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+      THE TALES AND NOVELS OF LA FONTAINE
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+      THE TALES AND NOVELS OF LA FONTAINE
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+
+Project Gutenberg's The Tales and Novels, Complete, by Jean de La Fontaine
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+
+Title: The Tales and Novels, Complete
+
+Author: Jean de La Fontaine
+
+Illustrators: Eisen, Lenart, Boudler, Pater and Others
+
+Release Date: September 21, 2004 [EBook #5300]
+Last Updated: February 28, 2018
+
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALES AND NOVELS, COMPLETE ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+</pre>
+
+ <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+
+<p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+<hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <h1>
+      THE TALES AND NOVELS
+    </h1>
+    <h1>
+      OF
+    </h1>
+    <h1>
+      J. DE LA FONTAINE
+    </h1>
+
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/frontpiece.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="frontpiece " /><br />
+    </div>
+
+    <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/0027m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0027m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0027.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </p>
+
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0015m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0015m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0015.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p class="toc">
+        <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#FONTAINE_LIFE">LA FONTAINE'S LIFE</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#PREFACE">PREFACE</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Joconde">Joconde</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Cudgelled_and">The Cudgelled and Contented Cuckold</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Husband_Confessor">The Husband Confessor</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Cobbler">The Cobbler</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Peasant_and">The Peasant and His Angry Lord</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Muleteer">The Muleteer</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Servant_Girl">The Servant Girl Justified</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Three_Gossips">The Three Gossips' Wager</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Old_Man_Calendar">The Old Man's Calendar</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Avaricious_Wife">The Avaricious Wife and Tricking Gallant</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Jealous_Husband">The Jealous Husband</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Gascon_Punished">The Gascon Punished</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Princess_Bethrothed">The Princess Betrothed to the King of
+        Garba</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Magick_Cup">The Magick Cup</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Falcon">The Falcon</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Little_Dog">The Little Dog</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Eel_Pie">The Eel Pie</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Magnificent">The Magnificent</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Ephesian_Matron">The Ephesian Matron</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Belphegor">Belphegor</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Little_Bell">The Little Bell</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Glutton">The Glutton</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Two_Friends">The Two Friends</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Country_Justice">The Country Justice</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Alice_Sick">Alice Sick</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Kiss_Returned">The Kiss Returned</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Sister_Jane">Sister Jane</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#An_Imitation">An Imitation of Anacreon</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Another_Imitation">Another Imitation of Anacreon</a> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#PREFACE_2">PREFACE</a> (To The Second Book)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Friar_Phillip">Friar Philip's Geese</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Richard_Minutolo">Richard Minutolo</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Monks_of_Catalonia">The Monks of Catalonia</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Cradle">The Cradle</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#St._Julian">St. Julian's Prayer</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Countryman_Who">The Countryman Who Sought His Calf</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Hans_Carvel">Hans Carvel's Ring</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Hermit">The Hermit</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Convent_Gardener">The Convent Gardener of Lamporechio</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Mandrake">The Mandrake</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Rhemese">The Rhemese</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Amorous_Courtesan">The Amorous Courtesan</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Nicaise">Nicaise</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Progress_of_Wit">The Progress of Wit</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Sick_Abbess">The Sick Abbess</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Truckers">The Truckers</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Case_of_Conscience">The Case of Conscience</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Devil_of_Pope">The Devil of Pope-fig Island</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Feronde">Feronde</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Psalter">The Psalter</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#King_Candaules">King Candaules and the Doctor of Laws</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Devil_in_Hell">The Devil in Hell</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#peter">Neighbour Peter's Mare</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Spectacles">The Spectacles</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Bucking_Tub">The Bucking Tub</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Impossible_Thing">The Impossible Thing</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Picture">The Picture</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Pack-Saddle">The Pack-Saddle</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Earmaker">The Ear-maker, and the Mould-mender</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#River_Scamander">The River Scamander</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Confidant_Without">The Confidant Without Knowing It, or the
+        Stratagem</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Clyster">The Clyster</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Indiscreet_Confession">The Indiscreet Confession</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Contract">The Contract</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Quid_Pro_Quo">The Quid Pro Quo, or the Mistakes</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Dress-Maker">The Dress-maker</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Gascon">The Gascon</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Pitcher">The Pitcher</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#To_Promise">To Promise is One Thing, to Keep It, Another</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Nightingale">The Nightingale</a>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        <a href="#Epitaph">Epitaph of La Fontaine</a>
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/0029m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0029m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0029.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <h2>
+      LIFE OF
+    </h2>
+    <h2>
+      <a name="FONTAINE_LIFE" id="FONTAINE_LIFE"></a>JEAN DE LA FONTAINE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jean de La Fontaine was born on the 8th of July, 1621, at Chateau-Thierry,
+      and his family held a respectable position there.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His education was neglected, but he had received that genius which makes
+      amends for all. While still young the tedium of society led him into
+      retirement, from which a taste for independence afterwards withdrew him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He had reached the age of twenty-two, when a few sounds from the lyre of
+      Malherbe, heard by accident, awoke in him the muse which slept.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He soon became acquainted with the best models: Pheedrus, Virgil, Horace
+      and Terence amongst the Latins; Plutarch, Homer and Plato, amongst the
+      Greeks; Rabelais, Marot and d'Urfe, amongst the French; Tasso, Ariosto and
+      Boccaccio, amongst the Italians.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He married, in compliance with the wishes of his family, a beautiful,
+      witty and chaste woman, who drove him to despair.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was sought after and cherished by all distinguished men of letters. But
+      it was two Ladies who kept him from experiencing the pangs of poverty.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      La Fontaine, if there remain anything of thee, and if it be permitted to
+      thee for a moment to soar above all time; see the names of La Sabliere and
+      of Hervard pass with thine to the ages to come!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The life of La Fontaine was, so to speak, only one of continual
+      distraction. In the midst of society, he was absent from it. Regarded
+      almost as an imbecile by the crowd, this clever author, this amiable man,
+      only permitted himself to be seen at intervals and by friends.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He had few books and few friends.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Amongst a large number of works that he has left, everyone knows his
+      fables and his tales, and the circumstances of his life are written in a
+      hundred places.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He died on the 16th of March, 1695.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Let us keep silence about his last moments, for fear of irritating those
+      who never forgive.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His fellow-citizens honour him in his posterity to this day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Long after his death, foreigners went to visit the room which he had
+      occupied.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Once a year, I shall go to visit his tomb.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On that day, I shall tear up a fable of La Mothe, a tale of Vergier, or
+      several of the best pages of Grecourt.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was buried in the cemetery of Saint-Joseph, by the side of Moliere.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      That spot will always be held sacred by poets and people of taste. <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      <a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE
+    </h2>
+    <h2>
+      TO THE FIRST VOLUME OF THESE TALES
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      I had resolved not to consent to the printing of these Tales, until after
+      I had joined to them those of Boccaccio, which are those most to my taste;
+      but several persons have advised me to produce at once what I have
+      remaining of these trifles, in order to prevent from cooling the curiosity
+      to see them, which is still in its first ardour. I gave way to this advice
+      without much difficulty, and I have thought well to profit by the
+      occasion. Not only is that permitted me, but it would be vanity on my part
+      to despise such an advantage. It has sufficed me to wish that no one
+      should be imposed upon in my favour, and to follow a road contrary to that
+      of certain persons, who only make friends in order to gain voices in their
+      favour by their means; creatures of the Cabal, very different from that
+      Spaniard who prided himself on being the son of his own works. Although I
+      may still be as much in want of these artifices as any other person, I
+      cannot bring myself to resolve to employ them; however I shall accommodate
+      myself if possible to the taste of the times, instructed as I am by my own
+      experience, that there is nothing which is more necessary. Indeed one
+      cannot say that all seasons are suitable for all classes of books. We have
+      seen the Roundelays, the Metamorphoses, the Crambos, reign one after
+      another. At present, these gallantries are out of date and nobody cares
+      about them: so certain is it that what pleases at one time may not please
+      at another! It only belongs to works of truly solid merit and sovereign
+      beauty, to be well received by all minds and in all ages, without
+      possessing any other passport than the sole merit with which they are
+      filled. As mine are so far distant from such a high degree of perfection,
+      prudence advises that I should keep them in my cabinet unless I choose
+      well my own time for producing them. This is what I have done, or what I
+      have tried to do in this edition, in which I have only added new Tales,
+      because it seemed to me that people were prepared to take pleasure in
+      them. There are some which I have extended, and others which I have
+      abridged, only for the sake of diversifying them and making them less
+      tedious. But I am occupying myself over matters about which perhaps people
+      will take no notice, whilst I have reason to apprehend much more important
+      objections. There are only two principal ones which can be made against
+      me; the one that this book is licentious; the other that it does not
+      sufficiently spare the fair sex. With regard to the first, I say boldly
+      that the nature of what is understood as a tale decided that it should be
+      so, it being an indispensable law according to Horace, or rather according
+      to reason and common sense, that one must conform one's self to the nature
+      of the things about which one writes. Now, that I should be permitted to
+      write about these as so many others have done and with success I do not
+      believe it can be doubted; and people cannot condemn me for so doing,
+      without also condemning Ariosto before me and the Ancients before Ariosto.
+      It may be said that I should have done better to have suppressed certain
+      details, or at least to have disguised them. Nothing was more easy, but it
+      would have weakened the tale and taken away some of its charm: So much
+      circumspection is only necessary in works which promise great discretion
+      from the beginning, either by their subject or by the manner in which they
+      are treated. I confess that it is necessary to keep within certain limits,
+      and that the narrowest are the best; also it must be allowed me that to be
+      too scrupulous would spoil all. He who would wish to reduce Boccaccio to
+      the same modesty as Virgil, would assuredly produce nothing worth having,
+      and would sin against the laws of propriety by setting himself the task to
+      observe them. For in order that one may not make a mistake in matters of
+      verse and prose, extreme modesty and propriety are two very different
+      things. Cicero makes the latter consist in saying what is appropriate one
+      should say, considering the place, the time, and the persons to whom one
+      is speaking. This principle once admitted, it is not a fault of judgment
+      to entertain the people of to-day with Tales which are a little broad.
+      Neither do I sin in that against morality. If there is anything in our
+      writings which is capable of making an impression on the mind, it is by no
+      means the gaiety of these Tales; it passes off lightly; I should rather
+      fear a tranquil melancholy, into which the most chaste and modest novels
+      are very capable of plunging us, and which is a great preparation for
+      love. As to the second objection, by which people reproach me that this
+      book does wrong to womankind, they would be right if I were speaking
+      seriously: but who does not see that this is all in jest, and consequently
+      cannot injure? We must not be afraid on that account that marriages in the
+      future will be less frequent, and husbands more on their guard. It may
+      still be objected that these Tales are unfounded or that they have
+      everywhere a foundation easy to destroy; in short that they are
+      absurdities and have not the least tinge of probability. I reply in a few
+      words that I have my authorities: and besides it is neither truth nor
+      probability which makes the beauty and the charm of these Tales: it is
+      only the manner of telling them. These are the principal points on which I
+      have thought it necessary to defend myself. I abandon the rest to the
+      censors; the more so as it would be an infinite undertaking to pretend to
+      reply to all. Criticism never stops short nor ever wants for subjects on
+      which to exercise itself: even if those I am able to foresee were taken
+      from it, it would soon have discovered others. <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <h1>
+      TALES AND NOVELS
+    </h1>
+    <h1>
+      OF
+    </h1>
+    <h1>
+      J. DE LA FONTAINE
+    </h1>
+
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </p>
+
+
+
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Joconde" id="Joconde"></a>JOCONDE
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>N Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each FAIR, with anxious look, his favours sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry heart within his net was caught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite proud of beauteous form and smart address,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which the world was led to acquiesce,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He cried one day, while ALL attention paid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll bet a million, Nature never made
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beneath the sun, another man like me,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose symmetry with mine can well agree.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If such exist, and here will come, I swear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll show him ev'ry lib'ral princely care. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A noble Roman, who the challenge heard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This answer gave the king his soul preferr'd
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &mdash;Great prince, if you would see a handsome man,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have my brother here should be your plan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A frame more perfect Nature never gave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But this to prove, your courtly dames I crave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        May judge the fact, when I'm convinc'd they'll find:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like you, the youth will please all womankind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And since so many sweets at once may cloy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere well to have a partner in your joy. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE king, surpris'd, expressed a wish to view
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This brother, form'd by lines so very true;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll see, said he, if here his charms divine
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attract the heart of ev'ry nymph, like mine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And should success attend our am'rous lord,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To you, my friend, full credit we'll accord. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AWAY the Roman flew, Joconde to get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (So nam'd was he in whom these features met;)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Midst woods and lawns, retir'd from city strife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And lately wedded to a beauteous wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If bless'd, I know not; but with such a fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On him must rest the folly to despair. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE Roman courtier came, his business told
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The brilliant offers from the monarch bold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His mission had success, but still the youth
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Distraction felt, which 'gan to shake his truth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pow'rful monarch's favour there he view'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A partner here, with melting tears bedew'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while he wavered on the painful choice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She thus address'd her spouse with plaintive voice: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0032m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0032m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0032.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        CAN you, Joconde, so truly cruel prove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To quit my fervent love in courts to move?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The promises of kings are airy dreams,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scarcely last beyond the day's extremes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By watchful, anxious care alone retain'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And lost, through mere caprice, as soon as gain'd.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If weary of my charms, alas! you feel,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still think, my love, what joys these woods conceal;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here dwell around tranquillity and ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The streams' soft murmurs, and the balmy breeze,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Invite to sleep; these vales where breathe the doves,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All, all, my dear Joconde, renew our loves;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You laugh!&mdash;Ah! cruel, go, expose thy charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Grim death will quickly spare me these alarms! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        JOCONDE'S reply our records ne'er relate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor what he did, nor how he left his mate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And since contemp'raries decline the task;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere folly, such details of me to ask.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We're told, howe'er, when ready to depart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With flowing tears she press'd him to her heart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on his arm a brilliant bracelet plac'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With hair around her picture nicely trac'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This guard in full remembrance of my love,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She cried;&mdash;then clasped her hands to pow'rs above. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO see such dire distress, and poignant grief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might lead to think, soon death would bring relief;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I, who know full well the female mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At best oft doubt affliction of the kind. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        JOCONDE set out at length; but that same morn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As on he mov'd, his soul with anguish torn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He found the picture he had quite forgot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then turn'd his steed, and back began to trot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While musing what excuse to make his mate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At home he soon arriv'd, and op'd the gate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alighted unobserv'd, ran up the stairs;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ent'ring to the lady unawares,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He found this darling rib, so full of charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Intwin'd within a valet's brawny arms! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'MIDST first emotions of the husband's ire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To stab them while asleep he felt desire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, he nothing did; the courteous wight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this dilemma, clearly acted right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The less of such misfortunes said is best;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere well the soul of feeling to divest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their lives, through pity, or prudential care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With much reluctance, he was led to spare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Asleep he left the pair, for if awake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In honour, he a diff'rent step would take.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had any smart gallant supplied my place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, I might put up with this disgrace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But naught consoles the thought of such a beast;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dan Cupid wantons, or is blind at least;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A bet, or some such whim, induc'd the god,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give his sanction to amours so odd. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS perfidy Joconde so much dismay'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His spirits droop'd, his lilies 'gan to fade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more he look'd the charmer he had been;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when the court's gay dames his face had seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They cried, Is this the beauty, we were told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would captivate each heart, or young or old?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, he's the jaundice; ev'ry view displays
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mien of one,&mdash;just fasted forty days! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0036m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0036m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0036.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        WITH secret pleasure, this, Astolphus learn'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Roman, for his brother, risks discern'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose secret griefs were carefully conceal'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (And these Joconde could never wish reveal'd;)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, spite of gloomy looks and hollow eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His graceful features pierc'd the wan disguise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which fail'd to please, alone through want of life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Destroy'd by thinking on a guilty wife. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE god of love, in pity to our swain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At last revok'd BLACK CARE'S corroding reign;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, doubtless, in his views he oft was cross'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While such a lover to the world was lost. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE hero of our tale, at length, we find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was well rewarded: LOVE again proved kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, musing as he walk'd alone one day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And pass'd a gall'ry, (held a secret way,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A voice in plaintive accents caught his ear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from the neighb'ring closet came, 'twas clear:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My dear Curtade, my only hope below,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In vain I love;&mdash;you colder, colder grow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While round no fair can boast so fine a face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And numbers wish they might supply thy place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whilst thou with some gay page prefer'st a bet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or game of dice with some low, vulgar set,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To meeting me alone; and when just now
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To thee I sent, with rage thou knit'st thy brow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Dorimene, with ev'ry curse abus'd
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then played again, since better that amus'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And left me here, as if not worth a thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or thou didst scorn what I so fondly sought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ASTONISHMENT, at once, our Roman seiz'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But who's the fair that thus her bosom eas'd?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or, who's the gay Adonis, form'd to bless?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'd try a day, and not the secret guess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The queen's the belle:&mdash;and, doubtless you will stare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The king's own dwarf the idol of her care! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE Roman saw a crevice in the wood,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through which he took a peep from where he stood;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Dorimene our lovers left the key,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which she had dropt when lately forc'd to flee,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this Joconde pick'd up, a lucky hit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since he could use it when he best thought fit.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It seems, said he, I'm not alone in name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And since a prince so handsome is the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Although a valet has supplied my place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet see, the queen prefers a dwarf's embrace. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS thought consol'd so well,&mdash;his youthful rays
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Returned, and e'en excelled his former days;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And those who lately ridicul'd his charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now anxious seem'd to revel in his arms
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas who could have him,&mdash;even prudes grew kind;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By many belles Astolphus was resign'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though still the king retain'd enough, 'twas seen;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now let us resume the dwarf and queen. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR Roman, having satisfied his eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length withdrew, confounded by surprise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who follows courts, must oft with care conceal,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scarcely know what sight and ears reveal. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YET, by Joconde the king was lov'd so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What now he'd seen he greatly wish'd to tell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, since to princes full respect is due,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what concerns them, howsoever true,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If thought displeasing, should not be dispos'd
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In terms direct, but obviously dispos'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To catch the mind, Joconde at ease detail'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From days of yore to those he now bewail'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The names of emp'rors and of kings, whose brows,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By wily wives, were crown'd with leafless boughs!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And who, without repining, view'd their lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor bad made worse, but thought things best forgot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en I, who now your majesty address,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Continued he, am sorry to confess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very day I left my native earth, <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To wait upon a prince of royal birth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was forced t'acknowledge cuckoldom among
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gods who rule the matrimonial throng,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sacrifice thereto with aching heart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cornuted heads dire torments oft impart: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE tale he then detail'd, that rais'd his spleen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what within the closet he had seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The king replied, I will not be so rude,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To question what so clearly you have view'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, since 'twere better full belief to gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A glimpse of such a fact I should obtain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray bring me thither; instantly our wight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Astolphus led, where both his ears and sight
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Full proof receiv'd, which struck the prince with awe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who stood amaz'd at what he heard and saw.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But soon reflection's all-convincing pow'r
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Induced the king vexation to devour;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        True courtier-like, who dire misfortunes braves,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Feels sprouting horns, yet smiles at fools and knaves:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our wives, said he, a pretty trick have play'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And shamefully the marriage bed betray'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let us the compliment return, my friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And round the country our amours extend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, in our plan the better to succeed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our names we'll change; no servants we shall need;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For your relation I desire to pass,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So you'll true freedom use; then with a lass
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We more at ease shall feel, more pleasure gain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than if attended by my usual train. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        JOCONDE with joy the king's proposal heard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which the latter with his friend conferr'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, 'twere surely right to have a book,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which to place the names of those we hook,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole arrang'd according to their rank,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I'll engage no page remains a blank,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But ere we leave the range of our design,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en scrup'lous dames shall to our wish incline,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our persons handsome, with engaging air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sprightly, brilliant wit no trifling share,&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere strange, possessing such engaging charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They should not tumble freely in our arms. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE baggage ready, and the paper-book,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        our smart gallants the road together took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But 'twould be vain to number their amours;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With beauties, Cupid favoured them by scores;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Blessed, if only seen by either swain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And doubly bless'd who could attention gain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor wife of alderman, nor wife of mayor,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of justice, nor of governor was there,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who did not anxiously desire her name
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might straight be entered in the book of fame!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hearts, which before were thought as cold as ice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now warm'd at once and melted in a trice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SOME infidel, I fancy, in my ear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would whisper-probabilities, I fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are rather wanting to support the fact;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        However perfectly gallants may act,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gain a heart requires full many a day
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If more be requisite I cannot say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis not my plan to dupe or young or old,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But such to me, howe'er the tale is told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Ariosto never truth forsakes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, if at ev'ry step a writer takes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He's closely question'd as to time and place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He ne'er can end his work with easy grace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To those, from whom just credence I receive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their tales I promise fully to believe. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, when our advent'rers round had play'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And danc'd with ev'ry widow, wife, and maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The full blown lily and the tender rose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Astolphus said, though clearly I suppose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We can as many hearts securely link,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As e'er we like, yet better now, I think,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To stop a while in some delightful spot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that before satiety we've got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For true it is, with love as with our meat;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If we, variety of dishes eat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The doctors tell us inj'ry will ensue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And too much raking none can well pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let us some pleasing fair-one then engage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To serve us both:&mdash;enough she'll prove I'll wage. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        JOCONDE at once replied, with all my heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I a lady know who'll take the part;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She's beautiful; possesses store of wit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And is the wife of one above a cit. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH such to meddle would be indiscreet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Replied the king, more charms we often meet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beneath a chambermaid or laundress' dress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than any rich coquette can well possess.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, with those, less form is oft requir'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While dames of quality must be admir'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their whims complied with, though suspicions rise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry hour produces fresh surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But this sweet charmer of inferior birth
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A treasure proves; a source of bliss on earth.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No trouble she to carry here nor there;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No balls she visits, and requires no care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The conquest easy, we may talk or not;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The only difficulty we have got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is how to find one, we may faithful view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So let us choose a girl, to love quite new. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SINCE these, replied the YOUTH, your thoughts appear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What think you of our landlord's daughter here?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That she's a perfect virgin I've no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor can we find a chaster round about;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her very doll more innocent won't prove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than this sweet nymph design'd with us to move. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE scheme our prince's approbation met;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very girl, said he, I wish'd to get;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This night be our attack; and if her heart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Surrenders when our wishes we impart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But one perplexity will then remain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis who her virgin favours shall obtain?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honour 's all a whim, and I, as king,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once assuredly should claim this thing:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rest 'tis very easy to arrange;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As matters suit we presently can change. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF ceremony 'twere, Joconde replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All cavil then we quickly could decide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Precedence would no doubt with you remain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But this is quite another case 'tis plain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And equity demands that we agree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By lot to settle which the man shall be. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE noble youths no arguments would spare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And each contended for the spoiler's care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er Joconde obtained the lucky hit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And first embrac'd this fancied dainty bit. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE girl who was the noble rival's aim,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That ev'ning to the room for something came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our heroes gave her instantly a chair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And lavished praises on her face and hair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A diamond ring soon sparkled in her eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Its pleasing pow'rs at sight obtain'd the prize. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE bargain made, she, in the dead of night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When silence reign'd and all was void of light,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With careful steps their anxious wish obey'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'tween them both, she presently was laid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas Paradise they thought, where all is nice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And our young spark believ'd he broke the ice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE folly I forgive him;&mdash;'tis in vain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this to reason&mdash;idle to complain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The WISE have oft been dup'd it is confest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Solomon it seems among the rest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But gay Joconde felt nothing of the kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A secret pleasure glow'd within his mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He thought Astolphus wond'rous bliss had missed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that himself alone the fair had kiss'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A clod howe'er, who liv'd within the place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had, prior to the Roman, her embrace. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE soft amour extended through the night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl was pleas'd, and all proceeded right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The foll'wing night, the next, 'twas still the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young Clod at length her coldness 'gan to blame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as he felt suspicious of the act,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He watch'd her steps and verified the fact:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A quarrel instantly between them rose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er the fair, his anger to compose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And favour not to lose, on honour vow'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That when the sparks were gone, and time allow'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She would oblige his craving, fierce desire;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To which the village lad replied with ire:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray what care I for any tavern guest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of either sex; to you I now protest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If I be not indulg'd this very night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll publish your amours in mere despite. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOW can we manage it, replied the belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm quite distressed&mdash;indeed the truth to tell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've promis'd them this night to come again,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if I fail, no doubt can then remain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I shall lose the ring, their pledg'd reward,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which would, you know for me, be very hard. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO you I wish the ring, replied young Clod,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But do they sleep in bed, or only nod?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Tell me, pray; oh, said she, they sleep most sound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But then between them plac'd shall I be found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while the one amidst Love's frolicks sports,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other quiet lies, or Morpheus courts.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On hearing this the rustick lad proposed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To visit her when others' eyes were closed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oh! never risk it, quickly she replied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere folly to attempt it by their side.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He answer'd, never fear, but only leave
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The door ajar, and me they'll not perceive. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE door she left exactly as he said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spark arriv'd, and then approach'd the bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ('Twas near the foot,) then 'tween the sheets he slid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But God knows how he lay, or what he did.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Astolphus and Joconde ne'er smelt a rat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor ever dreamt of what their girl was at,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length when each had turn'd and op'd his eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Continual movement fill'd him with surprise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The monarch softly said:&mdash;why how is this?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My friend has eaten something, for in bliss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He revels on, and truly much I fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His health will show, it may be bought too dear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS very sentiment Joconde bethought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Clod a breathing moment having caught,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resum'd his fun, and that so oft would seek:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He gratified his wishes for a week;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then watching carefully, he found once more;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our noble heroes had begun to snore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which he slyly took himself away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The road he came, and ere 'twas break of day;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl soon follow'd, since she justly fear'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still more fatigues:&mdash;so off she quickly steer'd, <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length when both the nobles were awake;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Astolphus said, my friend you rest should take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere better till to-morrow keep in bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since sleep, with such fatigues, of course has fled:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You talk at random, cried the Roman youth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More rest I fancy you require in truth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You've led a pretty life throughout the night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I? said the king; why I was weary quite,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So long I waited; you no respite gave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But wholly seem'd our little nymph t' enslave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length to try if I from rage could keep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I turn'd my back once more, and went to sleep.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you had willingly the belle resign'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I was, my friend, to take a turn inclin'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That had sufficed for me, since I, like you,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perpetual motion never can pursue. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0048m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0048m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0048.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        YOUR raillery, the Roman youth replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite disconcerted, pray now lay aside,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And talk of something else; you've fully shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That I'm your vassal, and since you are grown
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So fond that you to keep the girl desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en wholly to yourself, why I'll retire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Do with her what you please, and we shall see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How long this furor will with you agree. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT may, replied the king, for ever last,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If ev'ry night like this, I'm doom'd to fast. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SIRE, said Joconde, no longer let us thus,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In terms of playful raillery discuss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since such your pleasure, send me from your view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this the youthful monarch angry grew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many words between the friends arose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The presence of the nymph Astolphus chose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her they said, between us judge, sweet fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And every thing was stated then with care. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE girl with blushing cheeks before them kneel'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And the mysterious tale at once reveal'd.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our heroes laugh'd; the treach'ry vile excus'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gave the ring, which much delight diffus'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Together with a handsome sum of gold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which soon a husband in her train enroll'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, for a maid, the pretty fair-one took;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then our heroes wand'ring pranks forsook,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With laurels cover'd, which in future times,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will make them famous through the Western climes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More glorious since, they only cost, we find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those sweet ATTENTIONS pleasing to the MIND. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So many conquests proud of having made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And over full the BOOK of&mdash;those who'd play'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said gay Astolphus we will now, my friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Return the shortest road and poaching end;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If false our mates, yet we'll console ourselves,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That many others have inconstant elves.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps, in things a change will be one day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And only tender flames LOVE'S torch display;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now it seems some evil star presides,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Hymen's flock the devil surely rides.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, vile fiends the universe pervade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose constant aim is mortals to degrade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And cheat us to our noses if they can,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Hell's imps in human shape, disgrace to man!)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps these wretches have bewitch'd our wives,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And made us fancy errors in their lives.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then let us like good citizens, our days
