"Nothing more easy! did you never see "How in a fwarm bees hanging bee by bee Make a long fort of rope below the tree? Why may n't we do the fame, good Mr. John? "For that contrivance pray let me alone. 31 25 "Tom shall hold Will, you Will, and I'll hold you, "And then I warrant you the thing will do: "But if there is any does not care to try, "Let us have no jackdaws, and what care I!” That touch'd the quick, and fo they foon comply'd;" No argument like that was e'er deny'd, And therefore instantly the thing was try'd. They hanging down on strength above depend, Then to himself mutters their trusty friend;} "The dogs are almost useless grown to me; "I ne'er fhall have fuch opportunity "To part with them, and so e'en let them go.' Then cries aloud, "So ho! my Lads! fo ho! "You're gone unless ye all Hold Fast Below. "They've serv'd my turn, so it is fit time to drop 'em: "The devil if he wants them let him stop 'em." 45 JUST AS YOU PLEASE, OR, THE INCURIOUS. A VIRTUOSO had a mind to fee One that would never difcontented be, 35 He had a fervant much of Æfop's kind,sunai “As in this paper now I give you here, an C "Or will hug your ears or crack your påte, "Or rather you fhall meet with a worse fate, 10 "For I will break your back and fet you fraight. "Bring him to dinner. Humpus foon withdrew, Was fafe as having fach a one in views looki At Covent Garden Dial, whom he found wor Sitting with thoughtless air and look profound, 5 13 Who folitary gaping without care b Seem'd to fay, "Who is it? wilt go any where ??. Says Humpus, "Sir, my master bad me pray But looking round hini faiv a handsome room, And lolling eafy doth for fleep prepare. 25 In comes the family, but he fits fill, 'Thinks, "Let them take the other chairs that will." The mafter thus accofts him: Sir, you're wet, "Pray have a cushion underneath your feet." : 30 ~ Dinner is brought up; the wife is bid retreat, And at the upper end must be his feat. "This is not very ufual," thinks the clown; "But is not all the family his own? "And why should I for contradiction's fake "Lofe a good dinner which he bids me take? "If from his table she discarded be 40 35 "What need I care? there is the more for me." After a while the daughter is bid to stand, And bring him whatfoever he 'll command. Thinks he, "The better from the fairer hand!" Young mafter next must rise to fill him wine, And starve himself to fee the booby dine. He does. The father asks, "What have you "How dare you give a stranger vinegar?" "Sir, it was Champaigne I gave him."--" Sir, indeed! "Take him and scourge him till the rascal bleed; "Don't spare him for his tears or age: I'll try "If cat o' nine tails can excufe a lie." there? "46 50 Thinks the clown, "That it was wine I do believe, "But fuch young rogues are apteft to deceive: "He is none of mine, but his own flesh and blood, "And how know I but it may be for his good?” When the deffert came on, and jellies brought, 55 Then was the difmal scene of finding fault : They were fuch hideous, filthy, pois'nous, stuff, Could not be rail'd at nor reveng'd enough." 60 Humpus was ask'd who made them? Trembling he Said, "Sir, it was my lady gave them me.' "No more fuch poifon fhall the ever give; I'll burn the witch; it 'en't fitting the fhouldlive. "Set faggots in the court; I'll make her fry; "And pray, good Sir ! may it please you to be by?” Then, fmiling, fays the clown, " Upon my life 65 "A pretty fancy this to burn one's wife! "And fince I find it is really your defign, Pray let me juft fep home and fetch you mine." 68 ULYSSES AND TIKESIAS, ULYSSES." TELL me, old Prophet, tell me how Your farm of Ithac and wife Pen. ULYSS. Sage Friend! whose word is a law to me,' My want and nakedness you fee. The fparks who made my wife fuch offers They've kill'd my oxen, sheep, and geefe, Eat up my bacon and my cheese, ΤΟ Lineage and virtue at this push Without the gelt is not worth a rush. TIRES. Why, not to mince the matter more, You are averfe to being poor, Therefore find out fome rich old cuff That never thinks he has enough. Have you a fwan, a.turkey pie, With woodcocks, thither let them fly; The first fruits of your early spring Not to the gods but to him bring. His hands with brother's blood imbru'd, 20 25 There with the best I us'd to strive. TIRES. Why, by that means you'll never thrive. Yet I'll my gen'rous mind fubdue. THAME AND ISIS. So the god Thame, as thro' fome pond he glides, Into the arms of wand'ring Ifis flides; 37 |