Imatges de pÓgina

The Nymph, who dwells in every Tree,

(If all be true that Poets chant) Condemn'd by Fate's supreme Decree,

Must die with her expiring Plant.

Thus, when the gentle Spina found

The Thorn committed to her Care, Receiv'd its last and deadly Wound,

She filed and vanilh'd into Air.

But, from the Root, a dismal Groan

First issuing, struck the Murd'rer's Ears; And in a fhrill revengeful Tone,

This Prophecy he trembling hears.

“ Thou chief Contriver of my Fall,

" Relentless Dean ! to Mischief born, “ My Kindred oft thine Hide shall gall;

Thy Gown and Caffock oft be torn.

“ And thy confed'rate Dame who brags

" That she condemn'd me to the Fire, " Shall rent her Petticoats to Rags,

“ And wound her Legs with ev'ry Bri’r.

". Nor thou, Lord * Arthur, shalt escape,

" To thee I often call'd in vain, “ Against that Affaflin in Crape,

" Yet thou couldft tamely see me Nain.

66 Nor,


Nor, when I felt the dreadful Blow,

“ Or chid the Dean, or pinch'd thy Spouse; “ Since you could see me treated fo ;

" An old Retainer to your House.

“ May that fell Dean, by whose Command

“ Was form'd this Machi'villian Plot, “ Not leave a Thistle on thy Land j

" Then who will own thee for a Scot?

“ Pigs, and Fanaticks, Cows, and Teagues,

Through all thy Empire I foresee, * To tear thy Hedges join in Leagues,

“ Sworn to revenge my Thorn and me.

“ And thou, the Wretch ordain'd by Fate

Neal Gaghagan, Hibernian Clown, “ With Hatchet blunter than thy Pate,

“ To hack my hallow'd Timber down ;

" When thou, suspended high in Air,

“Dy’ft on a more ignoble Tree, “ (For thou shalt steal thy Landlord's Mare)

“ Then, bloody Caitiff, think on me.


Written in the Year 1727.


IS strange, what diffrent Thoughts inspire

In Man Possession and Desire ; Think what they wilh so great a Blessing, So disappointed when possessing.

A MORALIST profoundly fage,
I know not in what Book or Page ;
Or, whether o'er a Pot of Ale,
Related thus the following Tale.

Possession, and Desire, his Brother,
But, still at Variance with each other,
Were seen contending in a Race ;
And, kept at first an equal Pace:
'Tis faid, their Course continued long;
For this was active, that was strong:
Till Envy, Slander, Sloth, and Doubt,
Mised them many a League about.
Seduc'd by some deceiving Light,
They take the wrong way for the right.
Through slipp'ry By-ruads dark and deep,
They often climb, and oft'ner creep:

Desire, the swifter of the two,
Along the Plain like Lightning flew :

Till entring on a broad High-way,
Where Power and Titles scatter'd lay,
He stroye to pick up all he found,
And by Excursions lost his Ground :
No sooner got, than with Disdain
He threw them on the Ground again;
And hasted forward to pursue
Fresh Objects fairer to his View;
In hope to spring fome nobler Game:
But, all he took was just the same :
Too scornful now to stop his Pace,
He spurn'd them in his Rival's Face,

Possession kept the beaten Road;
And, gather'd all his Brother strow'd ;
But, overcharg'd; and out of Wind,
Though strong in Limbs, he lagg'd behind.

Desire had now the Goal in Sight:
It was a Tow'r of monstrous Height,
Where, on the Summit Fortune stands;
A Crown and Sceptre in her Hands:
Beneath, a Chasm as deep as Hell,
Where many a bold Advent'rer fell.
Desire, in Rapture gaz'd a while,
And saw the treach'rous Goddess smile ;
But, as he climb'd to grasp the Crown,
She knock'd him with the Sceptre down,
He tumbled in the Gulph profound ;
There doom'd to whirl an endless Round.



He funk beneath the cumbrous Weight :
And, as he now expiring lay,
Flocks ev'ry ominous Bird of Prey:
The Raven, Vulture, Owl, and Kite,
At once upon his Carcase light;
And strip his Hide, and pick his Bones,
Regardless of his dying Groans.




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