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In future pass amidst domestick ways;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our absence may indeed restore their hearts,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For jealousy oft virtuous truths imparts. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN this Astolphus certainly believ'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friends return'd, and kindly were receiv'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A little scolding first assail'd the ear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But blissful kisses banish'd ev'ry fear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To balls and banquets ALL themselves resigned;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of dwarf or valet nothing more we find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each with his wife contentedly remained:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis thus alone true happiness is gained. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Cudgelled_and" id="Cudgelled_and"></a>THE CUDGELLED AND
+      </h2>
+      <h2>
+        CONTENTED CUCKOLD
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0054m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0054m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0054.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>OME time ago from Rome, in smart array,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A younger brother homeward bent his way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not much improved, as frequently the case
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With those who travel to that famous place.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon the road oft finding, where he stayed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delightful wines, and handsome belle or maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With careless ease he loitered up and down.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One day there passed him in a country town,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attended by a page, a lady fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose charming form and all-engaging air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once his bosom fired with fond desire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nearer still, her beauties to admire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He most gallantly saw her safely home;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attentions charm the sex where'er we roam. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR thoughtless rambler pleasures always sought:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From Rome this spark had num'rous pardons brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But,&mdash;as to virtues (this too oft we find),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd left them,&mdash;with his HOLINESS behind! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lady was, by ev'ry one, confessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of beauty, youth, and elegance possessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She wanted naught to form her bliss below,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But one whose love would ever fondly flow. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        INDEED so fickle proved this giddy youth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That nothing long would please his heart or tooth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er he earnestly inquired her name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry other circumstance the same.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She's lady, they replied, to great 'squire Good,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who's almost bald from age 'tis understood;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But as he's rich, and high in rank appears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why that's a recompense you know for years. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE facts our young gallant no sooner gained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But ardent hopes at once he entertained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To wily plots his mind he quickly bent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to a neighb'ring town his servants sent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then, at the house where dwelled our noble 'squire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His humble services proposed for hire. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PRETENDING ev'ry sort of work he knew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He soon a fav'rite with old Square-toes grew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who (first advising with his charming mate),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Chief falc'ner made him o'er his fine estate. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE new domestick much the lady pleased;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He watched and eagerly the moment seized,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His ardent passion boldly to declare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which he showed a novice had no share. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TWAS managed well, for nothing but the chase,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could Square-toes tempt to quit her fond embrace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then our falc'ner must his steps attend:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very time he wished at home to spend.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady similar emotions showed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For opportunity their bosoms glowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And who will feel in argument so bold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When this I say, the contrary to hold?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length with pity Cupid saw the case,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And kindly lent his aid to their embrace. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE night the lady said, with eager eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My dear, among our servants, which d'ye prize,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For moral conduct most and upright heart?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this her spouse replied, the faithful part
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is with the falc'ner found, I must decide:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To him my life I'd readily confide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEN you are wrong, said she,&mdash;most truly so,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For he's a good-for-nothing wretch I know;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll scarcely credit it, but t'other day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He had the barefaced impudence to say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He loved me much, and then his passion pressed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd nearly fallen, I was so distressed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tear his eyes out, I designed at first,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And e'en to choke this wretch, of knaves the worst;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By prudence solely was I then restrained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For fear the world should think his point was gained. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE better then to prove his dark intent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I feigned an inclination to consent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in the garden, promised as to-night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd near the pear-tree meet this roguish wight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said I, my husband never moves from hence;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No jealous fancy, but to show the sense
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He entertains of my pure, virtuous life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fond affection for a loving wife.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus circumstanced, your wishes see are vain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless when he's asleep a march I gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And softly stealing from his torpid side,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With trembling steps I, to my lover, glide.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So things remain, my dear; an odd affair:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this Square-toes 'gan to curse and swear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But his fond rib most earnestly besought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His rage to stifle, as she clearly thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He might in person, if he'd take the pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Secure the rascal and redress obtain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You know, said she, the tree is near the door,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon the left and bears of fruit great store;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But if I may my sentiments express,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In cap and petticoats you'd best to dress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His insolence is great, and you'll be right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give your strokes with double force to night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well work his back; flat lay him on the ground:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A rascal! honourable ladies round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doubt he many times has served the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis such impostors characters defame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To rouse his wrath the story quite sufficed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spouse resolved to do as she advised.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er to dupe him was an easy lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hour arrived, his dress he soon had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away he ran with anxious fond delight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In hopes the wily spark to trap that night.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But no one there our easy fool could see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while he waited near the fav'rite tree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Half dead with cold, the falc'ner slyly stole,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her who had so well contrived the whole;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Time, place, and disposition, all combined
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The loving pair to mutual joys resigned.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When our expert gallant had with the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An hour or more indulged his ardent flame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though forced at length to quit the loving lass,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas not without the favourite parting glass;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He then the garden sought, where long the 'squire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon the knave had wished to vent his ire. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0060m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0060m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0060.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        NO sooner he the silly husband spied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But feigning 'twas the wily wife he eyed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once he cried,&mdash;ah, vilest of the sex!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are these thy tricks, so good a man to vex?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oh shame upon thee! thus to treat his love,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As pure as snow, descending from above.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I could not think thou hadst so base a heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But clear it is, thou need'st a friendly part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that I'll act: I asked this rendezvous
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With full intent to see if thou wert true;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, God be praised, without a loose design,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To plunge in luxuries pronounced divine.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Protect me Heav'n! poor sinner that I'm here!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To guard thy honour I will persevere.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My worthy master could I thus disgrace?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou wanton baggage with unblushing face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thee on the spot I'll instantly chastise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then thy husband of the fact advise. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE fierce harangue o'er Square-toes pleasure spread,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, mutt'ring 'tween his teeth, with fervour said:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O gracious Lord! to thee my thanks are due&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have a wife so chaste&mdash;a man so true!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But presently he felt upon his back
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The falc'ner's cudgel vigorously thwack,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who soundly basted him as on he ran,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gain the house, with terror, pale and wan. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE squire had wished his trusty man, no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had not, at cudgelling, been quite so stout;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since he showed himself so true a friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with his actions could such prudence blend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The master fully pardoned what he knew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And quickly to his wife in bed he flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When he related every thing that passed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were we, cried he, a hundred years to last,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My lovely dear, we ne'er on earth could find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A man so faithful, and so well inclined.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd have him take within our town a wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And you and I'll regard him during life.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In that, replied the lady, we agree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And heartily thereto I pledged will be. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Husband_Confessor" id="Husband_Confessor"></a>THE
+        HUSBAND-CONFESSOR
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0064m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0064m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0064.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HEN Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Italy young Arthur laurels gained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And oft such daring valour showed in fight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With ev'ry honour he was made a knight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The monarch placed the spur upon his heel,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That all around his proper worth might feel.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then household deities at home he sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where&mdash;not at prayers his beauteous dame he caught:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd left her, truly, quite dissolv'd in tears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now the belle had bid adieu to fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And oft was dancing joyously around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With all the company that could be found. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        GALLANTS in crowds Sir Arthur soon perceived;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At sight of these the knight was sorely grieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, turning in his mind how best to act;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried he, Can this be truly held a fact,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That I've been worthy while I'd fame in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of cuckoldom at home, and knighthood too?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It ought to be but half:&mdash;the truth let's know;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From constancy the purest blessings flow.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then like a father-confessor he dressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And took his seat where priests their flock confessed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His lady absolution sought that day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on her knees before him 'gan to pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The minor sins were told with downcast eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then for hearing those of larger size,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband-confessor prepared his ears:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, Good father, ('mid a flood of tears),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My bed receives, (the fault I fear's not slight,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A gentleman, a parson, and a knight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still more had followed, but, by rage o'ercome,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sir Arthur cut the thread, and she was mum;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though, doubtless, had the fair been let proceed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite long her Litany had been decreed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0068m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0068m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0068.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        THe husband, in a rage, exclaimed, thou jade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A parson, say'st thou? t'whom dost think thou'st made
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This curst confession?&mdash;To my spouse, cried she,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I saw you enter here, and came with glee,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Supposing you'd a trick to raise surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er 'tis strange that one so very wise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The riddle should not fully comprehend:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A KNIGHT, the king created you, my friend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A GENTLEMAN, your rank was long ago;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A PARSON, you have made yourself you know.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Goon heav'ns! exclaimed the knight, 'tis very clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I a blockhead surely must appear. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Cobbler" id="Cobbler"></a>THE COBBLER
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>E'RE told, that once a cobbler, BLASE by name;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wife had got, whose charms so high in fame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But as it happened, that their cash was spent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honest couple to a neighbour went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A corn-factor by trade, not overwise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To whom they stated facts without disguise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And begged, with falt'ring voice denoting care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That he, of wheat, would half a measure spare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon their note, which readily he gave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all advantages desired to wave. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE time for payment came; the money used;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cash our factor would not be refused;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of writs he talked, attorneys, and distress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The reason:&mdash;heav'n can tell, and you may guess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, 'twas clear our gay gallant desired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To cheer the wife, whose beauty all admired. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID he, what anxiously I wish to get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You've plenty stored, and never wanted yet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You surely know my meaning?&mdash;Yes, she cried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll turn it in my mind, and we'll decide
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How best to act. Away she quickly flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Blase informed, what Ninny had in view.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Zounds! said the cobbler, we must see, my dear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hook this little sum:&mdash;the way is clear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No risk I'm confident; for prithee run
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tell him I've a journey just begun;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That he may hither come and have his will;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But 'ere he touch thy lips, demand the bill;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'll not refuse the boon I'm very sure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Meantime, myself I'll hide and all secure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The note obtained, cough loudly, strong, and clear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Twice let it be, that I may plainly hear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then forth I'll sally from my lurking place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, spite of folly's frowns, prevent disgrace. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE plot succeeded as the pair desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cobbler laughed, and ALL his scheme admired: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0074m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0074m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0074.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        A purse-proud cit thereon observed and swore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere better to have coughed when all was o'er;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then you, all three, would have enjoyed your wish,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And been in future all as mute as fish. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OH! sir, replied the cobbler's wife at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Do you suppose that use can hope to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And like your ladies full of sense appear?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (For two were seated with his wedded dear;)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps my lady 'd act as you describe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But ev'ry one such prudence don't imbibe. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Peasant_and" id="Peasant_and"></a>THE PEASANT AND
+      </h2>
+
+      <h2>
+        HIS ANGRY LORD
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0080m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0080m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0080.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>NCE on a time, as hist'ry's page relates,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lord, possessed of many large estates,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was angry with a poor and humble clod,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who tilled his grounds and feared his very nod.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Th' offence (as often happens) was but small,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But on him, vowed the peer, his rage should fall&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, a halter, rascal, you deserve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll never from the gallows-turnpike swerve:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or, soon or late you swinging will be found
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, born for hanging, ever yet was drowned?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er you'll smile to hear my lenient voice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Observe, three punishments await your choice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Take which you will.&mdash;The first is, you shall eat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of strongest garlick, thirty heads complete;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No drink you'll have between, nor sleep, nor rest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You know a breach of promise I detest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or, on your shoulders further I propose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give you, with a cudgel, thirty blows.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or, if more pleasing, that you truly pay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sum of thirty pounds without delay. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE peasant 'gan to turn things in his mind:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, to take the heads I'm not inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No drink, you say, between; that makes it worse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To eat the garlick thus, would prove a curse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor can I suffer on my tender back,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, with a cudgel, thirty blows you thwack.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still harder thirty pounds to pay appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Uncertain how to act, he hanging feared.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The noble peer he begged, upon his knees,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His penitence to hear, and sentence ease.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But mercy dwelled not with the angry lord
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is this, cried he, the answer?&mdash;bring a cord.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The peasant, trembling lest his life was sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The garlick chose, which presently was brought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        UPON a dish my lord the number told;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Clod no way liked the garlick to behold.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With piteous mien the garlick head he took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then on it num'rous ways was led to look,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And grumbling much, began to spit and eat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        just like a cat with mustard on her meat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To touch it with his tongue he durst not do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He knew not how to act or what pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The peer, delighted at the man's distress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The garlick made him bite, and chew, and press,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then gulp it down as if delicious fare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The first he passed; the second made him swear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The third he found was every whit as sad,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He wished the devil had it, 'twas so bad.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, when at the twelfth our wight arrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He thought his mouth and throat of skin deprived.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, some drink I earnestly intreat;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, Greg'ry, cried my lord, dost feel a heat;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In thy repasts dost love to wet thy jaws?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well! well! I won't object; thou know'st my laws;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much good may't do thee; here, some wine, some wine!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet recollect, to drink, since you design,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That afterward, my friend, you'll have to choose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The thirty blows, or thirty pounds to lose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, cried the peasant, I sincerely pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your lordship's goodness, that the garlick may
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be taken in the account, for as to pelf,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where can an humble lab'rer, like myself,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Expect the sum of thirty pounds to seize?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then, said the peer, be cudgelled if you please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Take thirty thwacks; for naught the garlick goes.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To moisten well his throat, and ease his woes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The peasant drank a copious draught of wine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then to bear the cudgel would resign. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A SINGLE blow he patiently endured;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The second, howsoe'er, his patience cured;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The third was more severe, and each was worse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The punishment he now began to curse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two lusty wights, with cudgels thrashed his back
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And regularly gave him thwack and thwack;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He cried, he roared, for grace he begged his lord,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who marked each blow, and would no ease accord;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But carefully observed, from time to time,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That lenity he always thought sublime;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His gravity preserved; considered too
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The blows received and what continued due. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, when Greg'ry twenty strokes had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He piteously exclaimed:&mdash;if more's my lot
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I never shall survive! Oh! pray forgive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you desire, my lord, that I should live.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then down with thirty pounds, replied the peer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since you the blows so much pretend to fear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm sorry for you; but if all the gold
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be not prepared, your godfather, I'm told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can lend a part; yet, since so far you've been,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To flinch the rest you surely won't be seen. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE wretched peasant to his lordship flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And trembling cried&mdash;'tis up! the number view!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A scrutiny was made, which nothing gained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No choice but pay the money now remained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This grieved him much, and o'er the fellow's face;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dewy drops were seen to flow apace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All useless proved:&mdash;the full demand he sent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With which the peer expressed himself content.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unlucky he whoe'er his lord offends!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To golden ore, howe'er, the proud man bends: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TWAS vain that Gregory a pardon prayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For trivial faults the peasant dearly paid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His throat enflamed&mdash;his tender back well beat&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His money gone&mdash;and all to make complete,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without the least deduction for the pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The blows and garlick gave the trembling swain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Muleteer" id="Muleteer"></a>THE MULETEER
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The present tale Boccace relates you'll find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Agiluf was the noble monarch's name;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Teudelingua he married, beauteous dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The last king's widow, who had left no heir,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And whose dominions proved our prince's share. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No Beauty round compare could with the queen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry blessing on the throne was seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Cupid, in a playful moment, came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And o'er Agiluf's stable placed his flame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There left it carelessly to burn at will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which soon began a muleteer to fill,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With LOVE'S all-powerful, all-consuming fire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That naught controls, and youthful breasts desire. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE muleteer was pleasing to the sight:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gallant, good-humoured, airy, and polite,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry way his humble birth belied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome person, nor was sense denied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He showed it well, for when the youth beheld,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With eyes of love, the queen, who all excelled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry effort anxiously had made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To stop the flames that would his heart invade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When vain it proved, he took a prudent part:&mdash; <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHO can, like Cupid, manage wily art?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er stupidity we may discern,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His pupils more within a day can learn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than MASTERS knowledge in the schools can gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though they in study should ten years remain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lowest clown he presently inspires,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With ev'ry tendency that love requires;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of this our present tale's a proof direct,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And none that feel&mdash;its truths will e'er suspect: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE am'rous muleteer his thoughts employed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Consid'ring how his wish might be enjoyed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without success to certainty were brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Life seemed to him not worth a slender thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hazard ev'ry thing; to live or die!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Possession have!&mdash;or in the grave to lie! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE Lombard custom was, that when the king,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who slept not with his queen, (a common thing
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In other countries too), desired to greet
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His royal consort, and in bed to meet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A night-gown solely o'er his back he threw,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then proceeded to the interview,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Knocked softly at the door, on which a fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who waited on the queen with anxious care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Allowed the prince to enter; took his light,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Which only glimmered in the midst of night,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then put it out, and quickly left the room:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A little lantern to dispel the gloom,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With waxen taper that emitted rays&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In diff'rent countries various are their ways! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR wily, prying, crafty muleteer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Knew well these forms were current through the year:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He, like the king, at night himself equipped,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to the queen's superb apartment slipped.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His face concealed the fellow tried to keep;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The waiting dame was more than half asleep;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover got access:&mdash;soon all was clear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The prince's coming he had but to fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, as the latter had, throughout the day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The chase attended an extensive way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas more than probable he'd not be led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Since such fatigue he'd had,) to quit his bed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PERFUMED, quite neat, and lively as a bird,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our spark (safe entered) uttered not a word.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas often customary with the king,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When state affairs, or other weighty thing,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Displeasure gave, to take of love his fill,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet let his tongue the while continue still.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A singularity we needs must own,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With this the wife was long familiar grown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR am'rous wight more joys than one received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If our narrator of the tale's believed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (In bed a muleteer is worth three kings,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And value oft is found in humble things.)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The queen began to think her husband's rage
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had proved a stimulus such wars to wage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And made him wond'rous stout in pleasure's sport,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though all the while his thoughts were-'bout the court. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0088m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0088m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0088.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        WITH perfect justice Heav'n its gifts bestows;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But equal talents all should not compose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The prince's virtues doubtless were designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take command, and govern o'er mankind.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lawyer, points of difficulty views,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Decides with judgment, and the truth pursues.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Cupid's scenes the muleteer succeeds:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each has his part:&mdash;none universal meeds. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH pleasures feasted, our gallant retired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Before the morn fresh blushes had acquired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But scarcely had he left the tender scene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Ere king Agiluf came to see his queen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who much surprise expressed, and to him said:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My dear, I know your love, but from this bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll recollect how recently you went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And having wonders done, should be content.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For heav'n's sake, consider more your health;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis dearer far to me than Croesus' wealth. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITHIN the royal breast suspicions rose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nothing then the monarch would disclose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He instantly withdrew without a word;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His sentiments to speak had been absurd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to the stable flew, since he believed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The circumstances, which his bosom grieved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er mysterious doubts might then appear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Proceeded from some am'rous muleteer. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN round the dorture he began to creep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The troop appeared as if dissolved in sleep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And so they truly were, save our gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose terrors made him tremble, sigh, and pant:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No light the king had got; it still was dark;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Agiluf groped about to find the spark,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Persuaded that the culprit might be known,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By rapid beating of the pulse alone.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The thought was good; to feel the prince began,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And at the second venture, found his man,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, whether from the pleasures he'd enjoyed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or fear, or dread discov'ry to avoid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Experienced (spite of ev'ry wily art,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once quick beating of the pulse and heart.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In doubt how this adventure yet might end,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He thought to seem asleep would him befriend. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MEANWHILE the king, though not without much pains,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Obtained the scissors used for horses' manes.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With these, he said, I'll mark the fond gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That I may know again the one I want. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE monarch from the muleteer with care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In front, snipt off a bulky lock of hair.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This having done, he suddenly withdrew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But carelessly away the trophy threw;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of which the sly gallant advantage took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thus the prince's subtle project shook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For instantly began our artful spark,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His fellow servants like himself to mark. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN day arrived the monarch was surprised,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see each muleteer alike disguised;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No hair in front of either now was seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, how is this? said he: What can it mean?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fifteen or more, if I believe my sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My wife has satisfied this very night.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well! well! he'll now escape if mum he prove;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But there again I trust he ne'er shall move. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <a name="p51" id="p51"></a><img alt="p51.jpg (48K)" src="images/p51.jpg" style="width:100%;"
+      height="501" width="661"   /> </p>
+
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Servant_Girl" id="Servant_Girl"></a>THE SERVANT GIRL JUSTIFIED
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">B</span>OCCACE alone is not my only source;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        T'another shop I now shall have recourse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though, certainly, this famed Italian wit
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has many stories for my purpose fit.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since of diff'rent dishes we should taste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon an ancient work my hands I've placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where full a hundred narratives are told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And various characters we may behold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From life, Navarre's fair queen the fact relates;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My story int'rest in her page creates;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beyond dispute from her we always find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Simplicity with striking art combin'd.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, whether 'tis the queen who writes, or not;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I shall, as usual, here and there allot
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er additions requisite appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without such license I'd not persevere,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But quit, at once, narrations of the sort;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some may be long, though others are too short. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LET us proceed, howe'er (our plan explained:)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pretty servant-girl a man retain'd.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She pleas'd his eye, and presently he thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With ease she might to am'rous sports be brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He prov'd not wrong; the wench was blithe and gay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A buxom lass, most able ev'ry way. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT dawn, one summer's morn, the spark was led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To rise, and leave his wife asleep in bed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He sought at once the garden, where he found
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The servant-girl collecting flow'rs around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make a nosegay for his better half,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose birth-day 'twas:&mdash;he soon began to laugh,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while the ranging of the flow'rs he prais'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The servant's neckerchief he slyly rais'd.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, suddenly, on feeling of the hand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resistance feign'd, and seem'd to make a stand;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since these liberties were nothing new,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They other fun and frolicks would pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nosegay at the fond gallant was thrown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The flow'rs he kiss'd, and now more ardent grown
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They romp'd and rattl'd, play'd and skipt around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the fair one fell upon the ground;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our am'rous spark advantage took of this,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nothing with the couple seem'd amiss. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        UNLUCKILY, a neighbour's prying eyes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beheld their playful pranks with great surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She, from her window, could the scene o'erlook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When this the fond gallant observ'd, he shook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, by heav'ns! our frolicking is seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By that old haggard, envious, prying quean;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But do not heed it; instantly he chose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To run and wake his wife, who quickly rose;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much the dame he fondl'd and caress'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The garden walk she took at his request,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have a nosegay, where he play'd anew
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pranks just the same as those of recent view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which highly gratified our lady fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who felt dispos'd, and would at eve repair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her good neighbour, whom she bursting found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With what she'd seen that morn upon the ground. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE usual greetings o'er, our envious dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With scowling brow exclaim'd,&mdash;my dear, your fame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I love too much not fully to detail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What I have witnessed, and with truth bewail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will you continue, in your house to keep
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A girl, whose conduct almost makes me weep?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Anon I'd kick her from your house, I say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The strumpet should not stay another day.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wife replied, you surely are deceiv'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An honest, virtuous creature she's believ'd.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well, I can easily, my friend, suppose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Rejoin'd the neighbour, whence this favour flows;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But look about, and be convinc'd, this morn
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From my own window (true as you are born,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within the garden I your husband spi'd
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And presently the servant girl I ey'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At one another various flow'rs they threw,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then the minx a little graver grew.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I understand you, cried the list'ning fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You are deceiv'd:&mdash;myself alone was there. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0092m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0092m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0092.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        NEIGHBOUR <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But patience, if you please: attend I pray
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You've no conception what I meant to say:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The playful fair was actively employ'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In plucking am'rous flow'rs&mdash;they kiss'd and toy'd. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas clearly I, howe'er, for her you took. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEIGHBOUR <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The flow'rs for bosoms quickly they forsook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Large handfuls frequently they seem'd to grasp,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry beauty in its turn to clasp. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still, why think you, friend, it was not I?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has not your spouse with you a right to try
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What freaks he likes? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEIGHBOUR <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But then, upon the ground
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This girl was thrown, and never cried nor frown'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You laugh.&mdash; <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed I do, 'twas myself. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEIGHBOUR <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A flannel petticoat display'd the elf. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas mine: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEIGHBOUR <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be patient:&mdash;and inform me, pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If this were worn by you or her to-day?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There lies the point, for, if you'll me believe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your husband did&mdash;the most you can conceive. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How hard of credence!&mdash;'twas myself I vow. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEIGHBOUR <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oh! that's conclusive; I'll be silent now;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though truly I am led to think, my eyes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are pretty sharp, and much I feel surprise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At what you say; in fact, I would have sworn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I saw them thus at romps this very morn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Excuse the hint, and do not turn her off. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, turn her off?&mdash;the very thought I scoff;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She serves me well. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEIGHBOUR <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And so it seems is taught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By all means keep her then, since thus she's thought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /> <a name="Three_Gossips" id="Three_Gossips"></a> <br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+      <h2>
