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Such is that Sprinkling, which some careless Quean
Now, in contiguous Drops the Flood comes
down, Threat'ning with Deluge this devoted Town. To Shops in Crowds the daggled Females ily, Pretend to cheapen Goods; but nothing buy. The Templer spruce, while ev'ry Spout's abroach, Stays till 'tis fair, yet seems to call a Coach. The tuck’d-up Sempftress walks with hasty Strides, While Streams run down her oild Umbrella's Sides, Here various kinds by various Fortunes led, Commence Acquaintance underneath a Shed. + Triumphant Tories, and desponding Whigs, Forget their Feuds, and join to save their Wigs.
* 'Twas doubtful which was Sea, and which was Sky,
Garth's Dife. + N.B. This was the firit Year of the Earl of Oxford's Ministry
Box'd in a Chair the Beau impatient fits,
Now from all Parts the swelling Kennels flow, And bear their Trophies with them, as they go: Filths of all Hues and Odours seem to tell What Streets they fail'd from, by the Sight and
Smell. They, as each Torrent drives with rapid Force, From Smithfield, or St. Pulchre's shape their Course; And in huge Confluent join at Snow-Hill Ridge, Fall from the Conduit prone to Holbourn-Bridge: Sweepings from Butcher's Stalls, Dung, Guts,
and Blood, Drown'd Puppies, stinking Sprats, all drench'd
in Mud, Dead Cats, and Turnip-Tops come tumbling
down the Flood, Vol. II.
* These three laft Lines were intended against that licentious Manner of modern Poets, in making three Rhymes together, which they called Triplets ; and the last of the three, was two or sometimes more Syllables longer, called an Alexandrian. These
A DESCRIPTION of the MORNING.
Written about the Year 1712.
OW hardly here and there a Hackney
Coach Appearing, show'd the ruddy Morn's Approach. Now Betty from her Master's Bed had flown, And softly stole to discompose her own. The slip-shod 'Prentice from his Master's Door Had pard the Dirt, and sprinkled round the Floor. Now Moll had whirl'd her Mop with dextrous Airs, Prepar'd to scrub the Entry and the Stairs. The Youth * with broomy Stumps began to trace TheKennel-Edge, where Wheels had worn the Place. The Small-Coal Man was heard with Cadence deep; Till drown'd in shriller Notes of Chimney-sweep. Duns at his Lordship's Gate began to meet ; And Brick-duft Moll had scream'd throʻ half a Street. The Turnkey now his Flock returning sees, Duly let out a-Nights to steal for Fees. The watchful Bailiffs take their silent Stands; And School-boys lag with Satchels in their Hands.
Triplets and Alexandrians were brought in by Dryden, and other Poet in the Reign of CHARLES II. They were the mere Effect of Hafte, Idleness, and Want of Money; and have been wholely avoided by the best Poets, since these Verses were written.
* To find old Nails.
The Virtues of SID HA ME T, the
Written in the Year 1712.
HE Rod was but a harmless Wand,
While Moses held it in his Hand; But soon as e'er he laid it down, 'Twas a devouring Serpent grown.
Our great Magician, Hamet Sid,
So, to her Midnight Feafts the Hag
But with the Morning Dawn resumes
They tell us fomething strange and odd,
The Rod of Hermes was renown'd
SID's Rod was slender, white and tall,