Behind fome door, in melancholy thought, Mindlefs of food, he, dreary caitiff! pines; Ne for his fellow's joyaunce careth aught, But to the wind all merriment refigns; And deems it fhame, if he to peace inclines; And many a fullen look afcance is fent, Which for his dame's annoyance he defigns; And still the more to pleasure him fhe's bent, The more doth he, perverse, her haviour past resent, Ah me! how much I fear left pride it be ! But if that pride it be, which thus infpires, Beware, ye dames, with nice difcernment fee, Ye quench not too the fparks of nobler fires : Ah! better far than all the muses' lyres, All coward arts, is valour's gen'rous heat; The firm fixt breaft which fit and right requires, Like VERNON's patriot foul; more justly great Than craft that pimps for ill, or flow'ry falfe deceit. Yet nurs'd with skill, what dazling fruits appear! Or bard fublime, if bard may e'er be so, AS MILTON,SHAKESPEAR, names that ne'er fhall dye! Tho' now he crawl along the ground fo low, Nor weeting how the mufe fhou'd foar on high, Wifheth, poor starv'ling elf! his paper-kite may fly. And And this perhaps, who, cens'ring the design, And many an epic to his rage fhall yield; But now DAN PHOEBUS gains the middle skie, Enjoy, poor imps! enjoy your sportive trade; But most in courts where proud ambition tow❜rs; See + See in each sprite fome various bent appear! Some to the standing lake their courses bend, In pastry kings and queens th' allotted mite to spend, Here, as each season yields a different store, Each season's stores in order ranged been; Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er, Galling full fore th' unmoney'd wight, are feen; And goofe-b'rie clad in liv'ry red or green; And here of lovely dye, the cath'rine pear, Fine pear! as lovely for thy juice, I ween: O may no wight e'er pennyless come there, Left fmit with ardent love he pine with hopeless care! See! cherries here, ere cherries yet abound, With thread fo white in tempting pofies ty'd, Scatt'ring like blooming maid their glances round, With pamper'd look draw little. eyes afide; And must be bought, tho' penury betide. The plumb all azure and the nut all brown, And here each season, do those cakes abide, Whofe honour'd names th' inventive city own, Rend'ring thro' Britain's ifle Salopia's praises known.* Admir'd * SHREWSBURY cakes. Admir'd SALOPIA! that with venial pride Her daughters lovely, and her ftriplings brave: CON |