MALBROUCK. We have brought them up to women and men In the fere of God I trowe they be; And why wilt thou thyself miskenMan, take thy old cloake about thee. HE. O Bell, my wife, why dost thou floute? Thou kenst not clownes from gentlemen; They are clad in blacke, greene, yellowe, or gray, So far above their own degree Once in my life Пle do as they, For Ile have a new cloake about me. SHE. For Trinity feast is over, And Malbrouck still delays. Milady in her watch-tower Dear lord from England stays. While sitting quite forlorn in With fainting steps and slow. 10% "O page, prythee, come faster! What news do you bring of your master? I fear there is some disaster Your looks are so full of woe." "The news I bring, fair lady," With sorrowful accent said he, "Is one you are not ready So soon, alas! to hear. "But since to speak I'm hurried," -And here he shed a tear. "He's dead! he's dead as a herring! His corpse away from the field. "One officer carried his sabre; And covered a hero's brains. "Now, having got so far, I Translation of FATHER PROUT. With an old study filled full of learned old But in the ensuing ditty you shall hear how Like a flourishing young gallant, newly come to his land, Who keeps a brace of painted madams at his command; And takes up a thousand pound upon his father's land; With an old hall, hung about with pikes, guns, And gets drunk in a tavern, till he can nei With a good old fashion, when Christmas was And seven or eight different dressings of other AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. 405 With a new-fashioned hall, built where the And this is the course most of our new gal old one stood, lants hold, Hung round with new pictures, that do the Which makes that good housekeeping is now poor no good; With a fine marble chimney, wherein burns neither coal nor wood; And a new smooth shovelboard, whereon no Like a young courtier of the king's, With a new study, stuft fell of pamphlets and plays; And a new chaplain, that swears faster than he prays; With a new buttery hatch, that opens once in four or five days, And a new French cook, to devise fine kick- Like a young courtier of the king's, With a new fashion when Christmas is drawing on On a new journey to London straight we all must be gone, And leave none to keep house, but our new porter John, Who relieves the poor with a thump on the Like a young courtier of the king's, With a new gentleman usher, whose carriage is complete; With a new coachman, footmen, and pages to carry up the meat; With a waiting gentlewoman, whose dressing is very neat Who, when her lady has dined, lets the ser vants not eat; Like a young courtier of the king's, With new titles of honor bought with his father's old gold, For which sundry of his ancestors' old manors are sold: grown so cold Among the young courtiers of the king, ANONYMOUS, AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A GOOD people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, This dog and man at first were friends; The dog, to gain his private ends, Around from all the neighboring streets The wound it seemed both sore and sad But soon a wouder came to light, OLIVER GOLDSMITH springs, A well-bred lord t' assault a gentle belle? Or virgins visited by angel powers With golden crowns and wreaths of heavenly flowers Hear and believe! thy own importance know, Nor bound thy narrow views to things below Some secret truths, from learned pride con cealed, To maids alone and children are revealed; What though no credit doubting wits may give? The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know, then, unnumbered spirits round the fly The light militia of the lower sky; Thence, by a soft transition, we repair And ope'd those eyes that must eclipse the Think not, when woman's transient breath is day. fled, Now lap-dogs give themselves the rousing That all her vanities at once are dead; And the pressed watch returned a silver And love of ombre, after death survive; sound. Belinda still her downy pillow prestHer guardian sylph prolonged the balmy rest; 'T was he had summoned to her silent bed The morning-dream that hovered o'er her head: For when the fair in all their pride expire, To their first elements their souls retire; The sprites of fiery termagant in flame Mount up, and take a salamander's name; Soft yielding minds to water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea; A youth more glittering than a birthnight The graver prude sinks downward to a (That e'en in slumber caused her cheek to In search of mischief still on earth to roam; glow,) Seemed to her ear his winning lips to lay, And thus in whispers said, or seemed to say: "Fairest of mortals, thou distinguished care Of thousand bright inhabitants of air! If e'er one vision touched thy infant thought Of all the nurse and all the priest have taught, Of airy elves by moonlight-shadows seen, The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, "Know further yet; whoever fair and chaste Rejects mankind, is by some sylph embraced: For spirits, freed from mortal laws, with ease Assume what sexes and what shapes they please. What guards the purity of melting maids, In courtly balls and midnight masquerades spark, THE RAPE OF THE LOCK. 407 Safe from the treacherous friend, the daring Warned by the sylph, O pious maid, beware This to disclose is all thy guardian can; Beware of all, but most beware of man!" He said; when Shock, who thought she slept too long, The glance by day, the whisper in the darkWhen kind occasion prompts their warm desires, When music softens, and when dancing fires? 'Tis but their sylph, the wise celestials know, Though honor is the word with men below. "Some nymphs there are, too conscious of their face, For life predestined to the gnome's embrace; These swell their prospects and exalt their pride, When offers are disdained, and love denied; Then gay ideas crowd the vacant brain, While peers, and dukes, and all their sweeping train, And garters, stars, and coronets appear, And in soft sounds, 'Your grace,' salutes their ear. 'Tis these that early taint the female soul, Instruct the eyes of young coquettes to roll; Teach infant cheeks a bidden blush to know, And little hearts to flutter at a beau. "Oft when the world imagine women stray, The sylphs through mystic mazes guide their way; Through all the giddy circle they pursue, If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand? Leaped up, and waked his mistress with his tongue. 'T was then, Belinda, if report say true, Thy eyes first opened on a billet-doux; Wounds, charms, and ardors, were no sooner read, But all the vision vanished from thy head. And now, unveiled, the toilet stands dis played, Each silver vase in mystic order laid. adores, With head uncovered, the cosmetic powers. This casket India's glowing gems unlocks, Here files of pins extend their shining rows; Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches And keener lightnings quicken in her eyes. drive. This erring mortals levity may call- The busy sylphs surround their darling care, These set the head, and these divide the hair; Some fold the sleeve, whilst others plait the gown; And Betty's praised for labors not her own. CANTO II. Not with more glories, in the ethereal plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams Launched on the bosom of the silver Thames |