+        THE THREE GOSSIPS' WAGER
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0098m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0098m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0098.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span>S o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each had a loving friend, and two of these
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most clearly managed matters at their ease. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID one, a princely husband I have got.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A better in the world there's surely not;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With him I can adjust as humour fits,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No need to rise at early dawn, like cits,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To prove to him that two and three make four,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or ask his leave to ope or shut the door. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        UPON my word, replied another fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If he were mine, I openly declare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To judge from what so pleasantly you say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd make a present of him new-year's day.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For pleasure never gives me full delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless a little pain the bliss invite.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doubt your husband moves as he is led;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thank heav'n a different mortal claims my bed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take him in, great nicety we need;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But howsoe'er, at times I can succeed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The satisfaction doubly then is felt:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In fond emotion bosoms freely melt.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With neither of you, husband or gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would I exchange, though these so much you vaunt. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ON this, the third with candour interfer'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She thought that oft the god of love appear'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good husbands playfully to fret and vex,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sometimes to rally couples: then perplex;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But warmer as the conversation grew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She, anxious that each disputant might view
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Herself victorious, (or believe it so,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Exclaim'd, if either of you wish to show
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who's in the right, with argument have done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And let us practise some new scheme of fun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To dupe our husbands; she who don't succeed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shall pay a forfeit; all replied, &ldquo;Agreed.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        But then, continued she, we ought to take
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An oath, that we will full discov'ry make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To one another of the various facts,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without disguising even trifling acts.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then, good upright Macae shall decide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus things arrang'd, the ladies homeward plied. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0102m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0102m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0102.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        SHE, 'mong the three, who felt the most constraint
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ador'd a youth, contemporaries paint,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well made and handsome, but with beardless chin,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which led the pair a project to begin;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For yet no opportunity they'd found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        T' enjoy their wishes, save by stealth around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most ardently she sought to be at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'twas agreed the lucky thought to seize
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That like a chambermaid he should be dress'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then proceed to execute the jest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attend upon the wily, wedded pair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And offer services with modest air
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And downcast eyes; the husband on her leer'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in her favour prepossess'd appear'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In hopes one day, to find those pleasing charms
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resign'd in secret to his longing arms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such pretty cheeks and sparkling eyes he thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had ne'er till then his roving fancy caught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl was hir'd, but seemingly with pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since PRUDENCE ultimately might complain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That (maid and master both so very young)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould not be wonderful if things went wrong. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT first the husband inattention show'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scarcely on the maid a look bestow'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But presently he chang'd his conduct quite,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And presents gave, with promises not slight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the servant feign'd to lend an ear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And anxious seem'd obliging to appear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE trap our cunning lovers having laid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One eve this message brought the smiling maid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My lady, sir, is ill, and rest requires,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To sleep alone to-night she much desires.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To grant the master's wish the girl was led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And they together hurried off to bed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband 'tween the sheets himself had plac'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nymph was in her petticoat, unlac'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When suddenly appear'd the wily wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And promis'd harmony was turn'd to strife.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are these your freaks, cried she with mark'd surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your usual dish it seems then don't suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You want, indeed, to have some nicer fare?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A little sooner, by the saints I swear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'd me a pretty trick, 'tis clear, have shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And doubtless, then, tit bits to keep been prone.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This, howsoe'er, to get you're not design'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So elsewhere you may try what you can find.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as to you, miss Prettyface, you jade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good heav'ns! to think a paltry servant maid
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should rival me? I'll beat you black and blue!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The bread I eat, indeed, must be for you?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I know better, and indeed am clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not one around will fancy I appear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So void of charms, so faded, wither'd, lost,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That I should out of doors at once be tost;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I will manage matters:&mdash;I design
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This girl no other bed shall have than mine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then who so bold to touch her there will dare?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, Miss, let's to my room at once repair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away&mdash;your things to-morrow you can seek;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If scandal 'twould spread around, I'd wreak
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My vengeance instantly, and turn you out;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I am lenient, and desire no rout;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps your ruin may be sav'd by care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So night and day your company I'll share;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more my bosom then will feel dismay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For I shall see that you no frolicks play. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ON this the trembling girl, o'ercome with fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Held down her head and seem'd to hide her tears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pick'd up her clothes and quickly stole away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As if afraid her mistress more might say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hop'd to act the maid while Sol gave light,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But play at ease the fond gallant at night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once she fill'd two places in the house,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thought in both the husband she should chouse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who bless'd his stars that he'd escap'd so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sneak'd alone to rest within his cell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While our gay, am'rous pair advantage took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To play at will, and ev'ry solace hook,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Convinc'd most thoroughly, once lovers kiss'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That OPPORTUNITY should n'er be miss'd.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here ends the trick our wily gossip play'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now let's see the plot another laid. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0106m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0106m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0106.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE second dame, whose husband was so meek,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That only from her lips the truth he'd seek,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When seated with him 'neath a pear tree's shade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Contriv'd at ease and her arrangement made.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The story I shall presently relate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The butler, strong, well dress'd, and full of prate:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who often made the other servants trot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Stood near when madam hit upon her plot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To whom she said, I wish the fruit to taste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which the man prepar'd with ev'ry haste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To climb the tree, and off the produce shook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But while above, the fellow gave a look
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon the ground below, and feign'd he saw
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spouse and wife&mdash;do more than kiss and paw:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The servant rubb'd his eyes, as if in doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And cried: why truly, sir, if you're so stout,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you must revel 'mid your lady's charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray elsewhere take her to your longing arms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where you at ease may frolick hours or days,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without my witnessing your loving ways;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed, I'm quite surprised at what I spy
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In publick, 'neath a tree such pranks to try!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, if you don't a servant's presence heed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With decency howe'er you should proceed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, still go on? for shame, I say, for shame!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray wait till by and by; you're much to blame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, the nights are long enough you'll find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Heav'n genial joys for privacy design'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And why this place, when you've nice chambers got?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, cried the lady, says this noisy sot?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He surely dreams; Where can he learn these tales?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come down; let's see what 'tis the fellow ails.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Down William came. How? said the master, how?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are we at play? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0110m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0110m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0110.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        WILLIAM <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not now, sir, no, not now. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HUSBAND <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, when then, friend? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WILLIAM <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While I was in the tree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alive, sir, flay me, if I did not see
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You on the verdant lawn my lady lay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And kiss, and toy, and other frolicks play. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere surely better if thou held'st thy tongue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or thou'lt a beating get before 'tis long. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HUSBAND <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, no, my dear, he's mad, and I design
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fellow in a madhouse to confine. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WILLIAM <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is't folly, pray, to see what we behold? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What hast thou seen? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WILLIAM <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What I've already told:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My master and yourself at Cupid's game,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or else the tree 's enchanted I proclaim. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ENCHANTED! nonsense; such a sight to see! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HUSBAND <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To know the truth myself, I'll climb the tree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then you the fact will quickly from me learn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We may believe what we ourselves discern. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SOON as the master they above descried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that below our pair he sharply eyed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The butler took the lady in his arms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And grew at once familiar with her charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At sight of this the husband gave a yell:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Made haste to reach the ground, and nearly fell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such liberties he wish'd at once to stop,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since what he'd seen had nearly made him drop.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How! how!&mdash;cried he:&mdash;what, e'en before my sight?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What can you mean? said she without affright. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HUSBAND <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        DAR'ST thou to ask again? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AND why not, pray? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HUSBAND <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FINE, pretty doings!&mdash;Presently you'll say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That what I've seen 'tis folly to believe. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much is this:&mdash;such accusations grieve. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HUSBAND <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou did'st most clearly suffer his embrace. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I? WHY, you dream! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HUSBAND <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This seems a curious case.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MY reason's flown'! or have I lost my eyes? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WIFE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CAN you suppose my character I prize
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So very little, that these pranks I'd play
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Before your face, when I might ev'ry day
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Find minutes to divert myself at will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And (if lik'd such frolicks) take my fill? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HUSBAND <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I KNOW not what to think nor what to do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        P'rhaps this same tree can tricks at will pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let's see again; aloft he went once more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And William acted as he'd done before;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now the husband saw the playful squeeze;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without emotion, and returned at ease.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To find the cause, said he, no longer try,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tree's enchanted, we may well rely. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SINCE, that's the fact, replied the cunning jade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To burn it, quickly William seek fort aid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tree accurst no longer shall remain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her will the servant wish'd not to restrain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But soon some workmen brought, who felled the tree;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wondered what the fault our fair could see.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Down hew it, cried the lady, that's your task;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More concerns you not; folly 'tis to ask. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0116m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0116m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0116.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        OUR second gossip thus obtained success;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now the third: we'll see if she had less:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To female friends she often visits paid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And various pastimes there had daily play'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A leering lover who was weary grown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Desired ONE night she'd meet him quite alone.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TWO, if you will, replied the smiling fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A trifle 'tis you ask, and I'll repair
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where'er you wish, and we'll recline at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My husband I can manage, if I please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While thus engag'd.&mdash;The parties soon agreed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still the lady for her wits had need,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since her dear man from home but rarely went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No pardons sought at Rome, but was content
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With what he nearer got, while his sweet wife
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More fondness mark'd for gratifying life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ever anxious, warmest zeal to show,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was always wishing distant scenes to know;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As pilgrim oft she'd trod a foreign road,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now desir'd those ancient ways t'explode;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A plan more rare and difficult she sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And round her toe our wily dame bethought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tie a pack-thread, fasten'd to the door,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which open'd to the street: then feign'd to snore
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beside her husband, Harry Berlinguier,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (So, usually, they nam'd her wedded dear.) <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOWE'ER, so cunningly with him she dealt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Harry turn'd, and soon the pack-thread felt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which rais'd distrust, and led him to suspect
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some bad design the thread was meant t'effect. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A LITTLE time, as if asleep, he lay
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Considering how to act, or what to say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then rose, (his spouse believing not awake,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And softly treading, lest the room should shake;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pack-thread follow'd to the outer door,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thence concluded (what he might deplore,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That his dear partner from her faith would stray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And some gallant that night design'd to play
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover's part and draw the secret clue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When she would rise, and with him freaks pursue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While he (good husband!) quietly in bed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might sleep, not dreaming that his wife had fled. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FOR otherwise, what use such pains to take?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A visit cuckoldom, perhaps, might make;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An honour that he'd willingly decline;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which he studied how to countermine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And like a sentinel mov'd to and fro',
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To watch if any one would thither go
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pull the string, that he could see with ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then he'd instantly the culprit seize. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE reader will perceive, we may suppose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides the entrance which the husband chose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On t'other side a door, where our gallant
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could enter readily, as he might want,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And there the spark a chambermaid let in:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oft servants prone are found a bribe to win. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHILE Berlinguier thus watch'd around and round;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friends with one another pleasures found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But heav'n alone knows how nor what they were:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No fact transpir'd save all was free from care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well the servant kept the careful watch,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That not a chance was given the pair to catch: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE spark at dawn the lady left alone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ere the husband came the bird was flown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then Harry, weary, took his place again,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Complaining, that he'd felt such racking pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And dreading, lest alarms her breast should seize,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within another room he'd sought for ease. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two days had pass'd, when madam thought once more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To set the thread, as she had done before;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He left the bed, pretending he was sick,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resumed his post; again the lover came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, with my lady, play'd the former game. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE scheme so well succeeded, that the pair
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thrice wish'd to try the wily pack-thread snare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband with the cholic mov'd away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His place the bold gallant resum'd till day. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length their ardour 'gan, it seems, to cool,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Harry, they no longer tried to fool;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas time to seek the myst'ry of the plot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since, to three acts, the comedy was got. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT midnight, when the spark had left the bed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A servant, by his orders, drew the thread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On whom the husband, without fear, laid hold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with him enter'd like a soldier bold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not then supposing he'd a valet seiz'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well tim'd it prov'd, howe'er;&mdash;the lady pleas'd
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her voice to raise, on hearing what was said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And through the house confusion quickly spread. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE valet now before them bent the knee,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And openly declar'd, he came to see
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The chambermaid, whom he was wont to greet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And by the thread to rouse when time to meet: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ARE these your knavish tricks, replied the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With eyes upon her maid that darted flame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When I by chance observ'd about your toe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thread one night, I then resolv'd to know
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your scheme in full, and round my own I tied
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A clue, on which I thoroughly relied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To catch this gay gallant, that you pretend
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your husband will become, I apprehend. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be that as 'twill, to-night from hence you go.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My dear, said Berlinguier, I'd fain say no;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let things remain until to-morrow, pray
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then my lady presently gave way.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fortune Harry on the girl bestow'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The like our valet to his master ow'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To church the happy couple smiling went:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They'd known each other long, and were content. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THUS ended then, the third and last amour;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The trio hasten'd Macae to implore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To say which gain'd the bet, who soon replied:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I find it, friends, not easy to decide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE case hangs up, and there will long remain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis often thus when justice we'd obtain: <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Old_Man_Calendar" id="Old_Man_Calendar"></a>THE OLD MAN'S
+        CALENDAR
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0122m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0122m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0122.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That most forgot from which true bliss would rise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When marriage for a daughter is designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The parents solely riches seem to mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All other boons are left to heav'n above,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sweet SIXTEEN must SIXTY learn to love!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet still in other things they nicer seem,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their chariot-horses and their oxen-team
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are truly matched;&mdash;in height exact are these,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While those each shade alike must have to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without the choice 'twere wonderful to find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or coach or wagon travel to their mind.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The marriage journey full of cares appears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When couples match in neither souls nor years!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An instance of the kind I'll now detail:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The feeling bosom will such lots bewail! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        QUINZICA, (Richard), as the story goes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indulged his wife at balls, and feasts, and shows,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Expecting other duties she'd forget,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which howe'er he disappointment met.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A judge in Pisa, Richard was, it seems,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In law most learned: wily in his schemes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But silver beard and locks too clearly told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He ought to have a wife of diff'rent mould;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though he had taken one of noble birth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite young, most beautiful, and formed for mirth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bartholomea Galandi her name;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady's parents were of rank and fame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our JUDGE herein had little wisdom shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sneering friends around were often known
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To say, his children ne'er could fathers lack:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At giving counsel some have got a knack,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, were they but at home to turn their eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might find, perhaps, they're not so over-wise. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        QUINZICA, then perceiving that his pow'rs
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fell short of what a bird like his devours,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        T'excuse himself and satisfy his dear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pretended that, no day within the year,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Hymen, as a saint, was e'er assigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In calendar, or book of any kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When full ATTENTION to the god was paid:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To aged sires a nice convenient aid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But this the sex by no means fancy right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few days to PLEASURE could his heart invite
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At times, the week entire he'd have a fast;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At others, say the day 'mong saints was classed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though no one ever heard its holy name;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FAST ev'ry Friday&mdash;Saturday the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since Sunday followed, consecrated day;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then Monday came:&mdash;still he'd abstain from play;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each morning find excuse, but solemn feasts
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were days most sacred held by all the priests;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On abstinence, then, Richard lectures read,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And long before the time, was always led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By sense of right, from dainties to refrain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A period afterward would also gain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The like observed before and after Lent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry feast had got the same extent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These times were gracious for our aged man;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And never pass them was his constant plan. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OF patron saints he always had a list;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Th' evangelists, apostles, none he miss'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that his scruples might have constant food;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some days malign, he said, were understood;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then foggy weather;&mdash;dog-days' fervent heat:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To seek excuses he was most complete,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ne'er asham'd but manag'd things so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Four times a year, by special grace, they tell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our sage regal'd his youthful blooming wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A little with the sweets of marriage life. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH this exception he was truly kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fine dresses, jewels, all to please her mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But these are bawbles which alone controul
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those belles, like dolls, mere bodies void of soul.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bartholomea was of diff'rent clay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her only pleasure (as our hist'ries say),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To go in summer to the neighb'ring coast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where her good spouse a charming house could boast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which they took their lodging once a week;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At times they pleasure on the waves would seek,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As fishing with the lady would agree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And she was wond'rous partial to the sea,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though far to sail they always would refuse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One day it happened better to amuse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our couple diff'rent fishing vessels took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And skimm'd the wave to try who most could hook,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of fish and pleasure; and they laid a bet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The greatest number which of them should get.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On board they had a man or two at most.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And each the best adventure hop'd to boast. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A CERTAIN pirate soon observ'd the ship,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which this charming lady made the trip,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And presently attack'd and seiz'd the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Richard's bark to shore in safety came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So near the land, or else he would not brave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To any great extent, the stormy wave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or that the robber thought if both he took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He could not decently for favours look,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And he preferr'd those joys the FAIR bestow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To all the riches which to mortals flow. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALTHOUGH a pirate, he had always shown
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much honour in his acts, as well was known;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Cupid's frolicks were his heart's delight:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        None truly brave can ever beauty slight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sailor's always bold and kind and free,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good lib'ral fellows, such they'll ever be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Mong saints indeed 'twere vain their names to seek!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The man was good howe'er of whom we speak;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His usual name was Pagamin Montegue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For hours the lady's screams were heard a league,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While he each minute anxiously would seize,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To cheer her spirits and her heart to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        T'attain his wish he ev'ry art combined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the lovely captive all resigned.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas Cupid conquer'd, Cupid with his dart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thousand times more pirate in his art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than Pagamin; on bleeding hearts he preys,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But little quarter gives, nor grace displays:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pay her ransom she'd enough of gold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For this her spouse was truly never cold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No fast nor festival therein appear'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And her captivity he greatly fear'd. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS calendar o'erspread with rubrick days;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She soon forgot and learn'd the pirate's ways;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The matrimonial zone aside was thrown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And only mentioned where the fact was known: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR lawyer would his fingers sooner burn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than have his wife but virtuous home return;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By means of gold he entertain'd no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her restoration might be brought about.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A passport from the pirate he obtain'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then waited on him and his wish explain'd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pay he offer'd what soe'er he'd ask;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His terms accept, though hard perhaps the task; <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE robber answer'd, if my name around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be not for honourable acts renown'd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis quite unjust:&mdash;your partner I'll restore
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In health, without a ransom:&mdash;would you more?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A friendship so respect'd, heav'n forefend!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should ever, by my conduct, have an end.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fair, whom you so ardently admire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shall to your arms return as you desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such pleasure to a friend I would not sell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Convince me that she's your's, and all is well;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For if another I to you should give,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (And many that I've taken with me live,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I surely should incur a heavy blame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I lately captur'd one, a charming dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With auburn locks, a little fat, tall, young;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If she declare she does to you belong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When you she's seen, I will the belle concede;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll take her instantly; I'll not impede. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0140m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0140m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0140.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE sage replied, your conduct's truly wise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such wond'rous kindness fills me with surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since 'tis said that every trade must live,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sum just mention:&mdash;I'll the ransom give;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No compliment I wish, my purse behold
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You know the money presently is told;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Consider me a stranger now I pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With you I'd equal probity display,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And so will act, I swear, as you shall see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There 's not a doubt the fair will go with me;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My word for this I would not have you take:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll see how happy 'twill the lady make
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To find me here; to my embrace she'll fly;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My only fears&mdash;that she of joy will die.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To them the charmer now was instant brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who eyed her husband as beneath a thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Received him coldly, just as if he'd been
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A stranger from Peru, she ne'er had seen. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LOOK, said Quinzica, she's ashamed 'tis plain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So many lookers on her love restrain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But be assured, if we were left alone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Around my neck her arms would soon be thrown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF this, replied the pirate, you believe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attend her toilet:&mdash;naught can then deceive.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away they went, and closely shut the door;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Richard said, thou darling of my store,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How can'st thou thus behave? my pretty dove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis thy Quinzica, come to seek his love,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In all the same, except about his wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dost in this face a change observe my life?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis grieving for thy loss that makes me ill;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Did ever I in aught deny thy will?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In dress or play could any thee exceed?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And had'st thou not whatever thou might'st need?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To please thee, oft I made myself a slave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such thou art now; but thee again I crave.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then what dost think about thy honour, dear?&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, with ire, I neither know nor fear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is this a time to guard it, do you say?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What pain was shown by any one, I pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When I was forc'd to wed a man like you,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Old, impotent, and hateful to the view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While I was young and blooming as the morn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deserving truly, something less forlorn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seemingly intended to possess
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What Hymen best in store has got to bless;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For I was thought by all the world around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most worthy ev'ry bliss in wedlock found. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YET things took quite another turn with me
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In tune my husband never proved to be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Except a feast or two throughout the year;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From Pagamin I met a diff'rent cheer;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another lesson presently he taught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The life's sweet pleasures more the pirate brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In two short days, than e'er I had from you
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In those four years that only you I knew. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PRAY leave me husband:&mdash;let me have my will
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Insist not on my living with you still;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No calendars with Pagamin are seen&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Far better treated with the man I've been.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My other friends and you much worse deserved:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spouse, for taking me when quite unnerved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And they, for giving preference base to gold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To those pure joys&mdash;far better thought than told.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Pagamin in ev'ry way can please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And though no code he owns, yet all is ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Himself will tell you what has passed this morn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His actions would a sov'reign prince adorn.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such information may excite surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now the truth, 'twere useless to disguise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nothing will gain belief, we've no one near
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To witness our discourse:&mdash;adieu, my dear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To all your festivals&mdash;I'm flesh and blood:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gems, dresses, ornaments, do little good;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You know full well, betwixt the head and heel,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though little's said, yet much we often feel.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this she stopt, and Richard dropt his chin,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Rejoiced to 'scape from such unwelcome din. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BARTHOLOMEA, pleased with what had passed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No disposition showed to hold him fast;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The downcast husband felt such poignant grief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With ills where age can scarcely hope relief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That soon he left this busy stage of life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Pagamin the widow took to wife.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The deed was just, for neither of the two
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'er felt what oft in Richard rose to view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From feeling proof arose their mutual choice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'tween them ne'er was heard the jarring voice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BEHOLD a lesson for the aged man;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who thinks, when old, to act as he began;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, if the sage a yielding dotard seems,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His work is done by those the wife esteems;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Complaints are never heard; no thrilling fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry one around at ease appears. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <a name="p85" id="p85"></a><img alt="p85.jpg (44K)" src="images/p85.jpg" style="width:100%;"
+      height="505" width="656"   /> </p>
+
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Avaricious_Wife" id="Avaricious_Wife"></a>THE AVARICIOUS WIFE
+        AND TRICKING GALLANT
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HO knows the world will never feel surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When men are duped by artful women's eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though death his weapon freely will unfold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Love's pranks, we find, are ever ruled by gold.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To vain coquettes I doubtless here allude;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But spite of arts with which they're oft endued;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I hope to show (our honour to maintain,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We can, among a hundred of the train,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Catch one at least, and play some cunning trick:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For instance, take blithe Gulphar's wily nick,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who gained (old soldier-like) his ardent aim,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gratis got an avaricious dame. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LOOK well at this, ye heroes of the sword,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er with wily freaks your heads be stored,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beyond a doubt, at court I now could find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A host of lovers of the Gulphar kind. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0144m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0144m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0144.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        To Gasperin's so often went our wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wife at length became his sole delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose youth and beauty were by all confessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, 'midst these charms, such av'rice she possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The warmest love was checked&mdash;a thing not rare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In modern times at least, among the FAIR.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis true, as I've already said, with such
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sighs naught avail, and promises not much;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without a purse, who wishes should express,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would vainly hope to gain a soft caress.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of love no other charm employs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then cards, and dress, and pleasure's cheering joys;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From whose gay shops more cuckolds we behold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than heroes sallied from Troy's horse of old. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT to our lady's humour let's adhere;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sighs passed for naught: they entered not her ear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas speaking only would the charmer please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The reader, without doubt, my meaning sees;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gay Gulphar plainly spoke, and named a sum
