Imatges de pÓgina

Perhaps you wonder whence this Friendship springs
Between the Weavers and us Play-House Kings!
But Wit and Weaving had the same Beginning;
Pallas first taught us Poetry and Spinning:
And next observe how this Alliance fits,
For Weavers now are just as poor as Wʻits:
Theit Brother Quill-Men, Workers for the Stage
For forry Stuff can get a Crown a Page;
But Weavers will be kinder to the Plagersi,
And fell for Twenty Pence a Yard of theirs.
Ánd, to your Knowledge, there is often less in
The Poet's Wit, than in the Player's Dressing.


Part of a SUMMER


House of George Rochfort, Esq;

Written in the Year 1723:


HALÍ A, tell in fober Lays, Days
How George, Nim, Dan, Dean, pass their

BEGIN, my Muse. First, from our Bow'rs We sally forth at diff'rent Hours;

Åt Seven, the Dean in Night-gown drest,
Goes round the House to wake the reft:
At Nine, grave Nimi and George facetious,
Go to the Dean to read Lucretius :
At Ten, my Lady comes and he&ors,
And killes George, and ends our Lectures;
And when she has him by the Neck faft,
Hauls him, and scolds us, down to Breakfast.
We squander there an Hour or more;
And then all Hands, Boys, to the Oar; ' ?
All, heteroclite Dan except,
Who never Time, nor Order kept,
But by peculiar Whimsies drawn,
Peeps in the Ponds to look for Spawn;
O’erfees che Work, or * Dragon rows,
Or mars a Text, or mends his Hofe;
Or—but proceed we in our Journal
At Two, or after, we return all.
From the four Elements assembling,
Warn'd by the Bell, all Folks come trembling;
From airy Garrets some descend,
Some from the Lake's remoteft End :


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My Lord Chief Baron's smaller Boate

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My Lord and Dean the Fire forsake;
Dan leaves the earthly Spade and Rake:
The Loit'rers quake; no Corner hides them,
And Lady Betty foundly chides them,
Now Water's brought, and Dinner's done;
With Church and King, the Lady's gone :
(Not reck’ning half an Hour we pass
In talking o'et a moderate Glass.)
Dan, growing drowsy, like a Thief,
Steals off to dose away his Beef;
And this must pass for reading Hammond
While George and Dean

to Back-Gammon.
George, Niñ, and Dean set out at Four,
And then again, Boys, to the Oar,
But when the Sun goes to the Deep,
(Not to disturb him in his Sleep,
Or make a Rumbling o'er his Head;
His Candle out, and He a-bed)
We watch his Motions to a Minute,
And leave the Flood, when he
Now stinted in the shore’ning Day,
Wc to Pray’rs, and then to Play:
Till Supper conies, and after that,
We fic an Hour to drink and chat:



goes in it:


'Tis late the old and younger Pairs, By * Adam lighted, walk


The weary Dean goes to his Chamber,
And Nim and Dan to Garret clamber,
So when this Circle we have run,
The Curtain falls, and all is done.

I might have mention'd lev'ral Facts;
Like Episodes between the A&s;
And tell who loses, and who wins,
Who gets a Cold, who breaks his Shins;
How Dan caught nothing in his Net,
And how the Boat was overset;
For Brevity I have retrench'à
How in the Lake the Dean was drench'd.
It would be an Exploit to brag on,
How valiant George rode o'er the Dragon ;
How steady in the Storm he fat,
And fav'd his Oar, but lost his Hat.
How Nim (no Hunter e'er could match him,)
Still brings us Hares, when he call catch 'em:
How skilfülly Dan mends his Nets;
How Fortune fails him, when he sets.
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Or how the Dean delights to vex
The Ladies, and lampoon the Sex.
Or how our Neighbour lifts his Nose,
To tell what ev'ry School-Boy knows,
And, with his Finger on his Thumb
Explaining, strikes Opposers dumb :
Or how his Wife, that Female Pedant,
(But now there need no more be said on't:)
Shews all her Secrets of House-keeping;
For Candles how she trucks her Dripping 3
Was forc'd to send three Miles for Yest
To brew her Ale, and raise her Paste;
Tells ev'ry Thing that you can think of:
How she cur’d Tommy of the Chin-cough;
What gave her Brats and Pigs the Meazles,
And how her Doves were killd by Weezles;
How Jowler howld, and what a Fright
She had with Dreams the other Night.

so far on,

But now, fince I have gone
A Word or two of + Lord Chief Baron;
And tell how little Weight he sets
On all Whig Papers, and Gazetts;


Mr. Rochfort's Father,

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