Wide o'er the foaming billows

She cast a wistful look ; Her head was crown'd with willows,

That trembled o'er the brook.

“Twelve months are gone and over,

And nine long tedious days; Why didst thou, venturous lover,

Why didst thou trust the seas ?
Cease, cease, thou cruel Ocean,

And let my lover rest :
Ah! what's thy troubled motion

To that within my breast ?

“The merchant, robb’d of pleasure,

Sees tempests in despair;
But what's the loss of treasure,

To losing of my dear?
Sould you some coast be laid on,

Where gold and diamonds grow, You'd find a richer maiden,

But none that loves you so.

Rang'd cups, that in the window stood,
Lin'd with red rags to look like blood,
Did well his threefold trade explain,
Who shav'd, drew teeth, and breath'd a vein

The Goat he welcomes with an air,
And seats him in his wooden chair:
Mouth, nose, and cheek, the lather hides
Light, smooth, and swift, the razor glides.

" I hope your custom, sir," says Pug. “Sure never face was half sg smug!"

The Goat, impatient for applause, Swift to the neighboring hill withdraws. The shaggy people grinn'd and star'd. “ Heigh-day! what's here? without a beard' Say, brother, whence the dire disgrace What envious hand hath robb’d your face ?" When thus the fop, with smiles of scorn, “Are beards by civil nations worn ? Ev'n Muscovites have mow'd their chins. Shall we, like formal Capuchins, Stubborn in pride, retain the mode, And bear about the hairy load ? Whene'er we through the village stray, Are we not mock'd along the way, Insulted with loud shouts of scorn, By boys our beards disgrac'd and torn ?"

“ Were you no more with Goats to dwell, Brother, I grant you reason well," Replies a bearded chief. “ Beside, If boys can mortify thy pride, How wilt thou stand the ridicule Of our whole flock? Affected fool!"

Coxcombs, distinguish'd from the rest, To all but coxcombs are a jest.

“ How can they say that Nature

Has nothing made in vain ? Why then beneath the water

Should hideous rocks remain ? No eyes the rocks discover,

That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover,

And leave the maid to weep."

All melancholy lying,

Thus wail'd she for her dear; Repaid each blast with sighing,

Each billow with a tear; When o'er the white wave stooping,

His floating corpse she spied; Then, like a lily drooping,

She bow'd her head, and died.

FABLE.
THE GOAT WITHOUT A BEARD.

"Tis certain that the modish passions
Descend among the crowd like fashions.
Excuse me, then, if pride, conceit
(The manners of the fair and great)
I give to monkeys, asses, dogs,

Fleas, owls, goats, butterflies, and hogs 1 1 say that these are proud : what then! I never said they equal men.

A Goat (as vain as Goat can be)
Affected singularity:
Whene'er a thymy bank he found,
He rolld upon the fragrant ground,
And then with fond attention stood,
Fix'd o'er his image in the flood.

· I hate my frowzy beard," he cries,
My youth is lost in this disguise.
Did not the females know my vigor,
Well might they lothe this reverend figure."

Resolv'd to smooth his shaggy face,
He sought the barber of the place.
A flippant monkey, spruce and smart,
Hard by, profess'd the dapper art:
His pole with pewter-basons hung,
Black rotten teeth in order strung,

FABLE.
THE UNIVERSAL APPARITION.
A RAKE, by every passion rul'd,
With every vice his youth had cool'd ;
Disease, his tainted blood assails ;
His spirits droop, his vigor fails :
With secret ills at home he pines,
And, like infirm old age, declines.

As, twing'd with pain, he pensive sits,
And raves, and prays, and swears, by fits,
A ghastly Phantom, lean and wan,
Before him rose, and thus began:

My name, perhaps, hath reach'd your ear
Attend, and be advis'd by Care.
Nor love, nor honor, wealth, nor power,
Can give the heart a cheerful hour,
When health is lost. Be timely wise :
With health all taste of pleasure flies."

Thus said, the Phantom disappears.
The wary counsel wak'd his fears.
He now from all excess abstains,
With physic purifies his veins ;
And, to procure a sober life,
Resolves to venture on a wife.

But now again the Sprite ascends,
Where'er he walks, his ear attends,
Insinuates that beauty's frail,
That perseverance must prevail,
With jealousies his brain infames,
And whispers all her lovers' names.
In other hours she represents
His household charge, his annual rents.

Increasing debts, perplexing duns,
And nothing for his younger sons.

