Thus, as in giddy Freaks he bounces,

Crack goes the Twig, and in he flounces!
Down the swift Stream the Wretch is born;
Never, ah never, to return!

Zds! What a Fall had our dear Brother;
Morblue! cries one, and Damme, t'other.
The Nation gives a gen'ral Screech,

None cocks his Tail, none claws his Breech;
Each trembles for the publick Weal,
And, for a While, forgets to steal.

A WHILE, all Eyes intent and steddy,
Pursue him, whirling down the Eddy.
But out of Mind when out of View,
Some other mounts the Twig a-new;
And Bus'nefs, on each Monkey Shore,
Runs the fame Track it went before.

*AY and NO: A FABLE.

'N Fable all Things hold Difcourfe;
Then Words, no doubt, mufe talk of Courfe

ONCE on a Time, near Channel-Row,
Two hostile Adverbs, Ay and Ne,
Where haft'ning to the Field of Fight,
And Front to Front stood oppofite.
Before each Gen'ral join'd the Van,
Ay, the more courteous Knight, began,

STOP, peevish, Particle, beware!!
I'm told you are not fuch alBeargi w
But fometimes yield, when offer'd fair:
Suffer yon' Folks a While to tattle;
'Tis We who must decide the Battle.
Whene'er we war on yonder Stage,
With various Fate, and equal Rage,
The Nation trembles at each Blow,
That No gives Ay, and Ay gives No:"
Yet in expensive long Contention,
We gain nor Office, Grant, or Penfion.
Why then fhou'd Kinsfolks quarrel thus ?
For Two of You make One of Us.)
To fome wife Statesman let us go,
Where cach his proper Use may know.
He may admit two fuch Commanders,
And make those wait who serv'd in Flanders.
Let's quarter on a Great-Man's Tongue,
A Treasury Lord, not Mafter Yg;
Obfequious at his high Command,
Ay fhall march forth to tax the Land.
Impeachments No can best resist,
And Ay fupport the Civil Lift:
Ay! quick as Cæfar wins the Day;
And No, like Fabius, by Delay.
Sometimes in mutual fly Difguife,
Let Ay's feem No's, and Na's feem I's ;
Ay's be in Courts Denials meant,
And No's in Bishops give Confent.

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THUS

THUS, Ay propos'd

And, for Reply,

No, for the first Time, answer'd I.

They parted with a thousand Kiffes,

And fight e'er fince, for Pay, like Swies.

Efponding Phyllis was endu'd

With ev'ry Talent of a Prude :
She trembled when a Man drew near;
Salute her, and she turn'd her Ear;
If o'er against her you were plac'd,
Waist:
She'd rather take you to her Bed,

She durft not look above your

Than let you fee her drefs her Head:
In Church you hear her, thro' the Crowd,
Repeat the Abfolution loud;

In Church, fecure behind her Fan,
She durft behold, that Monster, Man:
There practis'd how to place her Head,
And bit her Lips to make them red;
Or, on the Mat devoutly kneeling,
Wou'd lift her Eyes up to the Cieling,
And heave her Bofom, unaware,
For neighb'ring Beaux to fee it bare.

At length, a lucky Lover came,
And found Admittance to the Dame.
Suppose all Parties now agreed,

The Writings drawn, the Lawyer fee'd,
The Vicar and the Ring befpoke ;

Guefs, how could fuch a Match be broke?
See, then, what Mortals place their Bliss in
Next Norn, betimes, the Bride was miffing.
The Mother scream'd, the Father chid
Where can this idle Wench be hid?

;

No News of Phyl! The Bridegroom came,
And thought his Bride had fculk'd for Shame;
Becanfe her Father us❜d to fay

The Girl bad fuch a bashful Way.

Now John the Butler must be fent
To learn the Road that Phyllis went..
The Groom was wifh'd to faddle Crop;
For John muft neither light, nor stop,
But find her wherefoe'er fhe fled,
And bring her back Alive or Dead,
SEE here again the Devil to do ;..
For, truly, Jobn was miffing too;
The Horfe and Pillion both were gone!
Phyllis, it feems, was fled with John.

OLD Madam, who went up to find
What Papers Phyl had left behind,

A Letter on the Toilet fees,

To my

much Honour'd Father

Thefe.

('Tis always done, Romances tell us,
When Daughters run away with Fellows)
Fill'd with the choiceft Common-Places,
By others us'd in the like Cafes!

"That, long ago, a Fortune Teller

Exactly faid what now befel her
"And in a Glafs had made her to see
"A Serving-Man of low Degree.
"It was her Fate, must be forgiven,
"For Marriages were made in Heaven :
"His Pardon begg'd; but, to be plain,
"She'd do't if 'twere to do again.

"Thank'd God, twas neither Shame nor Sin,
"For John was come of honest Kin.
"Love never thinks of Rich and Poor,

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She'd beg with John from Door to Door.

Forgive her, if it be a Crime,

"She'll never do't another Time.

"She ne'er before in all her Life
"Once difobey'd him, Maid nor Wife.
"One Argument she fumm'd up all in,
"The Thing was done, and paft recalling;
"And therefore hop'd fhe fhould recover
"His Favour when his Paffion's over!
"She valu'd not what others thought her,
"And was --- his moft Obedient Daughter.

FAIR Maidens all attend the Muse,
Who now the wand'ring Pair pursues.

Away

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