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His spirits of a sudden fail'd him,
What was the message I receiv'd ?
My lord's abroad; my lady too:
* The gentleman who brought the message.
My lady now returning home
But, pray, to-morrow go at ten,
see a college.
The captain was a man of reading, And much good sense as well as breeding, Who, loth to blame, or to incense, Said little in his own defence : Next day another meliage brought; The, doctor frighten’d at his fault, Is dress’d, and stealing through the crowd, Now pale as death, then blush and bow'd, Panting, and faultring, humm’d and ha’d. Her ladyship was gone abroad;
The captain too-she did not know
And would not only grant his suit, But visit him and eat some fruit; Provided, at a proper time, He told the real truth in rhyme. 'Twas to no purpose to oppose, She'd hear of no excuse in prose. The doctor ftood not to debate, Glad to compound at any rate; So bowing, seemingly comply'd; Though if he durft he had deny’d. But first resolv'd to shew his taste Was too refin'd to give a feaft: He'd treat with nothing that was rare, But winding walks and purer air; 'Would entertain without expence, Or pride, or vain magnificence; For well he knew to such a guest The plainest meals must be the best. To stomachs clog'd with costly fare Simplicity alone is rare; VOL. VII. U
Whilft high, and nice, and curious meats,
“ If you, unus’d, have scarcely strength “ To gain this walk's untoward length ; “ If, frighten'd at à scene so rude,
Through long disuse of solitude; “ If, long confin'd to fires and screens, “ You dread the waving of these greens;
Ifyou, wlto long have breath'd the fumes “ Of city fogs and crowded rooms, “ Do now folicitously shun “ The cooler air, and dazzling sun; “ If his majestic eye you flee, “ Learn hence t’excuse and pity me. 6 Consider what it is to bear “ The powder'd courtier’s witty sneer; “ To see th’important man of dress
Scoffing my college aukwardness, “ To be the strutting cornet's sport; “ To run the gauntlet of the court, “ Winning my way by slow approaches, “ Through crouds of coxcombs and of
“ coaches, “ From the first fierce cockaded centry, “ Quite through the tribe of waiting
gentry; “ To pass so many crowded stages, “ And ftand the staring of your pages;