Straight all his thought to gain he turns,
And with the thirst of lucre burns.
But, when possess'd of Fortune's store,
The Spectre haunts him more and more ;
Sets want and misery in view,
Bold thieves, and all the murdering crew;
Alarms him with eternal frights,
Infests his dreams, or wakes his nights.
How shall he chase this hideous guest ?
Power may, perhaps, protect his rest.
To power he rose. Again the Sprite
Besels him morning, noon, and night;
Talks of Ambition's tottering seat,
How Envy persecutes the great;
Of rival hate, of treacherous friends,
And what disgrace his fall attends.

The court he quits, to fly from Care,
And seeks the peace of rural air;
His groves, his fields, amus'd his hours ;
He prun'd his trees, he rais'd his flowers ;
But Care again his steps pursues,
Warns him of blasts, of blighting dews,
Of plundering insects, snails, and rains,
And droughts that starv'd the labor'd plains.
Abroad, at home, the Spectre's there;
In vain we seek to fly from Care.

At length he thus the Ghost addrest :
“ Since thou must be my constant guest,
Be kind, and follow me no more ;
For Care, by right, should go before."

Next, to a senator addressing,
See this bank-note ; observe the blessing.
Breathe on the bill. Heigh, pass! "Tis gone."
Upon his lips a padlock shown.
A second puff the magic broke;
The padlock vanish'd, and he spoke.

Twelve bottles rang'd upon the board,
All full, with heady liquor stor d,
By clean conveyance disappear,
And now two bloody swords are there.

A purse she to a thief expos’d;
At once his ready fingers clos'd.
He opes his fist, the treasure's Red:
He sees a halter in its stead.

She bids Ambition hold a wand; He grasps a hatchet in his hand.

A box of charity she shows. “Blow here ;” and a church-warden blows. "Tis vanish'd with conveyance neat, And on the table smokes a treat.

She shakes the dice, the board she knocks, And from all pockets fills her box.

She next a meagre rake addrest.
“ This picture see; her shape, her breast!
What youth, and what inviting eyes!
Hold her, and have her.” With surprise,
His hand expos'd a box of pills,
And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills.

A counter, in a miser's hand,
Grew twenty guineas at command.
She bids his heir the sum retain,
And 'tis a counter now again.

A guinea with her touch you see,
Take every shape but Charity ;
And not one thing you saw, or drew,
But chang'd from what was first in view.

The Juggler now, in grief of heart,
With this submission own'd her art.

“Can I such matchless sleight withstand ? How practice hath improv'd your hand! But now and then I cheat the throng ; You every day, and all day long."

FABLE.

THE JUGGLERS.

FABLE.

THE HARE AND MANY FRIENDS.

A JUGGLER long through all the town
Had rais'd his fortune and renown;
You'd think (so far his art transcends)
The devil at his fingers' ends.

Vice heard his fame, she read his bill;
Convinc'd of his inferior skill,
She sought his booth, and from the crowd
Defied the man of art aloud.

“ Is this then he so fam'd for sleight!
Can this slow bungler cheat your sight?
Dares he with me dispute the prize ?
I leave it to impartial eyes.”.

Provok'd, the Juggler cried, “ 'Tis done ;
In science I submit to none."

Thus said, the cups and balls he play'd;
By turns this here, that there, convey'd.
The cards, obedient to his words,
Are by a fillip turn'd to birds.
His little boxes change the grain :
Trick after trick deludes the train.
He shakes his bag, he shows all fair;
His fingers spread, and nothing there ;
Then bids it rain with showers of gold;
And now his ivory eggs are told;
But, when from thence the hen he draws,
Amaz'd spectators hum applause.

Vice now stept forth, and took the place,
With all the forms of his grimace.

“ This magic looking-glass," she cries, “ (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes." Each eager eye the sight desir'd, And every man himself admir'd.

FRIENDSHIP, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint ihe flame. The child, whom many fathers share, Hath seldom known a father's care. "Tis thus in friendship; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.

A Hare who, in a civil way, Complied with every thing, like Gay, Was known by all the bestial train Who haunt the wood, or graze the plain; Her care was never to offend; And every creature was her friend.

As forth she went at early dawn, To taste the dew-besprinkled lawn, Behind she hears the hunter's cries, And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies. She starts, she stops, she pants for breath ; She hears the near advance of death; She doubles, to mislead the hound, And measures back her mazy round; Till, fainting in the public way, Half-dead with fear she gasping lay.

What transport in her bosom grew, When first the Horse appeard in view!

“Let me," says she, “ your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend. You know my feet betray my Aight: To friendship every burthen's light."

