But when leaft fear'd, and ev'n in open day,
The mischief overtook her in the way :
Whether she sprung a leak, I cannot find,
Or whether she was overfet with wind,
Or that fome rock below her bottom rent;
But down at once with all her crew fhe went :
Her fellow fhips from far her lofs defcry'd;
But only fhe was funk, and all were fafe befide.
By this example you are taught again,

That dreams and vifions are not always vain :
But if, dear Partlet, you are still in doubt,
Another tale fhall make the former out.
Kenelm the fon of Kenulph, Mercia's king,
Whofe holy life the legends loudly fing,
Warn'd in a dream his murder did foretel
From point to point as after it befel ;
All circumstances to his nurse he told

(A wonder from a child of seven years old):
The dream with horror heard, the good old wife
From treafon counsel'd him to guard his life;
But close to keep the fecret in his mind,
For a boy's vifion fmall belief would find.
The pious child, by promife bound, obey'd,
Nor was the fatal murder long delay'd:
By Quenda flain, he fell before his time,
Made a young martyr by his fifter's crime.
The tale is told by venerable Bede,
Which at your better leisure you may read.

Macrobius too relates the vifion fent
To the great Scipio, with the fam'd event:

Objections makes, but after makes replies,
And adds, that dreams are often prophefies.

Of Daniel you may read in holy writ,
Who, when the king his vifion did forget,

Could word for word the wondrous dream repeat.
Nor lefs of patriarch Jofeph understand,
Who by a dream enflav'd th' Egyptian land,
The years of plenty and of dearth foretold,
When, for their bread, their liberty they fold.
Nor muft th' exalted butler be forgot,
Nor he whofe dream prefag'd his hanging lot.
And did not Crofus the fame death foresee,
Rais'd in his vifion on a lofty tree?
The wife of Hector, in his utmost pride,
Dreamt of his death the night before he dy'd;
Well was he warn'd from battle to refrain,
But men to death decreed are warn'd in vain :
He dar'd the dream, and by his fatal foe was flain.
Much more I know, which I forbear to speak,
For fee the ruddy day begins to break;
Let this fuffice, that plainly I foresee
My dream was bad, and bodes adverfity
But neither pills nor laxatives I like,
They only serve to make the well-man fick :
Of thefe his gain the sharp physician makes,
And often gives a purge, but seldom takes:
They not correct, but poifon all the blood,
And ne'er did any but the doctors good.
Their tribe, trade, trinkets, I defy them all;
With every work of 'pothecary's hall.

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Thefe

Thefe melancholy matters I forbear :
But let me tell thee, Partlet mine, and fwear,
That when I view the beauties of thy face,
I fear not death, nor dangers, nor disgrace :
So may my foul have bliss, as when I spy
The scarlet red about thy partridge eye,

While thou art conftant to thy own true knight,
While thou art mine, and I am thy delight,
All forrows at thy prefence take their flight.
For true it is, as "in principio,
"Mulier eft hominis confufio."
Madam, the meaning of this Latin is,
That woman is to man his fovereign blifs.
For when by night I feel your tender fide,
Though for the narrow perch I cannot ride,
Yet I have fuch a folace in my mind,
That all my boding cares are caft behind;
And ev'n already I forget my dream :
He faid, and downward flew from off the beam.
For day-light now began apace to spring,
The thrush to whistle, and the lark to fing.
Then crowing clapp'd his wings, th' appointed call,
To chuck his wives together in the hall.

By this the widow had unbarr'd the door,
And Chanticleer went ftrutting out before,
With royal courage, and with heart so light,
As fhew'd he fcorn'd the vifions of the night.
Now roaming in the yard he spurn'd the ground,
And gave to Partlet the first grain he found.

Then

Then often feather'd her with wanton play,
And trod her twenty times ere prime of day:
And took by turns and gave so much delight,
Her fifters pin'd with envy at the sight.
He chuck'd again, when other corns he found,
And scarcely deign'd to set a foot to ground.
But fwagger'd like a lord about his hall,
And his seven wives came running at his call.
'Twas now the month in which the world began
(If March beheld the first created man) :
And fince the vernal equinox, the fun,
In Aries twelve degrees, or more, had run;
When cafting up his eyes against the light,
Both month, and day, and hour, he measur'd right;
And told more truly, than th' Ephemeris:
For art may err, but nature cannot mifs.

Thus numbering times and seasons in his breast,
His fecond crowing the third hour confefs'd.
Then turning, faid to Partlet, See, my dear,
How lavish nature has adorn'd the year;
How the pale primrose and blue violet spring,
And birds effay their throats difus'd to fing:
All these are ours; and I with pleasure see
Man ftrutting on two legs, and aping me :
An unfledg'd creature, of a lumpish frame,
Endow'd with fewer particles of flame :
Our dame fits couring o'er a kitchen fire,
I draw fresh air, and nature's works admire:
And ev❜n this day in more delight abound,
Than, fince I was an egg, I ever found.

The time fhall come when Chanticleer fhall wifh
His words unfaid, and hate his boafted blifs:
The crested bird shall by experience know,
Jove made not him his master-piece below;
And learn the latter end of joy is woe.
The veffel of his blifs to dregs is run,
And Heaven will have him tafte his other tun.

Ye wife, draw near, and hearken to my tale,
Which proves that oft the proud by flattery fall:
The legend is as true I undertake

As Triftran is, and Launcelot of the lake:
Which all our ladies in such reverence hold,
As if in book of martyrs it were told.

A fox full-fraught with feeming fanctity, That fear'd an oath, but, like the devil, would lie Who look'd like Lent, and had the holy leer, And durft not fin before he faid his prayer; This pious cheat, that never fuck'd the blood, Nor chew'd the flesh of lambs, but when he cou'd; Had país'd three summers in the neighbouring wood: And musing long, whom next to circumvent,

On Chanticleer his wicked fancy bent:

And in his high imagination caft,

By ftratagem to gratify his taste.

The plot contriv'd, before the break of day,

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Saint Reynard through the hedge had made his way §
The pale was next, but proudly with a bound
He leapt the fence of the forbidden ground:
Yet, fearing to be seen, within a bed

Of coleworts he conceal'd his wily head;

Then