3 S-k✦ Sherlock W1 W1|| Fer-son1 Ferguson Wi T'embroyl 1-4 || Cry, 1-4
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42 War 1-4
- 4 || long,
At Noon of Night I hasten to dispel
Those Tumults in your pensive Bosom dwell.
I dreamt but now I heard your heaving Sighs,
Nay, saw the Tears debating in your Eyes.
O that 'twere but a Dream! But Threats I find
Low'r in your Looks, and rankle in your Mind.
Speak, whence it is this late Disorder flows,
That shakes your Soul, and troubles your Repose.
Mistakes in Practice scarce cou'd give you Pain,
Too well you know the Dead will ne'er complain.
What Looks discover, said the Homicide,
Wou'd be a fruitless Industry to hide.
My Safety first I must consult, and then
I'll serve our suff'ring Party with my Pen.
All shou'd, reply'd the Hag, their Talent learn;
The most attempting oft the least discern.
Let P-h speak, and V-k write,
Soft Acon court, and rough Caecinna fight:
Such must succeed; but when th' Enervate aim
Beyond their Force, they still contend for Shame,
Had C-printed nothing of his own.
He had not been the S-fold o' the Town.
Asses and Owls, unseen, their Kind betray,
47 I come, altho' at Midnight, to dispel, 1-4 At dead o' Night 49-50 I dream't, but now, my Friend, that you were by, Methought I saw your Tears, and heard you sigh. 1-4 51 Threats ]
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Wou'd be but too impertinent to hide.
My Stars direct me to decline the Fight;
The way to serve our Party, is to write.
How many, said the Fury, had nod split
On Shelves so fatal, if they ne're had writ!
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