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred pounds, she listened:&mdash;was o'ercome. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR wight the cash by Gasperin was lent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then the husband to the country went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without suspecting that his loving mate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Designed with horns to ornament his pate. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE money artful Gulphar gave the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While friends were round who could observe the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here, said the spark, a hundred pounds receive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis for your spouse:&mdash;the cash with you I leave.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady fancied what the swain had said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was policy, and to concealment led. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0146m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0146m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0146.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        NEXT morn our belle regaled the arch gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fulfilled his promise:&mdash;and his eager want.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Day after day he followed up the game;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For cash he took, and int'rest on the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good payers get, we always may conclude,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Full measure served, whatever is pursued. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN Gasperin returned, our crafty wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Before the wife addressed her spouse at sight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he the cash I've to your lady paid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not having (as I feared) required its aid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To save mistakes, pray cross it in your book;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady, thunderstruck, with terror shook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Allowed the payment; 'twas a case too clear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In truth for character she 'gan to fear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But most howe'er she grudged the surplus joy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bestowed on such a vile, deceitful boy. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE loss was doubtless great in ev'ry view
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Around the town the wicked Gulphar flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In all the streets, at every house to tell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How nicely he had trick'd the greedy belle. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To blame him useless 'twere you must allow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The French such frolicks readily avow. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Jealous_Husband" id="Jealous_Husband"></a>THE JEALOUS HUSBAND
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> CERTAIN husband who, from jealous fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With one eye slept while t'other watched his dear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deprived his wife of every social joy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Friends oft the jealous character annoy,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And made a fine collection in a book,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of tricks with which the sex their wishes hook.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Strange fool! as if their wiles, to speak the truth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were not a hydra, both in age and youth. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIS wife howe'er engaged his constant cares;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He counted e'en the number of her hairs;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And kept a hag who followed every hour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where'er she went, each motion to devour;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Duenna like, true semblance of a shade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That never quits, yet moves as if afraid. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS arch collection, like a prayer-book bound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was in the blockhead's pocket always found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The form religious of the work, he thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would prove a charm 'gainst vice whenever sought! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE holy day, it happened that our dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As from the neighb'ring church she homeward came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And passed a house, some wight, concealed from view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A basket full of filth upon her threw. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH anxious care apologies were made;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady, frightened by the frolick played,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite unsuspicious to the mansion went;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her aged friend for other clothes she sent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who hurried home, and ent'ring out of breath;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Informed old hunks&mdash;what pained him more than death <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ZOUNDS! cried the latter, vainly I may look
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To find a case like this within my book;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A dupe I'm made, and nothing can be worse:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hell seize the work&mdash;'tis thoroughly a curse! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0158m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0158m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0158.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        NOT wrong he proved, for, truly to confess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This throwing dirt upon the lady's dress
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was done to get the hag, with Argus' eyes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Removed a certain distance from the prize.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gay gallant, who watched the lucky hour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Felt doubly blessed to have her in his power. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOW vain our schemes to guard the wily sex!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oft plots we find, that ev'ry sense perplex.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go, jealous husbands, books of cases burn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Caresses lavish, and you'll find return. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Gascon_Punished" id="Gascon_Punished"></a>THE GASCON PUNISHED
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> GASCON (being heard one day to swear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That he'd possess'd a certain lovely fair,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was played a wily trick, and nicely served;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas clear, from truth he shamefully had swerved:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But those who scandal propagate below,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are prophets thought, and ev'ry action know;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While good, if spoken, scarcely is believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And must be viewed, or not for truth received. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE dame, indeed, the Gascon only jeered,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And e'er denied herself when he appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when she met the wight, who sought to shine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And called her angel, beauteous and divine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She fled and hastened to a female friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where she could laugh, and at her ease unbend. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEAR Phillis, (our fair fugitive) there dwelled
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One Eurilas, his nearest neighbour held;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His wife was Cloris; 'twas with her our dove
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Took shelter from the Gascon's forward love,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose name was Dorilas; and Damon young,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (The Gascon's friend) on whom gay Cloris hung. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SWEET Phillis, by her manner, you might see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From sly amours and dark intrigues was free;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The value to possess her no one knew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though all admired the lovely belle at view.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just twenty years she counted at the time,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And now a widow was, though in her prime,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Her spouse, an aged dotard, worth a plum:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of those whose loss to mourn no tears e'er come.) <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR seraph fair, such loveliness possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In num'rous ways a Gascon could have blessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Above, below, appeared angelic charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas Paradise, 'twas Heav'n, within her arms! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE Gascon was&mdash;a Gascon;&mdash;would you more?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who knows a Gascon knows at least a score.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I need not say what solemn vows he made;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alike with Normans Gascons are portrayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their oaths, indeed, won't pass for Gospel truth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But we believe that Dorilas (the youth)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Loved Phillis to his soul, our lady fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet he would fain be thought successful there. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE day, said Phillis, with unusual glee,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pretending with the Gascon to be free:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A favour do me:&mdash;nothing very great;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Assist to dupe one jealous of his mate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll find it very easy to be done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And doubtless 'twill produce a deal of fun.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis our request (the plot you'll say is deep,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you this night with Cloris's husband sleep
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some disagreement with her gay gallant
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Requires, that she a night at least should grant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To settle diff'rences; now we desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you'll to bed with Eurilas retire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There's not a doubt he'll think his Cloris near;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He never touches her:&mdash;so nothing fear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For whether jealousy, or other pains,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He constantly from intercourse abstains,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Snores through the night, and, if a cap he sees,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Believes his wife in bed, and feels at ease.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll properly equip you as a belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I will certainly reward you well. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO gain but Phillis's smiles, the Gascon said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd with the very devil go to bed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE night arrived, our wight the chamber traced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lights extinguished; Eurilas, too, placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Gascon 'gan to tremble in a trice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon with terror grew as cold as ice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Durst neither spit nor cough; still less encroach;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seemed to shrink, least t'other should approach;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Crept near the edge; would scarcely room afford,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And could have passed the scabbard of a sword. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OFT in the night his bed-fellow turned round;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length a finger on his nose he found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which Dorilas exceedingly distressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But more inquietude was in his breast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For fear the husband amorous should grow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From which incalculable ills might flow. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR Gascon ev'ry minute knew alarm;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas now a leg stretched out, and then an arm;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He even thought he felt the husband's beard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But presently arrived what more he feared. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A BELL, conveniently, was near the bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which Eurilas to ring was often led;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At this the Gascon swooned, so great his fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And swore, for ever he'd renounce his dear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But no one coming, Eurilas, once more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resumed his place, and 'gan again to snore. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, before the sun his head had reared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The door was opened, and a torch appeared.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Misfortune then he fancied full in sight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More pleased he'd been to rise without a light,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And clearly thought 'twas over with him now;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The flame approached;&mdash;the drops ran o'er his brow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With terror he for pardon humbly prayed:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You have it, cried a fair: be not dismayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas Phillis spoke, who Eurilas's place
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had filled, throughout the night, with wily grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And now to Damon and his Cloris flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With ridicule the Gascon to pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Recounted all the terrors and affright,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which Dorilas had felt throughout the night.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To mortify still more the silly swain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fill his soul with ev'ry poignant pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She gave a glimpse of beauties to his view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from his presence instantly withdrew. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Princess_Bethrothed" id="Princess_Bethrothed"></a>THE PRINCESS
+        BETROTHED TO THE
+      </h2>
+      <h2>
+        KING OF GARBA
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HAT various ways in which a thing is told
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In stories we invention may admit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But diff'rent 'tis with what historick writ;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Posterity demands that truth should then
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Inspire relation, and direct the pen. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALACIEL'S story's of another kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I've a little altered it, you'll find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Faults some may see, and others disbelieve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis all the same:&mdash;'twill never make me grieve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alaciel's mem'ry, it is very clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can scarcely by it lose; there's naught to fear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two facts important I have kept in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which the author fully I pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The one&mdash;no less than eight the belle possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Before a husband's sight her eyes had blessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other is, the prince she was to wed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ne'er seemed to heed this trespass on his bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But thought, perhaps, the beauty she had got
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would prove to any one a happy lot. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOWE'ER this fair, amid adventures dire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More sufferings shared than malice could desire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though eight times, doubtless, she exchanged her knight
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No proof, that she her spouse was led to slight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas gratitude, compassion, or good will;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dread of worse;&mdash;she'd truly had her fill;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Excuses just, to vindicate her fame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, spite of troubles, fanned the monarch's flame:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of eight the relict, still a maid received;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Apparently, the prince her pure believed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, though at times we may be duped in this,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, after such a number&mdash;strange to miss!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I submit to those who've passed the scene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If they, to my opinion, do not lean. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE king of Alexandria, Zarus named,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A daughter had, who all his fondness claimed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A star divine Alaciel shone around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The charms of beauty's queen were in her found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With soul celestial, gracious, good, and kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all-accomplished, all-complying mind. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE rumour of her worth spread far and wide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The king of Garba asked her for his bride,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Mamolin (the sov'reign of the spot,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To other princes had a pref'rence got. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE fair, howe'er, already felt the smart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of Cupid's arrow, and had lost her heart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But 'twas not known: princesses love conceal,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scarcely dare its whispers fond reveal;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within their bosoms poignant pain remains,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though flesh and blood, like lasses of the plains. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE noble Hispal, one of zarus' court,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome youth, as histories report,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alaciel pleased; a mutual flame arose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though this they durst not venture to disclose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or, if expressed, 'twas solely by the eyes:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soul-speaking language, nothing can disguise! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AFFIANCED thus, the princess, with a sigh,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Prepared to part, and fully to comply.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father trusted her to Hispal's care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without the least suspicion of the snare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They soon embarked and ploughed the briny main;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With anxious hopes in time the port to gain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN they, from Egypt's coast had sailed a week;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gain the wind they saw a pirate seek,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which having done, he t'wards them bore in haste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take the ship in which our fair was placed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE battle quickly raged; alike they erred;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pirates slaughter loved, and blood preferred,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, long accustomed to the stormy tide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were most expert, and on their skill relied.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In numbers, too, superior they were found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Hisipal's valour greatly shone around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And kept the combat undecided long;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length Grifonio, wond'rous large and strong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With twenty sturdy, pirates got on board,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many soon lay gasping by the sword.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where'er he trod, grim death and horrour reigned;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, the round the noble Hispal gained.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His nervous arm laid many wretches low
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Rage marked his eyes, whene'er he dealt a blow: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT, while the youth was thus engaged in fight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Grifonio ran to gain a sweeter sight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The princess was on board full well he knew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No time he lost, but to her chamber flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, since his pleasures seemed to be her doom;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He bore her like a sparrow from the room:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not content with such a charming fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He took her diamonds, ornaments for hair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And those dear pledges ladies oft receive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When they a lover's ardent flame believe.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed, I've heard it hinted as a truth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (And very probable for such a youth,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Hispal, while on board, his flame revealed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what chagrin she felt was then concealed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The passage thinking an improper time,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To shew a marked displeasure at his crime. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE pirate-chief who carried off his prey,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had short-lived joy, for, wishing to convey
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His charming captive from the ship with speed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One vessel chanced a little to recede,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Although securely fastened by the crew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With grappling hooks, as usually they do,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When quite intent to pass, young Hispal made
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A blow, that dead at once the ruffian laid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His head and shoulders, severed from the trunk;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fell in the sea, and to the bottom sunk,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Abjuring Mahomet, and all the tribe
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of idle prophets, Catholics proscribe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Erect the rest upon the legs remained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very posture as before retained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This curious sight no doubt a laugh had raised,&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But in the moment, she, so lately praised,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With dread Grifonio, fell beyond their view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To save her, straight the gallant Hispal flew.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The ships, for want of pilots at the helm,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At random drifted over Neptune's realm. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        GRIM death the pirate forced to quit his slave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Buoyed up by clothes, she floated on the wave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Till Hispal succour lent, who saw 'twas vain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To try with her the vessel to regain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He could, with greater ease, the fair convey
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To certain rocks, and thither bent his way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those rocks to sailors oft destruction proved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now the couple saved, who thither moved:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis even said the jewels were not lost,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But sweet Alaciel, howsoever tost,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Preserved the caskets, which with strings were tied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seizing these, the treasure drew aside. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR swimmer on his back the princess bore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rock attained; but hardships were not o'er;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Misfortunes dire the noble pair pursued
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And famine, worst of ills, around was viewed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No ship was near; the light soon passed away;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The night the same; again appeared the day;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No vessel hove in sight; no food to eat;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our couple's wretchedness seemed now complete;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hope left them both, and, mutual passion moved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their situation more tormenting proved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LONG time in silence they each other eyed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, to speak the lovely charmer tried
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, 'tis useless, Hispal, to bewail:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Tears, with the cruel Parcae, naught avail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each other to console be now our aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Grim death his course will follow still the same.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To mitigate the smart let's try anew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In such a place as this few joys accrue. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CONSOLE each other, say you? Hispal cried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What can console when forced one's love to hide?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, fair princess, ev'ry way 'tis clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Improper 'twere for you to love while here;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I equally could death or famine brave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But you I tremble for, and wish to save. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE words so pained the fair, that gushing tears
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bedewed Alaciel's cheeks, her looks spoke fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The ardent flame which she'd so long concealed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Burst forth in sighs, and all its warmth revealed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While such emotion Hispal's eyes expressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That more than words his anxious wish confessed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These tender scenes were followed by a kiss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The prelude sweet of soft enchanting bliss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But whether taken, or by choice bestowed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alike 'twas clear, their heaving bosoms glowed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THOSE vows now o'er, said Hispal with a sigh,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this adventure, if we're doomed to die,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indiff'rent surely 'tis, the prey to be
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of birds of air, or fishes of the sea;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My reason tells me ev'ry grave's the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Return we must, at last, from whence we came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here ling'ring death alone we can expect;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To brave the waves 'tis better to elect;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I yet have strength, and 'tis not far to land;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wind sets fair: let's try to gain the strand;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From rock to rock we'll go: I many view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where I can rest; to THIS we'll bid adieu. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO move, Alaciel readily agreed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again our couple ventured to proceed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The casket safe in tow; the weather hot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From rock to rock with care our swimmer got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The princess, anxious on his back to keep:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        New mode of traversing the wat'ry deep. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH Heav'n's assistance, and the rocks for rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youth, by hunger and fatigue oppressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Uneasiness of mind, weighed down with care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not for himself, but safety of the fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fast of two long tedious days now o'er,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The casket and the belle he brought on shore: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I THINK you cry&mdash;how wond'rously exact,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To bring the casket into ev'ry act!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is that a circumstance of weight I pray?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It truly seems so, and without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll see if I be wrong; no airy flight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or jeer, or raillery, have I in sight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had I embarked our couple in a ship
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without or cash or jewels for the trip,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Distress had followed, you must be aware;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis past our pow'r to live on love or air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In vain AFFECTION ev'ry effort tries
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Inexorable hunger ALL defies. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE casket, with the diamonds proved a source,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To which 'twas requisite to have recourse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some Hispal sold, and others put in pawn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And purchased, near the coast, a house and lawn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With woods, extensive park, and pleasure ground;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many bow'rs and shady walks around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where charming hours they passed, and this 'twas plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without the casket they could n'er obtain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BENEATH the wood there was a secret grot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where lovers, when they pleased, concealment got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A quiet, gloomy, solitary place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Designed by nature for the billing race. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE day, as through the grove a walk they sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of love our couple thither brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His wishes, Hispal, as they went along,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Explained im part by words direct and strong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rest his sighs expressed, (they spoke the soul;)&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The princess, trembling, listened to the whole. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0168m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0168m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0168.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        SAID he, we now are in a place retired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unknown to man, (such spots how oft desired!)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let's take advantage of the present hour:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No joys, but those of LOVE, are in our pow'r;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All others see withdrawn! and no one knows
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We even live; perhaps both friends and foes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Believe us in the belly of a whale;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Allow me, lovely princess, to prevail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bestow your kindness, or, without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those charms to Mamolin let me convey.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, why go thither?&mdash;happy you could make
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The man, whose constancy no perils shake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What would you more?&mdash;his passion's ardent grown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And surely you've enough resistance shown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SUCH tender elocution Hispal used,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That e'en to marble, 'Twould have warmth infused;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While fair Alaciel, on the bark of trees,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With bodkin wrote, apparently at ease.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Cupid drew her thoughts to higher things,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than merely graving what from fancy springs.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her lover and the place, at once assured,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That such a secret would be well secured;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A tempting bait, which made her, with regret,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resist the witching charm that her beset. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        UNLUCKILY, 'twas then the month of May,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When youthful hearts are often led astray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soft desire can scarcely be concealed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But presses through the pores to be revealed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How many do we see, by slow degrees,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, step by step, accord their ALL to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, at the onset, never dreamed to grant
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The smallest favour to their fond gallant.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of love so archly acts his part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, in unguarded moments, melts the heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That many belles have tumbled in the snare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, how it happened, scarcely could declare. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN they had reached the pleasing secret spot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young Hispal wished to go within the grot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though nearly overcome, she this declined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But then his services arose to mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her life from Ocean's waves, her honour too,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To him she owed; what could he have in view?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A something, which already has been shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was saved through Hispal's nervous arm alone:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, far better bless a real friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than have each treasure rifled in the end,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By some successful ruffian; think it o'er;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You little dream for whom you guard the store. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE princess felt the truth of this remark,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And half surrendered to the loving spark;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A show'r obliged the pair, without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To seek a shed:&mdash;the place I need not say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rest within the grotto lies concealed:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The scenes of Cupid ne'er should be revealed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alaciel blame, or not&mdash;I've many known,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With less excuses, who've like favours shown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALONE the cavern witnessed not their bliss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In love, a point once gained, naught feels amiss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If trees could speak that grew within the dell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What joys they viewed&mdash;what stories they might tell!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The park, the lawn, the pleasure grounds, and bow'rs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belts of roses, and the beds of flow'rs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All, all could whisper something of the kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, both longed their friends again to find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite cloyed with love, they sighed to be at court;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus spoke the fair her wishes to support. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LOVED youth, to ME you must be ever dear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To doubt it would ungen'rous now appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But tell me, pray, what's love without desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Devoid of fear, and nothing to acquire?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Flame unconfined is soon exhausted found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, thwarted in its course 'twill long abound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I fear this spot, which we so highly prize,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will soon appear a desert in our eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And prove at last our grave; relieve my woe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once to Alexandria, Hispal go;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alive pronounced, you presently will see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What worthy people think of you and me;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conceal our residence, declare you came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My journey to prepare, (your certain aim,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And see that I've a num'rous escort sent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To guard me from a similar event.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By it, believe me, you shall nothing lose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this is what I willingly would choose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, be I single, or in Hymen's band,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd have you follow me by sea and land,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And be assured, should favour I withdraw,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That I've observed in you some glaring flaw. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WERE her intentions fully as expressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or contrary to what her lips confessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No matter which her view, 'twas very plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If she would Hispal's services retain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere right the youth with promises to feed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While his assistance she so much must need:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As soon as he was ready to depart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She pressed him fondly to her glowing heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And charged him with a letter to the king;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This Hispal hastened to the prince to bring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each sail he crowded:&mdash;plied with ev'ry oar;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wind quite fair soon brought him to shore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To court he went, where all with eager eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Demanded if he lived, amid surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And where he left the princess; what her state?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These questions answered, Hispal, quite elate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Procured the escort, which, without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though leaving him behind, was sent away:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No dark mistrust retained the noble youth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Zarus wished it: such appeared the truth. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BY one of early years the troop was led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome lad, and elegantly bred.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He landed with his party near the park.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And these in two divided ere 'twas dark. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE half he left a guard upon the shore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with the other hastened to the door,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where dwelled the belle, who daily fairer grew:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our chief was smitten instantly at view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, fearing opportunity again,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like this, perhaps, he never might obtain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Avowed at once his passion to the fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At which she frowned, and told him, with an air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To recollect his duty, and her rank:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With equals only, he should be so frank. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ON these occasions, prudent 'tis to show
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your disappointment by a face of woe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Seem ev'ry way the picture of despair:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This countenance our knight appeared to wear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To starve himself he vowed was his design;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To use the poniard he should ne'er incline,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For then no time for penitence would rest.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The princess of his folly made a jest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He fasted one whole day; she-tried in vain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make him from the enterprise refrain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, the second day she 'gan to feel,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And strong emotion scarcely could conceal.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What! let a person die her charms could save!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas cruel, thus to treat a youth so brave.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through pity, she at last, to please the chief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Consented to bestow on him relief;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, favours, when conferred with sullen air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But little gratify she was aware. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHen satisfied the smart gallant appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And anxiously to putting off adhered,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pretending that the wind and tide would fail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The galleys sometimes were unfit to sail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Repairs required; then further heard the news,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That certain pirates had unpleasant views;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To fall upon the escort they'd contrived:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, a pirate suddenly arrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Surprized the party left upon the shore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Destroyed the whole; then sought the house for more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scaled the walls while darkness spread around.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pirate was Grifonio's second found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, in a trice, the noble mansion took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And joy gave place to grief in ev'ry look. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THe Alexandrian swore and cursed his lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pirate soon the lady's story got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, taking her aside, his share required
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such impudence Alaciel's patience tired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, ev'ry thing refused with haughty air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of this, howe'er, the robber was aware;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Venus' court no novice was he thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gain the princess anxiously he sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, you'd better take me as a friend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm more than pirate, and you'll comprehend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As you've obliged one dying swain to fast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You fast in turn, or you'll give way at last;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis justice this demands: we sons of sea
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Know how to deal with those of each degree;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Remember you will nothing have to eat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till your surrender fully is complete. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NO haggling, princess pray, my word receive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What could be done, her terror to relieve?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Above all law is might:&mdash;'twill take its course;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Entire submission is the last resource. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OF'T what we would not, we're obliged to do,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When fate our steps with rigour will pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No folly greater than to heighten pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When we are sensible relief is vain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What she, through pity, to another gave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might well be granted when herself 'twould save. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length she yielded to this suitor rude:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No grief so great, but what may be subdued.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould in the pirate doubtless have been wise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle to move, and thus prevent surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But who, from folly in amours is free?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of love and wisdom ne'er agree. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHILE our gay pirate thought himself at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wind quite fair to sail when he might please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dame Fortune, sleepy only while we wake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And slily watching when repose we take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Contrived a trick the cunning knave to play,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this was put in force ere break of day. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A LORD, the owner of a neighb'ring seat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unmarried;&mdash;fond of what was nice and neat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without attachment, and devoid of care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Save something new to meet among the FAIR;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Grew tired of those he long around had viewed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now constantly, in thought, our belle pursued.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd money, friends, and credit all his days,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And could two thousand men at pleasure raise:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One charming morn, together these he brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, brave fellows, can it well be thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That we allow a pirate, (dire disgrace!)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To plunder as he likes before our face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And make a slave of one whose form 's divine?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let's to the castle, such is my design,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from the ruffian liberate the fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This evening ev'ry one will here repair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well armed, and then in silence we'll proceed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (By night 'tis nothing will impede,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ere Aurora peeps, perform the task;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The only booty that I mean to ask
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is this fair dame; but not a slave to make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I anxiously desire to let her take
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er is her's:&mdash;restore her honour too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All other things I freely leave to you;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Men, horses, baggage, in a word, the whole
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of what the knavish rascals now control.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another thing, howe'er:&mdash;I wish to hang
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pirate instantly, before his gang. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS speech so well succeeded to inspire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That scarcely could the men retain their ire. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE evening came, the party soon arrived;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They ate not much, but drink their rage revived.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By such expensive treats we've armies known,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Germany and Flanders overthrown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And our commander was of this aware
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas prudent, surely, no expense to spare. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEY carried ladders for the escalade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And each was furnished with a tempered blade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No other thing embarrassing they'd got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No drums; but all was silent as the grot. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEY reached the house when nearly break of day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The time old Morpheus' slumbers often weigh;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gang, with few exceptions, (then asleep),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were sent, their vigils with grim death to keep. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE chief hung up:&mdash;the princess soon appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her spirits presently our champion cheered;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pirate scarcely had her bosom moved:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No tears at least a marked affection proved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, by her prayers she pardon sought to gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For some who were not in the conflict slain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Consoled the dying, and lamented those,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, by the sword, had closed their book of woes:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then left the place without the least regret,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where such adventures and alarms she'd met.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis said, indeed, she presently forgot
