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XI.
Alas, how fleeting and how vain,
Is ev’n the nobler man, our learning and our wit!

I sigh whene'er I think of it :
As at the closing of an unhappy scene

Of some great king and conqueror's death,

When the fad melancholy Muse
Stays but to catch his utmost breath.
I grieve, this nobler work most happily begun,
So quickly and so wonderfully carry'd on,
May fall at last to interest, folly, and abuse.

There is a noon-tide in our lives,

Which still the sooner it arrives, Although we boast our winter-sun looks bright, And foolishly are glad to see it at its height, Yet so much sooner comes the long and gloomy night.

No conquest ever yet begun,
And by one mighty hero carried to its height,
E'er flourish'd under a successor or a son;
It lost some mighty pieces through all hands it past,
And vanish'd to an empty title in the last.
For, when the animating mind is fled
(Which nature never can retain,

Nor e'er call back again)
The body, though gigantic, lies all cold and dead.

XII.
And thus undoubtedly 'twill fare,

With what unhappy men shall dare
To be successors to these great unknown,
On Learning's high-establish'd throne.

Censure,

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Censure, and Pedantry, and Pride, Numberless nations, stretching far and wide, Shall(I foresee it) soon with Gothic fwarms come forth

From Ignorance's universal North, And with blind rage break all this peaceful govern

ment :
Yet shall these traces of your wit remain,

Like a just map, to tell the vast extent
Of conquest in your

short and happy reign;
And to all future indnkind Thew

How strange a paradox is true, That nien who liv'd and dy'd without a name, Are the chief heroes in the sacred list of fame.

Written in a Lady's Ivory Table-book, 1699.

PERY

ERUSE my leaves through every part,

And think thou seest my owner's heart,
Scrawld o'er with trifles thus, and quite,
As hard, as senseless, and as light;
Expos’d to every

coxcomb's

eyes, But hid with caution from the wise. Here

you may read, “ Dear charming faint!" Beneath, “ A new receipt for paint : Here, in beau-spelling, “ True tel deth ;" There, in her own, “ For an el breth: '' Here, “ Lovely nymph, pronounce my doom!" There, - A fafe way to use perfume :" Here, a sage fill'd with billet-doux: Oi t'other side, “ Laid out for shoes' “ Madam, I die without your grace".), for half a yard of lace."

Who

Who that had wit would place it here,
For every peeping fop to jeer?
In

power of spittle and a clout,
Whene'er he please to blot it out;
And then, to heighten his disgrace,
Clap his own nonsense in the place.
Whoe'er expects to hold his part
In such a book, and such a heart,
If he be wealthy, and a fool,
Is in all points the fittest tool;
Of whom it may be justly said,
He 's a gold pencil tipp'd with lead,

MRS. HARRIS'S PETITION.

1699.

TO

O their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ire

land *, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve, and die a maid, if it miscarries;

Humbly sheweth, That I went to warm myself in lady Betty's † cham

ber, because I was cold; And I had in a purse seven pounds, four shillings, and

fix pence, besides farthings in money and gold; So, because I had been buying things for my Lady

last night, I was resolved to tell my money, to see if it was

right.

• The earls of Berkeley and of Galway.
+ Lady Betty Berkeley, afterward Germaine.

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Now, you must know, because my trunk has a very)

bad lock, Therefore all the money I have, which, God knows,

is a very small stock, I keep in my pocket, ty'd about my middle, next

smock. So when I went to put up my purse, as God would

have it, my smock was unript, And, instead of putting it into my pocket, down

it alipt; Then the bell rung, and I went down to put my

Lady to-bed; And, God knows, I thought my money was as safe

as my maidenhead. So, when I came up again, I found my pocket feel

very light;

But when I search'd, and miss'd my purse, Lord! I

thought I should have funk outright. Lord! Madam, fays Mary, how d’ye do? Indeed,

says I, never worse : But pray, Mary, can you tell what I have done

with my purse? Lord help me! says Mary, I never stirr'd out of

this place : Nay, said I, I had it in Lady Betty's chamber, that's

a plain cale. So Mary got me to bed, and cover'd me up warm ; However, the stole away my garters, that I might

do myself no harm. So I tumbled and toss'd all night, as you may very

well think, But hardly ever set my eyes together, or slept a wink,

So I was a-dream'd, methought, that we went and

search'd the folks round, And in a corner of Mrs. Dukes's * box, ty'd in a

rag, the money was found. So next morning we told Whittle †, and he fell a

swearing : Then my dame Wadgar 1 came; and she, you

know, is thick of hearing. Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do

you

know what a loss I have had ? Nay, said she, my lord Colway's § folks are all

very fad :

For my Lord Dromedary || comes a Tuesday with

out fail. Pugh! said I, but that's not the business that I ail, Says Cary **, says he, I have been a servant this five

and twenty years, come spring, And in all the places I liv'd I never heard of such

a thing Yes, says the steward tt, I remember when I was at

my Lady Shrewsbury's, Such a thing as this happen'd just about the time of

gooseberrics. So I went to the party suspected, and I found her

full of grief; Now, you must know, of all things in the world, 1

hate a thief:

Wife to one of the footmen. + Earl of Berkeley's valet. | The old deaf housekeeper. $ Galway.

|| The earl of Drogheda, who with the primate was to succeel the two earls. ** Clerk of the kitchen,

tt Ferris.

However,

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