The Horse replied, “ Poor honest Puss,
It grieves my heart to see thee thus :
Be comforted, relief is near,
For all your friends are in the rear.”

She next the stately Bull implor'd;
And thus replied the mighty lord :
“ Since every beast alive can tell
That I sincerely wish you well,
I may, without offence, pretend
To take the freedom of a friend.
Love calls me hence; a favorite cow
Expects me near yon barley-mow;
And, when a lady's in the case,
You know, all other things give place.
To leave you thus might seem unkind;
But, see, the Goat is just behind.”

The Goat remark’d, her pulse was high,
Her languid head, her heavy eye:
“ My back," says he, “ may do you harm;
The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm."

The Sheep was feeble, and complain'd, His sides a load of wool sustain'd; Said he was slow, confess'd his fears ; For Hounds eat Sheep as well as Hares.

She now the trotting Calf address'd, To save from Death a friend distress'd.

“Shall I,” says he, “ of tender age, In this important care engage ? Older and abler pass'd you by ; How strong are those ! how weak am I! Should I presume to bear you hence, Those friends of mine may take offence. Excuse me, then; you know my heart; But dearest friends, alas! must part. How shall we all lament! Adieu ; For, see, the Hounds are just in view."

“ That queen," he said, “ to whom we owe
Sweet peace, that maketh riches flow;
That queen, who eas'd our tax of late,
Was dead, alas and lay in state."

At this, in tears was Cicely seen,
Buxoma tore her pinners clean,
In doleful dumps stood every clown,
The parson rent his band and gown.

For me, when as I heard that Death
Had snatch'd queen Anne to Elizabeth,
I broke my reed, and, sighing, swore,
I'd weep for Blouzelind no more.

While thus we stood as in a stound, And wet with tears, like dew, the ground, Full soon by bonfire and by bell We learnt our liege was passing well. A skilful leach (so God him speed) They said, had wrought this blessed deed. This leach Arbuthnot was yclept, Who many a night not once had slept; But watch'd our gracious sovereign still; For who could rest when she was ill? Oh, may'st thou henceforth sweetly sleep! Shear, swains, oh! shear your softest sheep, To swell his couch ; for, well I ween, He sav'd the realm, who sav'd the queen.

Quoth I, “ Please God, I'll hie with glee To court, this Arbuthnot to see.” I sold my sheep, and lambkins too, For silver loops and garment blue; My boxen hautboy, sweet of sound, For lace that edg'd mine hat around; For Lightfoot, and my scrip, I got A gorgeous sword, and eke a knot.

So forth I far'd to court with speed,
Of soldier's drum withouten dreed ;
For peace allays the shepherd's fear
Of wearing cap of grenadier.

There saw I ladies all a-row,
Before their queen in seemly show
No more I'll sing Buxoma brown,
Like Goldfinch in her Sunday gówn;
Nor Clumsilis, nor Marian bright,
Nor damsel that Hobnelia hight.
But Lansdowne, fresh as flower of May,
And Berkeley, lady blithe and gay ;
And Anglesea, whose speech exceeds
The voice of pipe, or oaten reeds;
And blooming Hyde, with eyes so rare;
And Montague beyond compare :
Such ladies fair would I depaint,
In roundelay or sonnet quaint.

There many a worthy wight I've seen,
In ribbon blue and ribbon green:
As Oxford, who a wand doth bear,
Like Moses, in our Bibles fair ;
Who for our traffic forms designs,
And gives to Britain Indian mines.
Now, shepherds, clip your fleecy care ;
Ye maids, your spinning-wheels prepare ;
Ye weavers, all your shuttles throw,
And bid broad-cloths and serges grow;
For trading free shall thrive again,
Nor leasings lewd affright the swain.

There saw I St. John, sweet of mien Full stedfast both to church and queen ; With whose fair name I'll deck my strain ; St. John, right courteous to the swain.

For thus he told me on a day, “Trim are thy sonnets, gentle Gay;

THE SHEPHERD'S WEEK,

IN SIX PASTORALS.

1714. WITH THE AUTHOR'S NOTES.

-Libeat mihi sordida rura, Atque humiles habitare casas.-Virg.

PROLOGUE, TO THE RIGHT HON.
THE LORD VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE.

Lo, I, who erst beneath a tree
Sung Bumkinet and Bowzybee,
And Blouzelind and Marian bright,
In apron blue, or apron white,
Now write my sonnets in a book,
For my good lord of Boling broke.

As lads and lasses stood around
To hear my boxen hautboy sound,
Our clerk came posting o'er the green
With doleful tidings of the queen ;