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The two gallants who last became her lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I can easily the fact believe:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Removed from sight, but few for lovers grieve. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHE, by her neighbour, was received, we're told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Mid costly furniture and burnished gold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We may suppose what splendour shone around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When all-attracting he would fain be found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The best of wines; each dish considered rare:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gods themselves received not better fare:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till then, Alaciel ne'er had tasted wine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her faith forbade a liquor so divine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, unacquainted with the potent juice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She much indulged at table in its use.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If lately LOVE disquieted her brain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        New poison now pervaded ev'ry vein;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both fraught with danger to the beauteous FAIR,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose charms should guarded be with ev'ry care. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE princess by the maids in bed was placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then thither went the host with anxious haste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What sought he? you will ask:&mdash;mere torpid charms:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I wish the like were clasped within my arms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Give me as much, said one the other week,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And see if I'd a neighbour's kindness seek.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through Morpheus' sleepy pow'r, and Bacchus' wine:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our host, at length, completed his design. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALACIEL, when at morn, she oped her eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was quite o'ercome with terror and surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No tears would flow, and fear restrained her voice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unable to resist, she'd got no choice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A NIGHT thus passed, the wily lover said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Must surely give a license to your bed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The princess thought the same; but our gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon cloyed, for other conquests 'gan to pant. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0180m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0180m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0180.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE host one evening from the mansion went;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A friend he left himself to represent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with the charming fair supply his place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which, in the dark he thought, with easy grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might be effected, if he held his tongue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And properly behaved the whole night long.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this the other willingly agreed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (What friend would be refused, if thus in need?)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this new-comer had complete success
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He scarcely could his ecstacy express. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE dame exclaimed:&mdash;pray how could he pretend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To treat me so, and leave me to a friend?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other thought the host was much to blame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since 'tis o'er, said he, be now your aim,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To punish his contempt of beauteous charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With favours load me&mdash;take me to your arms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Caress with fond embrace; bestow delight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seem to love me, though in mere despite. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHE followed his advice: avenged the wrong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And naught omitted, pleasures to prolong.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If he obtained his wishes from the fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The host about it scarcely seemed to care. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE sixth adventure of our charming belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some writers one way, some another tell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whence many think that favour I have shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And for her, one gallant the less would own.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mere scandal this; from truth I would nor swerve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To please the fair: more credence I deserve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her husband only eight precursors had;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fact was such;&mdash;I none suppress nor add. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE host returned and found his friend content;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pardon him Alaciel gave consent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'tween them things would equally divide
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of royal bosoms clemency's the pride. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHILE thus the princess passed from hand to hand
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She oft amused her fancy 'mong a band
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of charming belles that on her would attend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And one of these she made an humble friend.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fav'rite in the house a lover had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A smart, engaging, handsome, clever lad,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well born, but much to violence inclined
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wooer that could scarcely be confined
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gentle means, but oft his suit began,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where others end, who follow Cupid's plan. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT one day happened, that this forward spark;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl we speak of, met within the park,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to a summer-house the fav'rite drew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The course they took the princess chanced to view
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As wand'ring near; but neither swain nor fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Suspicion had, that any one was there;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this gallant most confidently thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl by force, might to his terms be brought!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His wretched temper, obstacle to love,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry bliss bestowed by heav'n above,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had oft his hopes of favours lately marred;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fear, with those designs, had also jarred:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl, howe'er, would likely have been kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If opportunities had pleased her mind. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lover, now convinced that he was feared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In dark designs upon her persevered.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No sooner had she entered, than our man
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Locked instantly the door, but vain his plan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To open it the princess had a key;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl her fault perceived, and tried to flee;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He held her fast; the charmer loudly called;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The princess came&mdash;or vainly she had squalled. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        QUITE disappointed: overcome with ire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He wholly lost respect amid desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And swore by all the gods, that, ere they went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The one or other should to him consent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their hands he'd firmly tie to have his way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For help (the place so far) 'twere vain to pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take a lot was all that he'd allow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, draw, he said; to Fortune you must bow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No haggling I request&mdash;comply; be still:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resolved I am with one to have my will. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHAT has the princess done? the girl replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you, to make her suffer, thus decide
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, said the spark, if on her fall the lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then you'll, at least for present, be forgot. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NO, cried Alaciel, ne'er I'll have it said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To sacrifice I saw a maiden led;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll suffer rather all that you expect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you will spare my friend as I direct.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas all in vain, the lots were drawn at last,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on the princess was the burthen cast;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other was permitted to retire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And each was sworn that nothing should transpire:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But our gallant would sooner have been hung,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than have upon such secrets held his tongue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis clear, no longer silent he remained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than one to listen to his tale he'd gained. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS change of favourites the princess grieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Cupid trifled with her she perceived;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With much regret she saw her blooming charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Helen of too many Paris' arms. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE day it happened, as our beauteous belle
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was sleeping in a wood beside a dell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By chance there passed, quite near, a wand'ring knight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like those the ladies followed with delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When they on palfreys rode in days of old,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And purity were always thought to hold. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS knight, who copied those of famed romance,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sir Roger, and the rest, in complisance,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No sooner saw the princess thus asleep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than instantly he wished a kiss to reap.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While thinking, whether from the neck or lip,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere best the tempting balm of bliss to sip,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He suddenly began to recollect
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The laws of chivalry he should respect.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Although the thought retained, his fervent prayer
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Cupid was, that while the nymph was there,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her fascinating charms he might enjoy;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sure love's soft senses were ne'er designed to cloy! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE princess woke, and great surprise expressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oh! charming fair, said he, be not distressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No savage of the woods nor giant 's nigh,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wand'ring knight alone you now descry,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delighted thus to meet a beauteous belle
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such charms divine, what angel can excel! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS compliment was followed by his sighs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And frank confession, both from tongue and eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our lover far in little time could go;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, he offered on her to bestow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His hand and heart, and ev'ry thing beside,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which custom sanctions when we seek a bride. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH courtesy his offer was received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And she related what her bosom grieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Detailed her hist'ry, but with care concealed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The six gallants, as wrong to be revealed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The knight, in what he wished, indulgence got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, while the princess much deplored her lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youth proposed Alaciel he should bring,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Mamolin, or Alexandria's king. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO Mamolin? replied the princess fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, no&mdash;I now indeed would fain repair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Could I my wishes have), to Zarus' court,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My native country:&mdash;thither give support. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF Cupid grant me life, rejoined the knight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You there shall go, and I'll assist your flight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have redress, upon yourself depends,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As well as to requite the best of friends;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But should I perish in the bold design,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Submit you must, as wills the pow'rs divine.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll freely say, howe'er, that I regard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My services enough to claim reward. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALACIEL readily to this agreed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And favours fondly promised to concede;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        T'ensure, indeed, his guarding her throughout,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They were to be conferred upon the route,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From time to time as onward they should go,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not all at once, but daily some to flow. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THINGS thus arranged, the fair behind the knight
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Got up at once, and with him took to flight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our cavalier his servants sought to find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, when he crossed the wood, he left behind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With these a nephew and his tutor rode;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle a palfrey took, as more the mode,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, by her walked attentively the spark,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A tale he'd now relate; at times remark
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The passing scene; then press his ardent flame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thus amused our royal, beauteous dame. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE treaty was most faithfully observed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No calculation wrong; from naught they swerved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delightfully serene, which joy increased;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To land they came (from perils thought released;)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their escort was the lover's train alone;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        New dangers they, alas! were forced to share. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO cede, at first, their numbers forced the train;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But rallied by our knight they were again;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A desp'rate push he made; repulsed their force;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And by his valour stopt, at length, their course;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which attack a mortal wound he got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But was not left for dead upon the spot. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BEFORE his death he full instructions gave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To grant the belle whatever she might crave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He ordered too, his nephew should convey,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alaciel to her home without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bequeathing him whatever he possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And&mdash;what the princess owed among the rest. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, from dread alarms and tears released,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pair fulfilled the will of our deceased;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Discharged each favour was, of which the last
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was cancelled just as they the frontiers passed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE nephew here his precious charge resigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For fear the king should be displeased to find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His daughter guarded by a youthful swain:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tutor only with her could remain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NO words of mine, no language can express
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The monarch's joy his child to re-possess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, since the difficulty I perceive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll imitate old Sol's retreat at eve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who falls with such rapidity of view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He seems to plunge, dame Thetis to pursue. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE tutor liked his own details to hear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And entertaining made his tales appear:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The num'rous perils that the fair had fled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who laughed aside, no doubt, at what he said. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I SHOULD observe, the aged tutor cried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The princess, while for liberty she sighed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And quite alone remained (by Hispal left,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That she might be of idleness bereft,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resolved most fervently a god to serve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From whom she scarcely since would ever swerve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A god much worshipped 'mong the people there,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With num'rous temples which his honours share,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Denominated cabinets and bow'rs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which, from high respect to heav'nly pow'rs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They represent the image of a bird,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pleasing sight, though (what appears absurd)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis bare of plumage, save about the wings;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this each youthful bosom incense brings,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While other gods, as I've been often told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They scarcely notice, till they're growing old. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        DID you but know the virtuous steps she trod,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While thus devoted to the little god,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'd thank a hundred times the pow'rs above,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That gave you such a child to bless your love.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But many other customs there abound:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The FAIR with perfect liberty are found:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can go and come, whene'er the humour fits;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No eunuch (shadow like) that never quits;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But watches ev'ry movement:&mdash;always feared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No men, but who've upon the chin a beard:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your daughter from the first, their manners took:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So easy is her ev'ry act and look,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And truly to her honour I may say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She's all-accommodating ev'ry way. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE king delighted seemed at what he heard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since her journey could not be deferred,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The princess, with a num'rous escort, tried
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again o'er seas t'wards Garba's shores to glide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, there arrived, was cordially received
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By Mamolin, who loved, she soon believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To fond excess; and, all her suite to aid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome gift to ev'ry one was made. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE king with noble feasts the court regaled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At which Alaciel pleasantly detailed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        just what she liked, or true or false, 'twas clear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The prince and courtiers were disposed to hear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT night the queen retired to soft repose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From whence next morn with honour she arose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The king was found much pleasure to express;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alaciel asked no more, you well may guess. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BY this we learn, that husbands who aver
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their wond'rous penetration often err;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while they fancy things so very plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They've been preceded by a fav'rite swain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The safest rule 's to be upon your guard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fear ev'ry guile; yet hope the full reward. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SWEET, charming FAIR, your characters revere;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Mamolin's a bird not common here.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With us Love's fascination is so soon
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Succeeded by the licensed honey moon,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There's scarcely opportunity to fool,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though oft the husband proves an easy tool. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YOUR friendships may be very chaste and pure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But strangely Cupid's lessons will allure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Defeat his wiles; resist his tempting charms
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en from suspicion suffer not alarms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Don't laugh at my advice; 'twere like the boys,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who better might amuse themselves with toys. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF any one, howe'er unable seem,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make resistance 'gainst the flame supreme
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Turn ALL to jest; though right to keep the crown
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet lost, 'there wrong, yourself to hang or drown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Magick_Cup" id="Magick_Cup">THE MAGICK CUP</a>
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0192m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0192m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0192.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To dark suspicion grown an easy tool;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No soft repose he finds, by night or day;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But rings his ear, he's wretched ev'ry way!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Continually he dreams his forehead sprouts;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The truth of reveries he never doubts.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But this I would not fully guaranty,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For he who dreams, 'tis said, asleep should be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And those who've caught, from time to time, a peep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pretend to say&mdash;the jealous never sleep. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A MAN who has suspicions soon will rouse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But buz a fly around his precious spouse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once he fancies cuckoldom is brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nothing can eradicate the thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In spite of reason he must have a place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And numbered be, among the horned race;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A cuckold to himself he freely owns,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though otherwise perhaps in flesh and bones. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        GOOD folks, of cuckoldom, pray what's the harm,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give, from time to time, such dire alarm?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What injury 's received, and what 's the wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At which so many sneer and loll their tongue?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While unacquainted with the fact, 'tis naught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If known:&mdash;e'en then 'tis scarcely worth a thought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You think, however, 'tis a serious grief;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then try to doubt it, which may bring relief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And don't resemble him who took a sup,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From out the celebrated magick cup.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be warned by others' ills; the tale I'll tell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps your irksomeness it may dispel. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT first, by reason let me prove, I pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That evil such as this, and which you say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oft weighs you down with soul-corroding care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is only in the mind:&mdash;mere spright of air:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your hat upon your head for instance place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Less gently rather than's your usual case;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray, don't it presently at ease remain?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from it do you aught amiss retain?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not e'en a spot; there's nothing half so clear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The features, too, they as before appear?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No difference assuredly you see?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then how can cuckoldom an evil be?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such my conclusion, spite of fools or brutes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With whose ideas reason never suits. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YES, yes, but honour has, you know, a claim:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who e'er denied it?&mdash;never 'twas my aim.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what of honour?&mdash;nothing else is heard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At Rome a different conduct is preferred;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cuckold there, who takes the thing to heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is thought a fool, and acts a blockhead's part;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While he, who laughs, is always well received
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And honest fellow through the town believed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were this misfortune viewed with proper eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such ills from cuckoldom would ne'er arise. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THAT advantageous 'tis, we now will prove:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Folks laugh; your wife a pliant glove shall move;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, if you've twenty favourites around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A single syllable will ne'er resound.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whene'er you speak, each word has double force;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At table, you've precedency of course,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And oft will get the very nicest parts;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well pleased who serves you!&mdash;all the household smarts
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No means neglect your favour to obtain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You've full command; resistance would be vain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whence this conclusion must directly spring:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be a cuckold is a useful thing. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT cards, should adverse fortune you pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take revenge is ever thought your due;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And your opponent often will revoke,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you for better luck may have a cloak:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you've a friend o'er head and ears in debt:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once, to help him numbers you can get.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You fancy these your rind regales and cheers
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She's better for it; more beautiful appears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Spartan king, in Helen found new charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When he'd recovered her from Paris' arms. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YOUR wife the same; to make her, in your eye,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More beautiful 's the aim you may rely;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, if unkind, she would a hag be thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Incapable soft love scenes to be taught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These reasons make me to my thesis cling,&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be a cuckold is a useful thing. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF much too long this introduction seem,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The obvious cause is clearly in the theme,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And should not certainly be hurried o'er,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now for something from th' historick store. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A CERTAIN man, no matter for his name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His country, rank, nor residence nor fame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through fear of accidents had firmly sworn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The marriage chain should ne'er by him be worn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No tie but friendship, from the sex he'd crave:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If wrong or right, the question we will wave.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be this as 't will, since Hymen could not find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our wight to bear the wedded knot inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of love, to manage for him tried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what he wished, from time to time supplied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lively fair he got, who charms displayed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And made him father to a little maid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then died, and left the spark dissolved in tears:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not such as flow for wives, (as oft appears)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When mourning 's nothing more than change of dress:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His anguish spoke the soul in great distress. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE daughter grew in years, improved in mien,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon the woman in her air was seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Time rolls apace, and once she's ridded of her bib,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then alters daily, and her tongue gets glib,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each year still taller, till she's found at length;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A perfect belle in look, in age, in strength.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His forward child, the father justly feared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would cheat the priest of fees so much revered;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lawyer too, and god of marriage-joys;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sad fault, that future prospects oft destroys:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To trust her virtue was not quite so sure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He chose a convent, to be more secure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where this young charmer learned to pray and sew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No wicked books, unfit for girls to know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Corruption's page the senses to beguile
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dan Cupid never writes in convent style: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OF nothing would she talk but holy-writ;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which she could herself so well acquit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That oft the gravest teachers were confused;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To praise her beauty, scarcely was excused;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No flatt'ry pleasure gave, and she'd reply:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good sister stay!&mdash;consider, we must die;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each feature perishes:&mdash;'tis naught but clay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon will worms upon our bodies prey:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Superior needle-work our fair could do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spindle turn at ease:&mdash;embroider too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Minerva's skill, or Clotho's, could impart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In tapestry she'd gained Arachne's art;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And other talents, too, the daughter showed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her sense, wealth, beauty, soon were spread abroad:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But most her wealth a marked attention drew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle had been immured with prudent view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To keep her safely till a spouse was found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who with sufficient riches should abound.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From convents, heiresses are often led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Directly to the altar to be wed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SOME time the father had the girl declared
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His lawful child, who all his fondness shared.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As soon as she was free from convent walls,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her taste at once was changed from books to balls;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Around Calista (such was named our fair)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A host of lovers showed attentive care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cits, courtiers, officers, the beau, the sage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Adventurers of ev'ry rank and age. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FROM these Calista presently made choice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of one for whom her father gave his voice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome lad, and thought good humoured too
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few otherwise appear when first they woo.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her fortune ample was; the dow'r the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle an only child; the like her flame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But better still, our couple's chief delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was mutual love and pleasure to excite. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TWO years in paradise thus passed the pair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When bliss was changed to Hell's worst cank'ring care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fit of jealousy the husband grieved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, strange to tell, he all at once believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lover with success his wife addressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When, but for him, the suit had ne'er been pressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For though the spark, the charming fair to gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would ev'ry wily method try, 'twas plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet had the husband never terrors shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover, in despair, had quickly flown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHAT should a husband do whose wife is sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With anxious fondness by another? Naught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis this that leads me ever to advise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To sleep at ease whichever side he lies.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In case she lends the spark a willing ear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twill not be better if you interfere:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She'll seek more opportunities you'll find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But if to pay attention she's inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll raise the inclination in her brain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then the danger will begin again. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHERE'ER suspicion dwells you may be sure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To cuckoldom 'twill prove a place secure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Damon (such the husband's name), 'tis clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thought otherwise, as we shall make appear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He merits pity, and should be excused,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since he, by bad advice, was much abused;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When had he trusted to himself to guide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd acted wisely,'&mdash;hear and you'll decide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE Enchantress Neria flourished in those days;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en Circe, she excelled in Satan's ways;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The storms she made obedient to her will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And regulated with superior skill;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In chains the destinies she kept around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gentle zephyrs were her sages found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The winds, her lacqueys, flew with rapid course;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alert, but obstinate, with pow'rful force. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH all her art th' enchantress could not find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A charm to guard her 'gainst the urchin blind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though she'd the pow'r to stop the star of day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She burned to gain a being formed of clay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If merely a salute her wish had been,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She might have had it, easily was seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But bliss unbounded clearly was her view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this with anxious ardour she'd pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though charms she had, still Damon would remain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her who had his heart a faithful swain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In vain she sought the genial soft caress:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Neria naught but friendship he'd express.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like Damon, husbands nowhere now are found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I'm not certain, such were e'er on ground.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I rather fancy, hist'ry is not here,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What we would wish, since truth it don't revere,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I nothing in the hippogriff perceive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or lance enchanted, but we may believe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet this I must confess has raised surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, to pass it will perhaps suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've many passed the same,&mdash;in ancient days;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Men different were from us: had other ways;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unlike the present manners, we'll suppose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or history would other facts disclose. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE am'rous Neria to obtain her end,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Made use of philters, and would e'en descend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To ev'ry wily look and secret art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That could to him she loved her flame impart.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our swain his marriage vow to this opposed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At which th' enchantress much surprise disclosed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You doubtless fancy, she exclaimed one day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That your fidelity must worth display;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I should like to know if equal care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Calista takes to act upon the square.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Suppose your wife had got a smart gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would you refuse as much a fair to grant?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if Calista, careless of your fame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should carry to extremes a guilty flame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would you but half way go? I truly thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By sturdy hymen thus you'd not be caught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Domestick joys should be to cits confined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For none but such were scenes like those designed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT as to you:&mdash;decline Love's choice pursuit!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No anxious wish to taste forbidden fruit?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though such you banish from your thoughts I see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A friend thereto I fain would have you be.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come make the trial: you'll Calista find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite new again when to her arms resigned.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But let me tell you, though your wife be chaste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Erastus to your mansion oft is traced. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AND do you think, cried Damon with an air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Erastus visits as a lover there?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much he seems, my friend, to act a part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That proves the villain both in head and heart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID Neria, mortified at this reply,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though he's a friend on whom you may rely,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Calista beauty has; much worth the man,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With smart address to execute his plan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when we meet accomplishments so rare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few women but will tumble in the snare. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS conversation was by Damon felt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wife, brisk, young, and formed 'mid joys to melt;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A man well versed in Cupid's wily way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No courtier bolder of the present day;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well made and handsome, with attractive mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Wo what might happen was the husband blind?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whoever trusts implicitly to friends,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too oft will find, on shadows he depends.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray where's the devotee, who could withstand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tempting glimpse of charms that all command;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which first invite by halves: then bolder grow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till fascination spreads, and bosoms glow?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our Damon fancied this already done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or, at the best, might be too soon begun:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On these foundations gloomy views arose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Chimeras dire, destructive of repose. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TH' enchantress presently a hint received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That those suspicions much the husband grieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And better to succeed and make him fret,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She told him of a thing, 'mong witches met,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas metamorphose-water (such the name)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With this could Damon take Erastus' frame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His gait, his look, his carriage, air and voice
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus changed, he easily could mark her choice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each step observe:&mdash;enough, he asked no more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Erastus' shape the husband quickly bore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His easy manner, and appearance caught:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With captivating smiles his wife he sought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thus addressed the fair with ev'ry grace:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How blithe that look! enchanting is your face;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your beauty's always great, I needs must say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But never more delightful than to-day. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CALISTA saw the flatt'ring lover's scheme;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And turned to ridicule the wily theme.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His manner Damon changed, from gay to grave:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now sighs, then tears; but nothing could enslave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady, virtue firmly would maintain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, the husband, seeing all was vain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Proposed a bribe, and offered such a sum,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her anger dropt: the belle was overcome.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The price was very large, it might excuse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though she at first was prompted to refuse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At last, howe'er her chastity gave way:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gold's allurements few will offer nay!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cash, resistance had so fully laid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Surrender would at any time be made.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The precious ore has universal charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enchains the will, or sets the world in arms! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THOUGH elegant your form, and smart your dress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your air, your language, ev'ry warmth express
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, if a banker, or a financier,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With handsome presents happen to appear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once is blessed the wealthy paramour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While you a year may languish at the door. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0206m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0206m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0206.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        THIS heart, inflexible, it seems, gave ground,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To money's pow'rful, all-subduing sound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rock now disappeared&mdash;and, in its stead,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lamb was found, quite easy to be led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, as a proof, resistance she would wave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A kiss, by way of earnest freely gave.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No further would the husband push the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor be himself a witness of his shame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But straight resumed his form, and to his wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried, O Calista! once my soul and life
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Calista, whom I fondly cherished long;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Calista, whose affection was so strong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is gold more dear than hearts in union twined?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To wash thy guilt, thy blood should be assigned.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still I love thee, spite of evil thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My death will pay the ills thou'st on me brought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE metamorphosis our dame surprised;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give relief her tears but just sufficed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She scarcely spoke; the husband, days remained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Reflecting on the circumstance that pained.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Himself a cuckold could he ever make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By mere design a liberty to take?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, horned or not? the question seemed to be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Neria told him, if from doubts not free,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Drink from the cup:&mdash;with so much art 'tis made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, whose'er of cuckoldom 's afraid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let him but put it to his eager lips
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If he's a cuckold, out the liquor slips;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He naught can swallow; and the whole is thrown
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        About his face or clothes, as oft 's been shown.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But should, from out his brow, no horns yet pop&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He drinks the whole, nor spills a single drop. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE doubt to solve, our husband took a sup,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From this famed, formidably, magick cup;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor did he any of the liquor waste:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well, I am safe, said he, my wife is chaste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though on myself it wholly could depend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But from it what have I to apprehend?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Make room, good folks, who leafless branches wear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you desire those honours I should share.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus Damon spoke, and to his precious wife
