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Then shall thy wife thy loathsome kiss disdain, And wholesome neighbours from thy mug refrain.
Yet there are watchmen, who with friendly light Will teach thy reeling steps to tread aright; For sixpence will support thy helpless arm, And home conduct thee, safe from nightly harm. But, if they shake their lanterns, from afar To call their brethren to confederate war, When rakes resist their power; if hapless you Should chance to wander with the scouring crew; Though Fortune yield thee captive, ne'er despair, But seek the constable's considerate ear; He will reverse the watchman's harsh decree, Mov'd by the rhetoric of a silver fee. (word, Thus, would you gain some favourite courtier's Fee not the petty clerks, but bribe my
lord. Now is the time that rakes their revels keep; Kindlers of riot, enemies of sleep. His scatter'd pence the flying nicker * flings, And with the copper shower the casement rings. Who has not heard the scourer's midnight fame? Who has not trembled at the Mohock's name? Was there a watchman took his hourly rounds, Safe from their blows, or new-invented wounds? I pass their desperate deeds, and mischiefs done, Where from Snow-hill black steepy torrents run ; How matrons, hoop'd within the hogshead's womb, Were tumbled furious thence; the rolling tomb O’er the stones thunders, bounds from side to side; So Regulus, to save his country, dy'd.
* Gentlemen wlio delighted w brcak windows with halfpence.
Where a dim gleam the paly lantern throws O'er the mid pavement, heapy rubbish grows; Or arched vaults their gaping jaws extend, Or the dark caves to common shores descend, Oft by the winds extinct the signal lies, Or smother'd in the glimmering socket dies, Ere Night has half roll'd round her ebon throne; In the wide gulph the shatter'd coach, o'erthrown, Sinks with the snorting steeds; the reins are broke, And from the crackling axle flies the spoke. So, when fam'd Eddystone's far-shooting ray, That led the sailor through the stormy way, Was from its rocky roots by billows torn, And the high turret in the whirlwind borne ; Fleets bulg'd their sides against the craggy land, And pitchy ruins blackend all the strand. (steed ?
Who then through night would hire the harness'd And who would choose the rattling wheel for speed ? But hark! Distress, with screaming voice, draws
See, forceful engines spout their level'd streams,
Consider, reader, what fatigues I've known,
Yet shall I bless my labours, if mankind
And now complete my generous labours lie,
SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL TO
All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d,
The streamers waving in the wind,
“ Oh! where shall I my true love find ?
* Probably Ward and Gildon. N.
Cease, cease, thou cruel Ocean,
And let my lover rest :
To that within my breast ?
“ The merchant, robb’d of pleasure,
Sees tempests in despair ;
To losing of my dear?
Where gold and diamonds grow,
But none that loves you so.
“ How can they say that Nature
Has nothing made in vain ;
Should hideous rocks remain ?
That lurk beneath the deep,
And leave the maid to weep.”
All melancholy lying,
Thus wail'd she for her dear;
Each billow with a tear;
His floating corpse she spy'd ;
She bow'd her head, and dy'd.