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A curious sermon preached, it seems, on life. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF cuckoldom, my friends, such torments give;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis better far 'mong savages to live! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LEST worse should happen, Damon settled spies,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, o'er his lady watched with Argus' eyes.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She turned coquette; restraints the FAIR awake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And only prompt more liberties to take.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The silly husband secrets tried to know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And rather seemed to seek the wily foe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which fear has often rendered fatal round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When otherwise the ill had ne'er been found. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FOUR times an hour his lips to sip he placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And clearly, for a week was not disgraced.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, no further went his ease of mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oh, fatal science! fatally designed!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With fury Damon threw the cup away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, in his rage, himself inclined to slay. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIS wife he straight shut up within a tower,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where, morn and night, he showed a husband's pow'r,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Reproach bestowed: while she bewailed her lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere better far, if he'd concealed the blot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For now, from mouth to mouth, and ear to ear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It echoed, and re-echoed far and near. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MEANWHILE Calista led a wretched life;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No gold nor jewels Damon left his wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which made the jailer faithful, since 'twere vain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hope, unbribed, this Cerberus to gain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, the wife a lucky moment sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Damon seemed by soft caresses caught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, I've guilty been, I freely own;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But though my crime is great, I'm not alone;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alas! how few escape from like mishap;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Mong Hymen's band so common is the trap;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And though at you the immaculate may smile,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What use to fret and all the sex revile? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WELL I'll console myself, and pardon you,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried Damon, when sufficient I can view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of ornamented foreheads, just like mine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To form among themselves a royal line;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis only to employ the magick cup,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From which I learned your secrets by a sup. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIS plan to execute, the husband went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry passenger was thither sent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where Damon entertained, with sumptuous fare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, at the end, proposed the magick snare:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, my wife played truant to my bed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Wish you to know if your's be e'er misled?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis right how things go on at home to trace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if upon the cup your lips you place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In case your wife be chaste, there'll naught go wrong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, if to Vulcan's troop you should belong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And prove an antlered brother, you will spill
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The liquor ev'ry way, in spite of skill. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO all the men, that Damon could collect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cup he offered, and they tried th' effect;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But few escaped, at which they laughed or cried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As feelings led, or cuckoldom they spied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose surly countenance the wags believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In many houses near, might be perceived. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALREADY Damon had sufficient found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To form a regiment and march around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At times they threatened governors to hang,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless they would surrender to their gang;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But few they wanted to complete the force,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon a royal army made of course.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From day to day their numbers would augment,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without the beat of drum, to great extent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their rank was always fixed by length of horn:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Foot soldiers those, whose branches short were borne;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dragoons, lieutenants, captains, some became,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And even colonels, those of greater fame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The portion spilled by each from out the vase
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was taken for the length, and fixed the place.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wight, who in an instant spilled the whole,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was made a gen'ral: not commander sole,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For many followed of the same degree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'twas determined they should equals be. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE rank and file now nearly found complete,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And full enough an enemy to beat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young Reynold, nephew of famed Charlemain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By chance came by: the spark they tried to gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, after treating him with sumptuous cheer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the magick cup mas made appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But no way Reynold could be led to drink:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My wife, cried he, I truly faithful think,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that's enough; the cup can nothing more;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should I, who sleep with two eyes, sleep with four?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I feel at ease, thank heav'n, and have no dread,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then why to seek new cares should I be led?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should fancy me another, who would sup,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To any thing but this I will agree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then Reynold from the antlered corps withdrew. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID Damon, gentlemen, 'tis pretty clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So wise as Reynold, none of us appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But let's console ourselves;&mdash;'tis very plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The same are others:&mdash;to repine were vain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, such numbers on their rolls they bore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Calista liberty obtained once more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As promised formerly, and then her charms
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again were taken to her spouse's arms. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LET Reynold's conduct, husbands, be your line;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who Damon's follows surely will repine.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps the first should have been made the chief;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though, doubtless, that is matter of belief.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No mortal can from danger feel secure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be exempt from spilling, who is sure?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor Roland, Reynold, nor famed Charlemain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what had acted wrong to risk the stain. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Falcon" id="Falcon">THE FALCON</a>
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0212m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0212m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0212.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sort of lover, avaricious named;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if in opposites we reason see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The liberal in paradise should be.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rule is just and, with the warmest zeal,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To prove the fact I to the CHURCH appeal. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN Florence once there dwelled a gentle youth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who loved a certain beauteous belle with truth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'er all his actions she had full controul;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To please he would have sold his very soul.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If she amusements wished, he'd lavish gold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Convinced in love or war you should be bold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cash ne'er spare:&mdash;invincible its pow'rs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'erturning walls or doors where'er it show'rs.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The precious ore can every thing o'ercome;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twill silence barking curs: make servants dumb;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And these can render eloquent at will:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Excel e'en Tully in persuasive skill;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short he'd leave no quarter unsubdued,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless therein the fair he could include. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHE stood th' attack howe'er, and Frederick failed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His force was vain whenever he assailed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without the least return his wealth he spent:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lands, houses, manors of immense extent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were ev'ry now and then to auction brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gratify his love was all he thought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE rank of 'squire till lately he had claimed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now scarcely was he even mister named;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of wealth by Cupid's stratagems bereft,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A single farm was all the man had left;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Friends very few, and such as God alone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could tell if friendship they might not disown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The best were led their pity to express;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas all he got: it could not well be less;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To lend without security was wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And former favours they'd forgotten long;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With all that Frederick could or say or do,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His liberal conduct soon was lost to view. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH Clytia he no longer was received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than while he was a man of wealth believed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Balls, concerts, op'ras, tournaments, and plays,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Expensive dresses, all engaging ways,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were used to captivate this lady fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While scarcely one around but in despair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Wife, widow, maid, his fond affection sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gain him, ev'ry wily art was brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But all in vain:&mdash;by passion overpow'red,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle, whose conduct others would have soured,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To him appeared a goddess full of charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Superior e'en to Helen, in his arms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From whence we may conclude, the beauteous dame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was always deaf to Fred'rick's ardent flame. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ENAMOURED of the belle, his lands he sold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The family estates were turned to gold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many who the purchases had made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With pelf accumulated by their trade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Assumed the airs of men of noble birth:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fair subjects oft for ridicule and mirth! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        RICH Clytia was, and her good spouse, 'tis said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had lands which far and wide around were spread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No cash nor presents she would ever take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet suffered Frederick splendid treats to make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without designing recompense to grant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or being more than merely complaisant. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALREADY, if my mem'ry do not fail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've said, the youth's estates were put to sale,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pay for feasts the fair to entertain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what he'd left was only one domain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A petty farm to which he now retired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ashamed to show where once so much admired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wretched too, a prey to lorn despair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unable to obtain by splendid care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A beauty he'd pursued six years and more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And should for ever fervently adore.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His want of merit was the cause he thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That she could never to his wish be brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While from him not a syllable was heard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Against the lovely belle his soul preferred. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'MID poverty oft Fred'rick sighed and wept;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A toothless hag&mdash;his only servant kept;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His kitchen cold; (where commonly he dwelled;)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pretty decent horse his stable held;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A falcon too; and round about the grange,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our quondam 'squire repeatedly would range,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where oft, to melancholy, he was led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To sacrifice the game which near him fed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By Clytia's cruelty the gun was seized,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And feathered victims black chagrin appeased. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TWAS thus the lover whiled his hours away;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His heart-felt torments nothing could allay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Blessed if with fortune love he'd also lost,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which constantly his earthly comforts crossed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But this lorn passion preyed upon his mind:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where'er he rode, BLACK CARE would mount behind. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        DEATH took at length the husband of the fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An only son appointed was his heir,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sickly child, whose life, 'twas pretty plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could scarcely last till spring returned again,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which made the husband, by his will, decree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His wife the infant's successor should be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In case the babe at early years should die,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who soon grew worse and raised the widow's sigh. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TOO much affection parents ne'er can show:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A mother's feelings none but mothers know. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FAIR Clytia round her child with anxious care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Watched day and night, and no expense would spare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Inquired if this or that would please his taste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What he desired should be procured with haste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nothing would he have that she proposed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An ardent wish howe'er the boy disclosed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For Fred'rick's Falcon, and most anxious grew:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Tear followed tear, and nothing else would do.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When once a child has got a whim in brain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No peace, no rest, till he the boon obtain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WE should observe our belle, near Fred'rick's cot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome house and many lands had got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas there the lovely babe had lately heard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most wondrous stories of the bird averred;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No partridge e'er escaped its rapid wing:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On every morn down numbers it would bring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No money for it would its owner take;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much grieved was Clytia such request to make.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The man, for her, of wealth had been bereft;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How ask the only treasure he had left?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And him if she were led to importune,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could she expect that he'd accord the boon?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alas! ungratefully she oft repaid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His liberal treats, his concerts, serenade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And haughtily behaved from first to last:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How be so bold, (reflecting on the past,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see the man that she so ill had used?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ask a favour?&mdash;could she be excused?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But then her child!&mdash;perhaps his life 'twould save;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Naught would he take; the falcon she must crave. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THAT her sweet babe might be induced to eat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So meant the bird of Fred'rick to intreat;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her boy was heard continually to cry,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless he had the falcon, he should die. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE reasons strongly with the mother weighed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her visit to the 'squire was not delayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With fond affection for her darling heir,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One morn, alone she sought the lorn repair. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO Fred'rick's eye an angel she appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But shame he felt, that she, his soul revered,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should find him poor:&mdash;no servants to attend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor means to give a dinner to a friend.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The poverty in which he now was viewed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Distressed his mind and all his griefs renewed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why come? said he; what led you thus to trace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An humble slave of your celestial face?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A villager, a wretched being here;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too great the honour doubtless must appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas somewhere else you surely meant to go?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady in a moment answered no.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried he, I've neither cook nor kettle left;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then how can I receive you, thus bereft?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But you have bread, said Clytia:&mdash;that will do;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover quickly to the poultry flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In search of eggs; some bacon too he found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nothing else, except the hawk renowned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which caught his eye, and instantly was seized,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Slain, plucked, and made a fricassee that pleased. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0220m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0220m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0220.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        MEANWHILE the house-keeper for linen sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Knives, forks, plates, spoons, cups, glass and chairs she
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fricassee was served, the dame partook,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on the dish with pleasure seemed to look. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE dinner o'er, the widow then resolved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To ask the boon which in her mind resolved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She thus begun:&mdash;good sir, you'll think me mad,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To come and to your breast fresh trouble add;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've much to ask, and you will feel surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That one, for whom your love could ne'er suffice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should now request your celebrated bird;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can I expect the grant?&mdash;the thought 's absurd
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But pardon pray a mother's anxious fear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis for my child:&mdash;his life to me is dear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The falcon solely can the infant save;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet since to you I nothing ever gave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For all your kindness oft on me bestowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your fortune wasted:&mdash;e'en your nice abode,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alas! disposed of, large supplies to raise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To entertain and please in various ways:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I cannot hope this falcon to obtain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For sure I am the expectation's vane;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, rather perish child and mother too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than such uneasiness should you pursue:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Allow howe'er this parent, I beseech,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who loves her offspring 'yond the pow'r of speech,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or language to express, her only boy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sole hope, sole comfort, all her earthly joy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        True mother like, to seek her child's relief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in your breast deposit now her grief.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Affection's pow'r none better know than you,&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How few to love were ever half so true!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From such a bosom I may pardon crave
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soft pity's ever with the good and brave! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALAS! the wretched lover straight replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The bird was all I could for you provide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas served for dinner.&mdash;Dead?&mdash;exclaimed the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While trembling terror overspread her frame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No jest, said he, and from the soul I wish,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My heart, instead of that, had been the dish;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But doomed alas! am I by fate, 'tis clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To find no grace with her my soul holds dear:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd nothing left; and when I saw the bird,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To kill it instantly the thought occurred;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those naught we grudge nor spare to entertain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who o'er our feeling bosoms sov'reign reign:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All I can do is speedily to get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another falcon: easily they're met;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And by to-morrow I'll the bird procure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, Fred'rick, she replied, I now conjure
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll think no more about it; what you've done
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is all that fondness could have shown a son;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And whether fate has doomed the child to die,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or with my prayers the pow'rs above comply;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For you my gratitude will never end&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray let us hope to see you as a friend. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEN Clytia took her leave, and gave her hand;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A proof his love no more she would withstand.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He kissed and bathed her fingers with his tears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The second day grim death confirmed their fears: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE mourning lasted long and mother's grief;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But days and months at length bestowed relief;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No wretchedness so great, we may depend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what, to time's all-conqu'ring sithe will bend: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0224m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0224m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0224.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        TWO famed physicians managed with such care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That they recovered her from wild despair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tears gave place to cheerfulness and joy:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The one was TIME the other Venus' Boy.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her hand fair Clytia on the youth bestowed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As much from love as what to him she owed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LET not this instance howsoe'r mislead;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere wrong with hope our fond desires to feed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And waste our substance thus:&mdash;not all the FAIR,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Possess of gratitude a decent share.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With this exception they appear divine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In lovely WOMAN angel-charms combine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole indeed I do not here include;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alas; too many act the jilt and prude.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When kind, they're ev'ry blessing found below:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When otherwise a curse we often know. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <a name="p165" id="p165"></a><img alt="p165.jpg (34K)"
+       src="images/p165.jpg" style="width:100%;"  height="503" width="665"   /> </p>
+
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Little_Dog" id="Little_Dog"></a>THE LITTLE DOG
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this the god of love has oft recourse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When arrows fail to reach the secret source,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I'll maintain he's right, for, 'mong mankind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nice presents ev'ry where we pleasing find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Kings, princes, potentates, receive the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when a lady thinks she's not to blame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To do what custom tolerates around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Venus' acts are only Themis' found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll nothing 'gainst her say; more faults than one,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides the present, have their course begun. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A MANTUAN judge espoused a beauteous fair:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her name was Argia:&mdash;Anselm was her care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An aged dotard, trembling with alarms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While she was young, and blessed with seraph charms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, not content with such a pleasing prize,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His jealousy appeared without disguise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which greater admiration round her drew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who doubtless merited, in ev'ry view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attention from the first in rank or place
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So elegant her form, so fine her face. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0228m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0228m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0228.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        'TWOULD endless prove, and nothing would avail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each lover's pain minutely to detail:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their arts and wiles; enough 'twill be no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To say the lady's heart was found so stout,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She let them sigh their precious hours away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scarcely seemed emotion to betray. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHILE at the judge's, Cupid was employed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some weighty things the Mantuan state annoyed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of such importance, that the rulers meant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An embassy should to the Pope be sent.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As Anselm was a judge of high degree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No one so well embassador could be. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TWAS with reluctance he agreed to go,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And be at Rome their mighty Plenipo';
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The business would be long, and he must dwell
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Six months or more abroad, he could not tell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though great the honour, he should leave his dove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which would be painful to connubial love.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long embassies and journeys far from home
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oft cuckoldom around induce to roam. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband, full of fears about his wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Exclaimed&mdash;my ever&mdash;darling, precious life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I must away; adieu, be faithful pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To one whose heart from you can never stray
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But swear to me, my duck, (for, truth to tell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've reason to be jealous of my belle,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now swear these sparks, whose ardour I perceive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have sighed without success, and I'll believe.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still your honour better to secure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From slander's tongue, and virtue to ensure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd have you to our country-house repair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The city quit:&mdash;these sly gallants beware;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their presents too, accurst invention found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With danger fraught, and ever much renowned;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For always in the world, where lovers move,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These gifts the parent of assentment prove.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Gainst those declare at once; nor lend an ear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To flattery, their cunning sister-peer.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If they approach, shut straight both ears and eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For nothing you shall want that wealth supplies;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My store you may command; the key behold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where I've deposited my notes and gold.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Receive my rents; expend whate'er you please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll look for no accounts; live quite at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I shall be satisfied with what you do,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If naught therein to raise a blush I view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You've full permission to amuse your mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your love, howe'er, for me alone's designed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, recollect, must be for my return,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For which our bosoms will with ardour burn. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE good man's bounty seemingly was sweet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All pleasures, one excepted, she might greet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But that, alas! by bosoms unpossessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No happiness arises from the rest:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His lady promised ev'ry thing required:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deaf, blind, and cruel,&mdash;whosoe'er admired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not a present would her hand receive
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At his return, he fully might believe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She would be found the same as when he went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without gallant, or aught to discontent. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HER husband gone, she presently retired
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where Anselm had so earnestly desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lovers came, but they were soon dismissed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And told, from visits they must all desist;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their assiduities were irksome grown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And she was weary of their lovesick tone.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Save one, they all were odious to the fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome youth, with smart engaging air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But whose attentions to the belle were vain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In spite of arts, his aim he could not gain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His name was Atis, known to love and arms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who grudged no pains, could he possess her charms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each wile he tried, and if he'd kept to sighs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doubt the source is one that never dries;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But often diff'rent with expense 'tis found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His wealth was wasted rapidly around
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He wretched grew; at length for debt he fled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sought a desert to conceal his head.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As on the road he moved, a clown he met,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who with his stick an adder tried to get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From out a thicket, where it hissing lay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hoped to drive the countryman away:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our knight his object asked; the clown replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To slay the reptile anxiously I tried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Wherever met, an adder I would kill:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The race should be extinct if I'd my will. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHY would'st thou, friend, said Atis, these destroy?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        God meant that all should freely life enjoy.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youthful knight for reptiles had, we find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Less dread than what prevails with human kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He bore them in his arms:&mdash;they marked his birth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From noble Cadmus sprung, who, when on earth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At last, to serpent was in age transformed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The adder's bush the clown no longer stormed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more the spotted reptile sought to stay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But seized the time, and quickly crept away. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length our lover to a wood retired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To live concealed was what the youth desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lorn silence reigned, except from birds that sang,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And dells that oft with sweetest echo rang.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There HAPPINESS and frightful MIS'RY lay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite undistinguished: classed with beasts of prey;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That growling prowled in search of food around:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There Atis consolation never found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LOVE thither followed, and, however viewed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas vain to hope his passion to elude;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Retirement fed the tender, ardent flame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And irksome ev'ry minute soon became.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let us return, cried he, since such our fate:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis better, Atis, bear her frowns and hate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than of her beauteous features lose the view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ye nightingales and streams, ye woods adieu!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When far from her I neither see nor hear:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis she alone my senses still revere;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A slave I am, who fled her dire disdain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet seek once more to wear the cruel chain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AS near some noble walls our knight arrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which fairy-hands to raise had once contrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His eyes beheld, at peep of early morn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When bright Aurora's beams the earth adorn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A beauteous nymph in royal robes attired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of noble mien, and formed to be admired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who t'ward him drew, with pleasing, gracious air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While he was wrapped in thought, a prey to care. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID she, I'd have you, Atis, happy be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis in my pow'r, and this I hope to see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fairy greet me, Manto is my name:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your friend, and one you've served unknown:&mdash;the same
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My fame you've heard, no doubt; from me proceeds
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Mantuan town, renowned for ancient deeds;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In days of yore I these foundations laid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which in duration, equal I have made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To those of Memphis, where the Nile's proud course
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Majestically flows from hidden source.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cruel Parcae are to us unknown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We wond'rous magick pow'rs have often shown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But wretched, spite of this, appears our lot
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Death never comes, though various ills we've got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For we to human maladies are prone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And suffer greatly oft, I freely own. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONCE, in each week to serpents we are changed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Do you remember how you here arranged,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To save an adder from a clown's attack?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas I, the furious rustick wished to hack,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When you assisted me to get away;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For recompense, my friend, without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll you procure the kindness of the fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who makes you love and drives you to despair:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll go and see her:&mdash;be assured from me,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Before two days are passed, as I foresee,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll gain, by presents, Argia and the rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who round her watch, and are the suitor's pest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Grudge no expense, be gen'rous, and be bold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your handfuls scatter, lavish be of gold.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Assured you shall not want the precious ore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For I command the whole of Plutus' store,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Preserved, to please me, in the shades below;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This charmer soon our magick pow'r shall know. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE better to approach the cruel belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to your suit her prompt consent compel,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Myself transformed you'll presently perceive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, as a little dog, I'll much achieve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Around and round I'll gambol o'er the lawn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry way attempt to please and fawn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While you, a pilgrim, shall the bag-pipe play;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, bring me to the dame without delay. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NO sooner said, the lover quickly changed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Together with the fairy, as arranged;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pilgrim he, like Orpheus, piped and sang;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While Manto, as a dog, skipt, jumped, and sprang. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEY thus proceeded to the beauteous dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon valets, maids, and others round them came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dog and pilgrim gave extreme delight
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all were quite diverted at the sight. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lady heard the noise, and sent her maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To learn the reason why they romped and played:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She soon returned and told the lovely belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A spaniel danced, and even spoke so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        it ev'ry thing could fully understand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And showed obedience to the least command.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere better come herself and take a view:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The things were wond'rous that the dog could do. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE dame at any price the dog would buy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In case the master should the boon deny.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give the dog our pilgrim was desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But though he would not grant the thing required;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He whispered to the maid the price he'd take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And some proposals was induced to make.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, 'tis true, the creature 's not for sale;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor would I give it: prayers will ne'er prevail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er I chance to want from day to day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It furnishes without the least delay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have my wish, three words alone I use,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Its paw I squeeze, and whatsoe'er I choose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of gold, or jewels, fall upon the ground;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Search all the world, there's nothing like it found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your lady's rich, and money does not want;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, my little dog to her I'll grant
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If she'll a night permit me in her bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The treasure shall at once to her be led. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE maid at this proposal felt surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her mistress truly! less might well suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A paltry knave! cried she, it makes me laugh;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What! take within her bed a pilgrim's staff!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were such a circumstance abroad to get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My lady would with ridicule be met;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dog and master, probably, were last
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beneath a hedge, or on a dunghill cast;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A house like this they'll never see agen;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But then the master is the pride of men,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that in love is ev'ry thing we find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much wealth and beauty please all womankind! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIS features and his mien the knight had changed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each air and look for conquest were arranged.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The maid exclaimed: when such a lover sues,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How can a woman any thing refuse?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides the pilgrim has a dog, 'tis plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not all the wealth of China could obtain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet to possess my lady for a night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would to the master be supreme delight: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I SHOULD have mentioned, that our cunning spark;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dog would whisper (feigning some remark,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which ten ducats tumbled at his feet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These Atis gave the maid, (O deed discreet;)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then fell a diamond: this our wily wight
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Took up, and smiling at the precious sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, what now I hold I beg you'll bear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her you serve, so worthy of your care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Present my compliments, and to her say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm her devoted servant from to-day. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THU female quickly to her mistress went;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our charming little dog to represent:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The various pow'rs displayed, and wonders done;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet scarcely had she on the knight begun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And mentioned what he wished her to unfold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Argia could her rage no longer hold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fellow! to presume, cried she, to speak
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of me with freedom!&mdash;I am not so weak,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To listen to such infamy, not I
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pilgrim too!&mdash;no, you may well rely,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en were he Atis, it would be the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To whom I now my cruel conduct blame:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such things he never would to me propose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not e'en a monarch would the like disclose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm 'bove temptation, presents would not do:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not Plutus' stores, if offered to my view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A paltry pilgrim to presume indeed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To think that I would such a blackguard heed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ambassadress my rank! and to admit
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fellow, only for the gallows fit! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS pilgrim, cried the maid, has got the means
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not only belles to get, but even queens;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or beauteous goddesses he could obtain:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He's worth a thousand Atis's 'tis plain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bur, said the wife, my husband made me vow.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What? cried the maid, you'd not bedeck his brow!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pretty promise truly:&mdash;can you think,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You less from this, than from the first, should shrink?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who'll know the fact, or publish it around?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Consider well, how many might be found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, were they marked with spot upon the nose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When things had taken place that we suppose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would not their heads so very lofty place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm well assured, but feel their own disgrace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For such a thing, are we the worse a hair?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, no, good lady, who presumes to swear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He can discern the lips which have been pressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By those that never have the fact confessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Must be possessed of penetrating eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which pierce the sable veil of dark disguise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This favour, whether you accord or not,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twill not a whit be less nor more a blot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For whom, I pray, LOVE'S treasures would you hoard?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For one, who never will a treat afford,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or what is much the same, has not the pow'r?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All he may want you'll give him in an hour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At his return; he's very weak and old,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, doubtless, ev'ry way is icy cold! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE cunning girl such rhetorick displayed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That all she said, her mistress, having weighed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Began to doubt alone, and not deny
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spaniel's art, and pilgrim's piercing eye:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her the master and his dog were led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To satisfy her mind while still in bed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For bright Aurora, from the wat'ry deep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not more reluctantly arose from sleep. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR spark approached the dame with easy air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which seemed the man of fashion to declare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His compliments were made with ev'ry grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That minds most difficult could wish to trace. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE fair was charmed, and with him quite content;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You do not look, said she, like one who meant
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Saint James of Compostella soon to see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though, doubtless, oft to saints you bend the knee. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO entertain the smiling beauteous dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dog, by various tricks, confirmed his flame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To please the maid and mistress he'd in view:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much for these of course he could not do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though, for the husband, he would never move,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The little fav'rite sought again to prove
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His wond'rous worth, and scattered o'er the ground,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With sudden shake, among the servants round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nice pearls, which they on strings arranged with care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And these the pilgrim offered to the fair:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gallantly fastened them around her arms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Admired their whiteness and extolled her charms:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well he managed, 'twas at length agreed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In what his heart desired he should succeed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dog was bought: the belle bestowed a kiss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As earnest of the promised future bliss. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE night arrived, when Atis fondly pressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within his arms, the lady thus caressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Himself he suddenly became again,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which she scarcely could her joy contain:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Th' ambassador she more respect should show,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than favours on a pilgrim to bestow. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE fair and spark so much admired the night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That others followed equal in delight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each felt the same, for where's the perfect shade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That can conceal when joys like these pervade?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Expression strongly marks the youthful face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all that are not blind the truth can trace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some months had passed, when Anselm was dismissed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of gifts and pardons, long appeared his list;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A load of honours from the Pope he got:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The CHURCH will these most lib'rally allot. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FROM his vicegerent quickly he received
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A good account, and friends his fears relieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The servants never dropt a single word
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of what had passed, but all to please concurred. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE judge, both maid and servants, questioned much;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not a hint he got, their care was such.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, as it often happens 'mong the FAIR,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The devil entered on a sudden there;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such quarrels 'tween the maid and mistress rose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The former vowed she would the tale disclose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Revenge induced her ev'ry thing to tell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though she were implicated with the belle. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SO great the husband's rage, no words can speak:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His fury somewhere he of course would wreak;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, since to paint it clearly would be vain&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll by the sequel judge his poignant pain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A SERVANT Anselm ordered to convey
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His wife a note, who was, without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To come to town her honoured spouse to see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Extremely ill (for such he feigned to be.)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As yet the lady in the country stayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her husband to and fro' his visits paid. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID he, remember, when upon the road,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conducting Argia from her lone abode,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You must contrive her men to get away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with her none but you presume to stay.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A jade! she horns has planted on my brow:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her death shall be the consequence I vow. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0242m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0242m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0242.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        WITH force a poinard in her bosom thrust;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Watch well th' occasion:&mdash;die, I say, she must,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The deed performed, escape; here's for you aid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The money take:&mdash;pursuit you can evade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As I request, proceed; then trust to me:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You naught shall want wherever you may be. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO seek fair Argia instantly he went;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She, by her dog, was warned of his intent.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How these can warn? if asked, I shall reply,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They grumble, bark, complain, or fawn, or sigh;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pull petticoat or gown, and snarl at all,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who happen in their way just then to fall;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But few so dull as not to comprehend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, this fav'rite whispered to his friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dangers that awaited her around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But go, said he, protection you have found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Confide in me:&mdash;I'll ev'ry ill prevent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For which the rascal hither has been sent.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As on they moved, a wood was in the way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where robbers often waited for their prey;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The villain whom the husband had employed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sent forward those whose company annoyed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And would prevent his execrable plan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The last of horrid crimes.&mdash;disgrace to man!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No sooner had the wretch his orders told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Argia vanished&mdash;none could her behold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The beauteous belle was quickly lost to view:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A cloud, the fairy Manto o'er her threw. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS circumstance astonished much the wretch,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who ran to give our doating spouse a sketch
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of what had passed so strange upon the way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Old Anselm thither went without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When, marvellous to think! with great surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He saw a palace of extensive size,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Erected where, an hour or two before,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hovel was not seen, nor e'en a door. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband stood aghast!&mdash;admired the place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not built for man, e'en gods 'twould not disgrace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rooms were gilt; the decorations fine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gardens and the pleasure-grounds divine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such rich magnificence was never seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Superb the whole, a charming blessed demesne.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The entrance ev'ry way was open found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not a person could be viewed around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Except a negro, hideous to behold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who much resembled AEsop, famed of old. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR judge the negro for a porter took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who was the house to clean and overlook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And taking him for such, the black addressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With full belief the title was the best,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that he greatly honoured him, 'twas plain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Of ev'ry colour men are proud and vain:)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, my friend, what god this palace owns?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much it seems for those of earthly thrones;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No king, of consequence enough could be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The palace, cried the black, belongs to me. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE judge was instantly upon his knees,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The negro's pardon asked, and sought to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I trust, said he, my lord, you'll overlook
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fault I made: my ignorance mistook.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The universe has not so nice a spot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The world so beautiful a palace got! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        DOST wish me, said the black, the house to give,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For thee and thine therein at ease to live?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On one condition thou shalt have the place
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For thee I seriously intend the grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If thou 'lt on me a day or two attend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As page of honour:&mdash;dost thou comprehend?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The custom know'st thou&mdash;better I'll expound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A cup-bearer with Jupiter is found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou'st heard no doubt. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0248m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0248m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0248.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        ANSELM <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, Ganymede? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEGRO <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I'm that Jupiter of mighty fame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The chief supreme who rules above the skies;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be thou the lad with fascinating eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though not so handsome, nor in truth so young. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ANSELM <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You jest, my lord; to youth I don't belong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis very clear;&mdash;my judge's dress&mdash;my age! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEGRO <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I jest? thou dream'st. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ANSELM <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My lord? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEGRO <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You won't engage?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just as you will:&mdash;'tis all the same you'll find. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ANSELM <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My lord! . . . The learned judge himself resigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The black's mysterious wishes to obey;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alas! curst presents, how they always weigh! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A PAGE the magistrate was quickly seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In dress, in look, in age, in air, in mien;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His hat became a cap; his beard alone
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Remained unchanged; the rest had wholly flown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THUS metamorphosed to a pretty boy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The judge proceeded in the black's employ.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within a corner hidden, Argia lay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And heard what Anselm had been led to say.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Moor howe'er was Manto, most renowned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Transformed, as oft the fairy we have found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She built the charming palace by her art,&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now youthful features would to age impart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, as Anselm through a passage came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He suddenly beheld his beauteous dame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What! learned Anselm do I see, said she,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this disguise?&mdash;It surely cannot be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My eyes deceive me:&mdash;Anselm, grave and wise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Give such a lesson? I am all surprise. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TIS doubtless he: oh, oh! our bald-pate sire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ambassador and judge, we must admire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see your honour thus in masquerade:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At your age, truly, suffer to be made
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A&mdash;modesty denies my tongue its powr's
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What!&mdash;you condemn to death for freaks like ours?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You, whom I've found *** you understand&mdash;for shame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your crimes are such as all must blush to name.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though I may have a negro for gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And erred when Atis for me seemed to pant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His merit and the black's superior rank,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Must lessen, if not quite excuse my prank.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, old boy, you presently shall see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If any belle solicited should be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To grant indulgencies, with presents sweet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She will not straight capitulation beat;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At least, if they be such as I have viewed:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Moor, change to dog; immediately ensued
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The metamorphose that the fair required,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The black'moor was again a dog admired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dance, fav'rite; instantly he skipped and played;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to the judge his pretty paw conveyed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Spaniel, scatter gold; presently there fell
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Large sums of money, as the sound could tell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such strong temptation who can e'er evade?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dog a present to your wife was made.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then show me, if you can, upon the earth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A queen, a princess, of the highest birth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who would not virtue presently concede,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If such excuses for it she could plead;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Particularly if the giver proved
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome lad that elegantly moved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I, TRULY, for the spaniel was exchanged;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What you'd too much of, freely I arranged,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To grant away, this jewel to obtain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My value 's nothing great, you think, 'tis plain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, surely, you'd have thought me very wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When such a prize I met, to haggle long.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas he this palace raised; but I have done;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Remember, since you've yet a course to run,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Take care again how you command my death;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In spite of your designs I draw my breath.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though none but Atis with me had success,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I now desire, he may Lucretia bless,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wish her to surrender up her charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Just like myself) to his extended arms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you approve, our peace at once is made:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If not&mdash;while I've this dog I'm not afraid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But you defy: I dread not swords nor bowl;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The little dog can warn me of the whole;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The jealous he confounds; be that no more;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such folly hence determine to give o'er.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you, to put restraints on women choose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll sooner far their fond affections lose. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE whole our judge conceded;&mdash;could he less?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The secret of his recent change of dress
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was promised to be kept: and that unknown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en cuckoldom again might there have flown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR couple mutual compensation made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then bade adieu to hill, and dale, and glade. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SOME critick asks the handsome palace' fate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I answer:&mdash;that, my friend, I shan't relate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It disappeared, no matter how nor when.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why put such questions?&mdash;strict is not my pen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The little dog, pray what of that became?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To serve the lover was his constant aim. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AND how was that?&mdash;You're troublesome my friend:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dog perhaps would more assistance lend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On new intrigues his master might be bent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With single conquest who was e'er content? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE fav'rite spaniel oft was missing found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when the little rogue had gone his round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd then return, as if from work relieved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her who first his services received.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His fondness into fervent friendship grew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As such gay Atis visited anew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He often came, but Argia was sincere,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And firmly to her vow would now adhere:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Old Anselm too, had sworn, by heav'n above;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more to be suspicious of his love;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, if he ever page became again,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To suffer punishment's severest pain. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Eel_Pie" id="Eel_Pie">THE EEL PIE</a>
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0254m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0254m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0254.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Brown bread as well as white must be for me;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My motto ever is&mdash;VARIETY. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THAT brisk brunette, with languid, sleepy eye,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delights my fancy; Can you tell me why?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The reason 's plain enough:&mdash;she 's something new.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other mistress, long within my view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though lily fair, with seraph features blessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more emotion raises in my breast;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her heart assents, while mine reluctant proves;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whence this diversity that in us moves?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From hence it rises, to be plain and free,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My motto ever is&mdash;VARIETY. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE same in other words, I've often said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis right, at times, disguise with care to spread.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The maxim's good, and with it I agree:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My motto ever is&mdash;VARIETY. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A CERTAIN spouse the same devise had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose wife by all was thought a handsome lot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His love, howe'er, was over very soon;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It lasted only through the honeymoon;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Possession had his passion quite destroyed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Hymen's bands too oft the lover 's cloyed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE, 'mong his valets, had a pretty wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The master was himself quite full of life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon the charmer to his wishes drew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With which the husband discontented grew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And having caught them in the very fact,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He rang his mate the changes for the act;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sad names he called her, howsoever just,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A silly blockhead! thus to raise a dust,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For what, in ev'ry town 's so common found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        May we worse fortune never meet around! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0258m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0258m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0258.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        HE made the paramour a grave harangue
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Don't others give, said he, the poignant pang;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But ev'ry one allow to keep his own,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As God and reason oft to man have shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And recommended fully to observe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You from it surely have not cause to swerve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You cannot plead that you for beauty pine
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You've one at home who far surpasses mine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No longer give yourself such trouble, pray:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You, to my help-mate, too much honour pay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such marked attentions she can ne'er require
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let each of us, alone his own admire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To others' WELLs you never ought to go,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While your's with sweets is found to overflow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I willingly appeal to connoisseurs;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If heav'n had blessed me with such bliss as your's,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That when I please, your lady I could take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I would not for a queen such charms forsake.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since we can't prevent what now is known,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I wish, good sir, contented with your own,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (And 'tis, I hope, without offence I speak,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll favours from my wife no longer seek. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE master, neither no nor yes replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But orders gave, his man they should provide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For dinner ev'ry day, what pleased his taste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pie of eels, which near him should be placed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIS appetite at first was wond'rous great;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again, the second time, as much he ate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when the third appeared, he felt disgust,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not another morsel down could thrust.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The valet fain would try a diff'rent dish;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas not allowed;&mdash;you've got, said they, your wish;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis pie alone; you like it best you know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And no objection you must dare to show. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'M surfeited, cried he, 'tis far too much:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pie ev'ry day! and nothing else to touch!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not e'en a roasted eel, or stewed, or fried!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dry bread I'd rather you'd for me provide.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of your's allow me some at any rate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pies, (devil take them!) thoroughly I hate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They'll follow me to Paradise I fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or further yet;&mdash;Heav'n keep me from such cheer! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEIR noisy mirth the master thither drew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who much desired the frolick to pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My friend, said he, I greatly feel surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you so soon are weary grown of pies;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have I not heard you frequently declare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Eel-pie 's of all, the most delicious fare?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite fickle, certainly, must be your taste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can any thing in me so strange be traced?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When I exchange a food which you admire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You blame and say, I never ought to tire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You do the very same; in truth, my friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No mark of folly 'tis, you may depend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In lord or squire, or citizen or clown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To change the bread that's white for bit of brown:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With more experience, you'll with me agree,&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My motto ever is&mdash;VARIETY. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN thus the master had himself expressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The valet presently was less distressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some arguments, howe'er, at first he used;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, after all&mdash;are fully we excused,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When we our pleasure solely have in view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without regarding what's to others due?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I relish change; well, take it; but 'tis best,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gain the belles with love of gold possessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that appears to me the proper plan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In truth, our lover very soon began
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To practise this advice;&mdash;his voice and way
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could angel-sweetness instantly convey. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIS words were always gilt; (impressive tongue!)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gilded words will sure success belong.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In soft amours they're ev'ry thing 'tis plain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The maxim 's certain, and our aim will gain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My meaning doubtless easily is seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred times repeated this has been
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Th' impression should be made so very deep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That I thereon can never silence keep;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this the constant burden of my song&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gilded words will sure success belong. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEY easily persuade the beauteous dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her dog, her maid, duenna, all the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband sometimes too, and him we've shown
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas necessary here to gain alone;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By golden eloquence his soul was lulled;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Although from ancient orators not culled:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their books retained have nothing of the kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our jealous spouse indulgent grew we find.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He followed e'en, 'tis said, the other's plan&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, thence his dishes to exchange began. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE master and his fav'rite's freaks around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Continually the table-talk were found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He always thought the newest face the best:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where'er he could, each beauty he caressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wife, the widow, daughter, servant-maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nymph of field or town:&mdash;with all he played;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, while he breathed, the same would always be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His motto ever was&mdash;VARIETY. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Magnificent" id="Magnificent"></a>THE MAGNIFICENT
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0264m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0264m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0264.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A triple engine prove in love we find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By these the strongest fortresses are gained
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en rocks 'gainst such can never be sustained.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you've some talents, with a pleasing face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your purse-strings open free, and you've the place.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At times, no doubt, without these things, success
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attends the gay gallant, we must confess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But then, good sense should o'er his actions rule;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At all events, he must not be a fool.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The stingy, women ever will detest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Words puppies want;&mdash;the lib'ral are the best. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A Florentine, MAGNIFICENT by name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was what we've just described, in fact and fame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The title was bestowed upon the knight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For noble deeds performed by him in fight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honour ev'ry way he well deserved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His upright conduct (whence he never swerved,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Expensive equipage, and presents made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Proclaimed him all around what we've pourtrayed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH handsome person and a pleasing mien,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gallant, a polished air, and soul serene;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A certain fair of noble birth he sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose conquest, doubtless, brilliant would be thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which in our lover doubly raised desire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Renown and pleasure lent his bosom fire. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE jealous husband of the beauteous fair
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was Aldobrandin, whose suspicious care
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resembled more, what frequently is shown
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For fav'rites mistresses, than wives alone.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He watched her every step with all his eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred thousand scarcely would suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed, quite useless Cupid these can make;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Argus oft is subject to mistake:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Repeatedly they're duped, although our wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Who fancied he in ev'ry thing was right,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Himself so perfectly secure believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By gay gallants he ne'er could be deceived. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO suitors, howsoe'er, he was not blind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To covet presents, greatly he inclined.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover yet had no occasion found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To drop a word to charms so much renowned;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He thought his passion was not even seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if it had, would things have better been?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What would have followed? what had been the end?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The reader needs no hint to comprehend. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT to return to our forlorn gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose bosom for the lady's 'gan to pant;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He, to his doctor, not a word had said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now here, now there, he tried to pop his head.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But neither door nor window could he find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where he might glimpse the object of his mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or even hear her voice, or sound her name;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No fortress had he ever found the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet still to conquer he was quite resolved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And oft the manner in his mind revolved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This plan at length he thought would best succeed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To execute it doubtless he had need
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of ev'ry wily art he could devise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Surrounded as he was by eagle-eyes. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I THINK the reader I've already told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our husband loved rich presents to behold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though none he made, yet all he would receive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er was offered he would never leave. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MAGNIFICENT a handsome horse had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It ambled well, or cantered, or would trot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He greatly valued it, and for its pace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas called the Pad; it stept with wond'rous grace:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By Aldobrandin it was highly praised;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enough was this: the knight's fond hopes were raised;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who offered to exchange, but t'other thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He in a barter might perhaps be caught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis not, said he, that I the horse refuse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I, in trucking, never fail to lose. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0270m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0270m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0270.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        ON this, Magnificent, who saw his aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Replied, well, well, a better scheme we'll frame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No changing we'll allow, but you'll permit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That for the horse, I with your lady sit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You present all the while, 'tis what I want;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm curious, I confess, and fort it pant.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, your friends assuredly should know
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What mind, what sentiments may from her flow.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just fifteen minutes, I no more desire:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What! cried the other, you my wife require?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, no, pray keep your horse, that won't be right.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But you'll be present, said the courteous knight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what of that? rejoined the wily spouse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, cried Magnificent, then naught should rouse
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your fears or cares, for how can ill arise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While watched by you, possessed of eagle-eyes? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband 'gan to turn it in his mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thought he, if present, what can be designed?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The plan is such as dissipates my fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The offer advantageous too appears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He's surely mad; I can't conceive his aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, to secure myself and wife from shame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without his knowledge, I'll forbid the fair
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her lips to open, and for this prepare. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        COME, cried old Aldobrandin, I'll consent:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, said the other, recollect 'tis meant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So distant from us, all the while you stay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That not a word you hear of what I say.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Agreed, rejoined the husband:&mdash;let's begin;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away he flew, and brought the lady in. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN our gallant the charming belle perceived;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Elysium seemed around, he half believed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The salutations o'er, they went and sat
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Together in a corner, where their chat
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could not be heard, if they to talk inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our brisk gallant no long harangues designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But to the point advanced without delay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried he, I've neither time nor place to say
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What I could wish, and useless 'twere to seek
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Expressions that but indirectly speak
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sentiments which animate the soul;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In terms direct, 'tis better state the whole. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THUS circumstanced, fair lady, let me, pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To you at once, my adoration pay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No words my admiration can express;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your charms enslave my senses, I confess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can you suppose to answer would be wrong?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much good sense to you should now belong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had I the leisure, I'd in form disclose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tender flame with which my bosom glows;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each horrid torment; but by Fate denied
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Blessed opportunities, let me not hide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While moments offer, what pervades my heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And openly avow the burning smart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few minutes I have got to travel o'er
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What gen'rally requires six months or more.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cold is that lover who will not pursue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With ev'ry ardour, beauty, when in view.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But why this silence?&mdash;not a word you say!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You surely will not send me thus away!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That heav'n, an angel made you, none deny;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still, to what is asked you should reply.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your husband this contrived I plainly see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who fancies that replies were not to be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since in our bargain they were never named;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For shuffling conduct he was ever famed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I'll come round him, spite of all his art;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I can reply for you, and from the heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since I can read your wishes in your eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis thus to say&mdash;Good, sir, I would advise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you regard me, not as marble cold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your various tournaments and actions bold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your serenades, and gen'ral conduct prove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What tender sentiments your bosom move. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YOUR fond affection constantly I praised,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And quickly felt a flame within me raised;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet what avails?&mdash;Oh, that I'll soon disclose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since we agree, allow me to propose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our mutual wishes we enjoy to-night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And turn to ridicule that jealous Wight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, reward him for his wily fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In watching us so very closely here.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your garden will be quite the thing, I guess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go thither, pray, and never fear success;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Depend upon it, soon his country seat
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your spouse will visit:&mdash;then the hunks we'll cheat.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When plunged in sleep the grave duennas lie,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Arise, furred gown put on, and quickly fly;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With careful steps you'll to the garden haste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've got a ladder ready to be placed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Against the wall which joins your neighbour's square:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've his permission thither to repair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis better than the street:&mdash;fear naught my dove.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ah! dear Magnificent, my fondest love;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As you desire, I'll readily proceed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My heart is your's: we fully are agreed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'T's you who speaks, and, would that in my arms
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Permission I had got to clasp your charms! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MAGNIFICENT (for her he now replied,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This flame you'll soon no reason have to hide
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through dread or fear of my old jealous fool,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who wisely fancies he can woman rule. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lover, feigning rare, the lady left,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And grumbling much, as if of hope bereft,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Addressed the husband thus: you're vastly kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As well with no-one converse I might find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If horses you so easily procure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You Fortune's frowns may very well endure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mine neighs, at least, but this fair image seems,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mere pretty fish; I've satisfied my schemes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What now of precious minutes may remain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If any one desire my chance to gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A bargain he shall have:&mdash;most cheap the prize;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband laughed till tears bedewed his eyes.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, these youths have always in their head
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some wond'rous fancies; follies round them spread.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Friend, from pursuit you much too soon retire:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With time we oft obtain our fond desire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I shall always keep a watchful eye;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some knowing tricks methinks I yet can spy;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, the horse must now be clearly mine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And you'll the pad of course to me resign;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To you no more expense; and from to-day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be not displeased to see me on it, pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At ease I'll ride my country house to view;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That very night he to the mansion flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And our good folks immediately repaired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where gay Magnificent no pains had spared
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To get access; what passed we won't detail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soft scenes, you'll doubtless guess, should there prevail. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE dame was lively, beautiful, and young;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover handsome, finely formed, and strong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alike enchanted with each other's charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Three meetings were contrived without alarms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fair so captivating to possess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What mortal could be satisfied with less?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A female sentinel to watch was kept. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A SUMMER-HOUSE was at the garden end,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which to the pair much ease was found to lend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Old Aldobrandin, when he built the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ne'er fancied LOVE, would in it freak and game.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In cuckoldom he took his full degrees;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The horse he daily mounted at his ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And so delighted with his bargain seemed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Three days, to prove it, requisite he deemed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The country house received him ev'ry night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At home he never dreamed but all was right. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHAT numbers round, whom Fortune favours less;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have got a wife, but not a horse possess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, what yet still more wond'rous may appear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Know ey'ry thing that passes with their dear. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Ephesian_Matron" id="Ephesian_Matron"></a>THE EPHESIAN MATRON
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0277m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0277m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0277.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        [<i>NOTE: See Chapters 111 and 112 from The Satyricon by </i>
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Petronius Arbiter. DW] <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF there's a tale more common than the rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The one I mean to give is such confessed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why choose it then? you ask; at whose desire?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hast not enough already tuned thy lyre?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What favour can thy MATRON now expect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since novelty thou clearly dost neglect?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, thou'lt doubtless raise the critick's rage.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        See if it looks more modern in my page. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT Ephesus, in former times, once shone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fair, whose charms would dignify a throne;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, if to publick rumour credit 's due,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Celestial bliss her husband with her knew.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Naught else was talked of but her beauteous face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And chastity that adds the highest grace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From ev'ry quarter numbers flocked to see
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This belle, regarded as from errors free.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honour of her sex, and country too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As such, old mothers held her up to view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wished their offspring's wives like her to act:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sons desired the very same in fact;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From her, beyond a doubt, our PRUDES descend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An ancient, celebrated house, depend. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE spouse adored his beauteous charming wife:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But soon, alas! he lost his precious life;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere useless on particulars to dwell:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His testament, indeed, provided well
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For her he loved on earth to fond excess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which, 'yond a doubt, would have relieved distress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could gold a cherished husband's loss repair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That filled her soul with black corroding care. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A WIDOW, howsoever, oft appears
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Distracted 'mid incessant floods of tears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who thoroughly her int'rest recollects,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, spite of sobs, her property inspects. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR Matron's cries were loudly heard around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And feeling bosoms shuddered at the sound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though, we, on these occasions, truly know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The plaint is always greater than the woe.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some ostentation ever is with grief
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those who weep most the soonest gain relief. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        EACH friend endeavoured to console the fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of sorrow, she'd already had her share:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas wrong herself so fully to resign;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such pious preachings only more incline
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The soul to anguish 'mid distractions dire:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Extremes in ev'ry thing will soonest tire. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, resolved to shun the glorious light,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since her dear spouse no longer had the sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'erwhelmed with grief she sought Death's dreary cell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her love to follow, and with him to dwell. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A SLAVE, through pity, with the widow went;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To live or die with her she was content;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To die, howe'er, she never could intend:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doubt she only thought about her friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mistress whom she never wished to quit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since from her birth with her she used to sit.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They loved each other with a friendship true:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From early years it daily stronger grew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Look through the universe you'll scarcely find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So great a likeness, both in heart and mind.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The slave, more clever than the lady fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At first her mistress left to wild despair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She then essayed to soothe each torment dire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But reason 's fruitless, with a soul on fire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No consolation would the belle receive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For one no more, she constantly would grieve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sought to follow him to regions blessed:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sword had shortest proved, if not the best. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT still the lady anxious was to view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again those precious relicks, and pursue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en in the tomb what yet her soul held dear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No aliment she took her mind to cheer;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gate of famine was the one she chose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By which to leave this nether world of woes. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A DAY she passed; another day the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her only sustenance, sobs, sighs, and flame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still unappeased; she murmur'd 'gainst her fate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nothing could her direful woes abate. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ANOTHER corpse a residence had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A trifling distance from the gloomy spot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But very diff'rent, since, by way of tomb,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enchained on gibbet was the latter's doom;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To frighten robbers was the form designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And show the punishment that rogues should find. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A SOLDIER, as a sentinel was set,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To guard the gallows, who good payment met;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas ruled, howe'er, if robbers, parents, friends,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The body carried off, to make amends,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sentinel at once should take its place
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Severity too great for such a case;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But publick safety fully to maintain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas right the sentry pardon should not gain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHILE moving round his post, he saw at night
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shine, cross the tomb, a strange, unusual light,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which thither drew him, curious to unfold
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, through the chinks, his eyesight could behold. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR wight soon heard the lady's cries distressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which he entered, and with ardour pressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cause of such excessive grief to know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if 'twas in his pow'r to ease her woe. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        DISSOLVED in tears, and quite o'ercome with care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She scarcely noticed that a man was there.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The corpse, howe'er, too plainly told her pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fully seemed the myst'ry to explain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We've sworn, exclaimed the slave, what's 'yond belief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That here we'll die of famine and of grief. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0283m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0283m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0283.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        THOUGH eloquence was not the soldier's art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He both convinced 'twas wrong with life to part:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dame was great attention led to pay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To what the son of Mars inclined to say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which seemed to soften her severe distress:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With time each poignant smart is rendered less. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF, said the soldier, you have made a vow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you, some food to take will not allow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, looking on while I my supper eat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will not prolong your lives, nor oaths defeat. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIS open manner much was formed to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady and her maid grew more at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which made the gen'rous sentinel conclude,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To bring his meat they would not fancy rude. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS done, the slave no longer was inclined
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To follow Death, as soon she changed her mind.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, good madam, pleasing thoughts I've got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Don't you believe that, if you live or not,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis to your husband ev'ry whit the same?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had you gone first, would he have had the name
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of following to the grave as you design?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, no, he'd to another course incline.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long years of comfort we may clearly crave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At twenty years it's surely wrong to brave
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both death and famine in a gloomy tomb
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There's time enough to think of such a doom.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At best, too soon we die; do let us wait;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here's nothing now at least to haste our fate.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In truth, I wish to see a good old age:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To bury charms like your's, would that be sage?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of what advantage, I should wish to know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To carry beauty to the shades below?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those heavenly features make my bosom sigh,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To think from earthly praise they mean to fly. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS flatt'ry roused the beauteous widowed fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of soft persuasion soon was there,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from his quiver in a moment drew
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two arrows keen, which from his bow-string flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With one he pierced the soldier to the heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady slightly felt the other dart.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her youth and beauty, spite of tears, appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And men of taste such charms had long revered;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A mind of tender feeling might, through life.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have loved her&mdash;even though she were a wife. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE sentinel was smitten with her charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Grief, pity, sighs, belong to Cupid's arms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When bosoms heave and eyes are drowned in tears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then beauty oft with conq'ring grace appears. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BEHOLD our widow list'ning to his praise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Incipient fuel Cupid's flame to raise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Behold her, even glad to view the wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose well tim'd flatt'ry filled her with delight <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, to eat he on the fair prevailed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And pleased her better than the dead bewailed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well he managed, that she changed her plan,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, by degrees, to love him fondly 'gan.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The son of Mars a darling husband grew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While yet her former dear was full in view. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MEANTIME the corpse, that long in chains had swung,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By thieves was carried off from where it hung.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The noise was heard, and thither ran our wight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But vain his efforts:&mdash;they were out of sight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Confused, distressed, he sought again the tomb,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tell his grief and settle, 'mid the gloom,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How best to act, and where his head to hide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since hang he must, the laws would now decide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE slave replied, your gibbet-thief, you say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some lurking rogues this night have borne away:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The law, it seems, will ne'er accord you grace
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The corpse that's here, let's set in t'other's place:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The passers-by the change will never tell
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady gave consent, and all was well. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O FICKLE females, ever you're the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A woman's a woman, both in mind and name
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some fair we find, and some unlike the dove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But CONSTANCY'S the highest charm of love. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YE prudes, for ever doubt of full success;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Don't boast at all: too much you may profess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How good soever your design may be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not less is ours, you easily may see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The MATRON'S tale is not beyond belief:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To entertain, our object is in chief. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE widow's only errors were her cries;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And mad design her life to sacrifice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, merely setting husband-dead in place
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        of one of this patibulary race,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was surely not a fault so very grave:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her lover's life was what she sought to save. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A LIVING drum-boy, truly be it said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is better far, than any monarch dead. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Belphegor" id="Belphegor"></a>BELPHEGOR
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0289m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0289m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0289.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <h2>
+        ADDRESSED TO MISS DE CHAMMELAY
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">Y</span>OUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The last effusions of my muse to grace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O charming Phillis! may the same extend
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through time's dark night: our praise together blend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this we surely may pretend to aim
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your acting and my rhymes attention claim.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long, long in mem'ry's page your fame shall live;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You, who such ecstacy so often give;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'er minds, o'er hearts triumphantly you reign:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Berenice, in Phaedra, and Chimene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your tears and plaintive accents all engage:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beyond compare in proud Camilla's rage;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your voice and manner auditors delight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who strong emotions can so well excite?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No fine eulogium from my pen expect:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With you each air and grace appear correct
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My first of Phillis's you ought to be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My sole affection had been placed on thee;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long since, had I presumed the truth to tell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But he who loves would fain be loved as well. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NO hope of gaining such a charming fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too soon, perhaps, I ceded to despair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your friend, was all I ventured to be thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though in your net I more than half was caught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most willingly your lover I'd have been;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But time it is our story should be seen. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE, day, old Satan, sov'reign dread of hell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Reviewed his subjects, as our hist'ries tell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The diff'rent ranks, confounded as they stood,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Kings, nobles, females, and plebeian blood,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such grief expressed, and made such horrid cries,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As almost stunned, and filled him with surprise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The monarch, as he passed, desired to know
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cause that sent each shade to realms below.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some said&mdash;my HUSBAND; others WIFE replied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The same was echoed loud from ev'ry side. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His majesty on this was heard to say:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If truth these shadows to my ears convey,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With ease our glory we may now augment:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm fully bent to try th' experiment.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With this design we must some demon send,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who wily art with prudence well can blend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, not content with watching Hymen's flock,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Must add his own experience to the stock. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE sable senate instantly approved
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The proposition that the monarch moved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Belphegor was to execute the work;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The proper talent in him seemed to lurk:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All ears and eyes, a prying knave in grain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, the very thing they wished to gain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THAT he might all expense and cost defray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They gave him num'rous bills without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And credit too, in ev'ry place of note,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With various things that might their plan promote.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He was, besides, the human lot to fill,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of pleasure and of pain:&mdash;of good and ill;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In fact, whate'er for mortals was designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With his legation was to be combined.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He might by industry and wily art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His own afflictions dissipate in part;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But die he could not, nor his country see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till he ten years complete on earth should be. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BEHOLD him trav'lling o'er th' extensive space;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Between the realms of darkness and our race.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pass it, scarcely he a moment took;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On Florence instantly he cast a look;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delighted with the beauty of the spot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He there resolved to fix his earthly lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Regarding it as proper for his wiles,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A city famed for wanton freaks and guiles.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Belphegor soon a noble mansion hired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And furnished it with ev'ry thing desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As signor Roderick he designed to pass;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His equipage was large of ev'ry class;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Expense anticipating day by day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, in ten years, he had to throw away. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIS noble entertainments raised surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Magnificence alone would not suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delightful pleasures he dispensed around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And flattery abundantly was found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An art in which a demon should excel:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No devil surely e'er was liked so well.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His heart was soon the object of the FAIR;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To please Belphegor was their constant care. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHO lib'rally with presents smoothes the road,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will meet no obstacles to LOVE'S abode.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry situation they are sweet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've often said, and now the same repeat:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The primum mobile of human kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are gold and silver, through the world we find. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR envoy kept two books, in which he wrote
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The names of all the married pairs of note;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But that assigned to couples satisfied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He scarcely for it could a name provide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which made the demon almost blush to see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How few, alas! in wedlock's chains agree;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While presently the other, which contained
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Th' unhappy&mdash;not a leaf in blank remained. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No other choice Belphegor now had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than&mdash;try himself the hymeneal knot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Florence he beheld a certain fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With charming face and smart engaging air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of noble birth, but puffed with empty pride;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some marks of virtue, though not much beside.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For Roderick was asked this lofty dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father said Honesta* (such her name)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had many eligible offers found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, 'mong the num'rous band that hovered round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps his daughter, Rod'rick's suit might take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though he should wish for time the choice to make.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This approbation met, and Rod'rick 'gan
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To use his arts and execute his plan. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE entertainments, balls, and serenades,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Plays, concerts, presents, feasts, and masquerades,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much lessened what the demon with him brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He nothing grudged:&mdash;whate'er was wished he bought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dame believed high honour she bestowed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When she attention to his offer showed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, after prayers, entreaties, and the rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be his wife she full assent expressed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT first a pettifogger to him came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of whom (aside) Belphegor made a game;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What! said the demon, is a lady gained
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        just like a house?&mdash;these scoundrels have obtained
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such pow'r and sway, without them nothing's done;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But hell will get them when their course is run.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He reasoned properly; when faith's no more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        True honesty is forced to leave the door;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When men with confidence no longer view
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their fellow-mortals,&mdash;happiness adieu!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very means we use t' escape the snare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oft deeper plunge us in the gulph of care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Avoid attorneys, if you comfort crave
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who knows a PETTIFOGGER, knows a KNAVE;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their contracts, filled with IFS and FORS, appear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gate through which STRIFE found admittance here.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In vain we hope again the earth 'twill leave
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still STRIFE remains, and we ourselves deceive:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In spite of solemn forms and laws we see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That LOVE and HYMEN often disagree.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The heart alone can tranquilize the mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In mutual passion ev'ry bliss we find. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOW diff'rent things in other states appear!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With friends&mdash;'tis who can be the most sincere;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With lovers&mdash;all is sweetness, balm of life;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While all is IRKSOMENESS with man and wife.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We daily see from DUTY springs disgust,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And PLEASURE likes true LIBERTY to trust. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ARE happy marriages for ever flown?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On full consideration I will own,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That when each other's follies couples bear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They then deserve the name of HAPPY PAIR. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ENOUGH of this:&mdash;no sooner had our wight
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle possessed, and passed the month's delight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But he perceived what marriage must be here,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With such a demon in our nether sphere.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For ever jars and discords rang around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of follies, ev'ry class our couple found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Honesta often times such noise would make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her screams and cries the neighbours kept awake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, running thither, by the wife were told:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some paltry tradesman's daughter, coarse and bold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He should have had:&mdash;not one of rank like me;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To treat me thus, what villain he must be!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wife so virtuous, could he e'er deserve!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My scruples are too great, or I should swerve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed, without dispute, 'twould serve him right:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We are not sure she nothing did in spite;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These prudes can make us credit what they please:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few ponder long when they can dupe with ease. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS wife and husband, as our hist'ries say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each moment squabbled through the passing day;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their disagreements often would arise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        About a petticoat, cards, tables, pies,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gowns, chairs, dice, summer-houses, in a word,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Things most ridiculous and quite absurd. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WELL might this spouse regret his Hell profound,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When he considered what he'd met on ground.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make our demon's wretchedness complete,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Honesta's relatives, from ev'ry street,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He seemed to marry, since he daily fed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father, mother, sister (fit to wed,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And little brother, whom he sent to school;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While MISS he portioned to a wealthy fool. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His utter ruin, howsoe'er, arose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From his attorney-steward that he chose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What's that? you ask&mdash;a wily sneaking knave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, while his master spends, contrives to save;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till, in the end, grown rich, the lands he buys,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which his good lord is forced to sacrifice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF, in the course of time, the master take
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The place of steward, and his fortune make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould only to their proper rank restore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those who become just what they were before. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        POOR Rod'rick now no other hope had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than what the chance of traffick might allot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Illusion vain, or doubtful at the best:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though some grow rich, yet all are not so blessed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas said our husband never would succeed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And truly, such it seemed to be decreed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His agents (similar to those we see
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In modern days) were with his treasure free;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His ships were wrecked; his commerce came to naught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deceived by knaves, of whom he well had thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Obliged to borrow money, which to pay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He was unable at th' appointed day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He fled, and with a farmer shelter took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where he might hope the bailiffs would not look. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HE told to Matthew, (such the farmer's name,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His situation, character, and fame:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By duns assailed, and harassed by a wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who proved the very torment of his life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He knew no place of safety to obtain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like ent'ring other bodies, where 'twas plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He might escape the catchpole's prowling eye,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Honesta's wrath, and all her rage defy.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From these he promised he would thrice retire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whenever Matthew should the same desire:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thrice, but no more, t'oblige this worthy man,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who shelter gave when from the fiends he ran. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE AMBASSADOR commenced his form to change:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From human frame to frame he 'gan to range;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what became his own fantastick state,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our books are silent, nor the facts relate. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AN only daughter was the first he seized,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose charms corporeal much our demon pleased;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Matthew, for a handsome sum of gold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Obliged him, at a word, to quit his hold.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This passed at Naples&mdash;next to Rome he came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where, with another fair, he did the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still the farmer banished him again,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well he could the devil's will restrain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another weighty purse to him was paid
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thrice Matthew drove him out from belle and maid. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE king of Naples had a daughter fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Admired, adored:&mdash;her parents' darling care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In wedlock oft by many princes sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within her form, the wily demon thought
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He might be sheltered from Honesta's rage;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And none to drive him thence would dare engage. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NAUGHT else was talked of, in or out of town,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But devils driven by the cunning clown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Large sums were offered, if, by any art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd make the demon from the fair depart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AFFLICTED much was Matthew, now to lose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gold thus tendered, but he could not choose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For since Belphegor had obliged him thrice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He durst not hope the demon to entice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Poor man was he, a sinner, who, by chance,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (He knew not how, it surely was romance,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had some few devils, truly, driven out:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most worthy of contempt without a doubt.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But all in vain:&mdash;the man they took by force;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Proceed he must, or hanged he'd be of course. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE demon was before our farmer placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sight was by the prince in person graced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wond'rous contest numbers ran to see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all the world spectators fain would be. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF vanquished by the devil:&mdash;he must swing;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If vanquisher:&mdash;'twould thousands to him bring:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gallows was, no doubt, a horrid view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, at the purse, his glances often flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The evil spirit laughed within his sleeve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see the farmer tremble, fret, and grieve.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He pleaded that the wight he'd thrice obeyed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The demon was by Matthew often prayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But all in vain,&mdash;the more he terror showed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The more Belphegor ridicule bestowed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length the clown was driven to declare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fiend he was unable to ensnare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away they Matthew to the gallows led;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But as he went, it entered in his head,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, in a sort of whisper he averred
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (As was in fact the case) a drum he heard. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE demon, with surprise, to Matthew cried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What noise is that? Honesta, he replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who you demands, and every where pursues,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spouse who treats her with such vile abuse. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE words were thunder to Belphegor's ears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who instantly took flight, so great his fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hell's abyss he fled without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tell adventures through the realms of day.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sire, said the demon, it is clearly true,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Damnation does the marriage knot pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your highness often hither sees arrive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not squads, but regiments, who, when alive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By Hymen were indissolubly tied:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In person I the fact have fully tried.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Th' institution, perhaps, most just could be:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Past ages far more happiness might see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But ev'ry thing, with time, corruption shows;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No jewel in your crown more lustre throws. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BELPHEGOR'S tale by Satan was believed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Reward he got: the term, which-sorely grieved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was now reduced; indeed, what had he done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That should prevent it?&mdash;If away he'd run,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who would not do the same who weds a shrew?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sure worse below the devil never knew!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A brawling woman's tongue, what saint can bear?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en Job, Honesta would have taught despair. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHAT is the inference? you ask:&mdash;I'll tell;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Live single, if you know you are well;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But if old Hymen o'er your senses reign,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beware Honestas, or you'll rue the chain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        * By this character La Fontaine is supposed to
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        have meant his own wife. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Little_Bell" id="Little_Bell"></a>THE LITTLE BELL
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0303m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0303m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0303.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His promises are naught, too oft we find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I vowed (I hope in tolerable verse,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again no idle story to rehearse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And whence this promise?&mdash;Not two days ago;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm quite confounded; better I should know:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A rhymer hear then, who himself can boast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite steady for&mdash;a minute at the most.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pow'rs above could PRUDENCE ne'er design;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For those who fondly court the SISTERS NINE.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some means to please they've got, you will confess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But none with certainty the charm possess.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If, howsoever, I were doomed to find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such lines as fully would content the mind:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though I should fail in matter, still in art;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I might contrive some pleasure to impart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LET'S see what we are able to obtain:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A bachelor resided in Touraine.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sprightly youth, who oft the maids beset,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And liked to prattle to the girls he met,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With sparkling eyes, white teeth, and easy air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Plain russet petticoat and flowing hair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beside a rivulet, while Io round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With little bell that gave a tinkling sound,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On herbs her palate gratified at will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gazed and played, and fondly took her fill. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AMONG the rustic nymphs our spark perceived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A charming girl, for whom his bosom heaved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too young, however, to feel the poignant smart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By Cupid oft inflicted on the heart.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I will not say thirteen's an age unfit
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The contrary most fully I admit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The LAW supposes (such its prudent fears)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Maturity at still more early years;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But this apparently refers to towns,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While LOVE was born for groves, and lawns, and downs. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0307m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0307m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0307.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE youth exerted ev'ry art to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But all in vain: he only seemed to teaze:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er he said, however nicely graced,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ill-humour, inexperience, or distaste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Induced the belle, unlearned in Cupid's book;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To treat his passion with a froward look. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BELIEVING ev'ry artifice in love
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was tolerated by the pow'rs above,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One eve he turned a heifer from the rest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conducted by the girl his thoughts possessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The others left, not counted by the fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Youth seldom shows the necessary care,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With easy, loit'ring steps the cottage sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where ev'ry night they usually were brought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HER mother, more experienced than the maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Observed, that from the cattle one had strayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl was scolded much, and sent to find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The heifer indiscreetly left behind.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fair Isabella gave a vent to tears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Invoked sweet echo to disperse her fears:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Solicited with fervent, piercing cry,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tell her where lorn Io she might spy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose little bell the spark deprived of sound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When he withdrew her from the herd around. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0311m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0311m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0311.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE lover now the tinkling metal shook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The path that t'wards it led the charmer took.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The well known note was pleasing to her ear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without suspecting treachery was near,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She followed to a wood, both deep and large,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In hopes at least she might regain her charge. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        GUESS her surprise, good reader, when she heard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lover's voice, who would not be deterred.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, fair maid whene'er the heart's on fire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis all permitted that can quench desire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this, with piercing cries she rent the air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But no one came:&mdash;she sunk to dire despair. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YE beauteous dames avoid the Sylvan shade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dread dangers solitary woods pervade. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Glutton" id="Glutton"></a>THE GLUTTON
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0313m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0313m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0313.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A STURGEON, once, a glutton famed was led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have for supper&mdash;all, except the head.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With wond'rous glee he feasted on the fish;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And quickly swallowed down the royal dish.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'ercharged, howe'er, his stomach soon gave way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And doctors were required without delay. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0317m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0317m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0317.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE danger imminent, his friends desired
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd settle ev'ry thing affairs required.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, in that respect I'm quite prepared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, since my time so little is declared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With diligence, I earnestly request,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sturgeon's head you'll get me nicely dressed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <a name="p237" id="p237"></a><img alt="p237.jpg (46K)"
+       src="images/p237.jpg" style="width:100%;"  height="507" width="659"   /> </p>
+
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Two_Friends" id="Two_Friends"></a>THE TWO FRIENDS
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span>XIOCHUS, a handsome youth of old,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Alcibiades, (both gay and bold,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well agreed, they kept a beauteous belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With whom by turns they equally would dwell. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened, one of them so nicely played,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fav'rite lass produced a little maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which both extolled, and each his own believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though doubtless one or t'other was deceived. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0319m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0319m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0319.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        BUT when to riper years the bantling grew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sought her mother's foot-steps to pursue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each friend desired to be her chosen swain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And neither would a parent's name retain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID one, why brother, she's your very shade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The features are the same-:-your looks pervade.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oh no, the other cried, it cannot be
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her chin, mouth, nose, and eyes, with your's agree;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But that as 'twill, let me her favours win,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And for the pleasure I will risk the sin. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Country_Justice" id="Country_Justice"></a>THE COUNTRY JUSTICE
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0323m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0323m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0323.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TWO lawyers to their cause so well adhered,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A country justice quite confused appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By them the facts were rendered so obscure
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With which the truth remained he was not sure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, completely tired, two straws he sought
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of diff'rent lengths, and to the parties brought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These in his hand he held:&mdash;the plaintiff drew
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (So fate decreed) the shortest of the two.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this the other homeward took his way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To boast how nicely he had gained the day. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE bench complained: the magistrate replied
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Don't blame I pray&mdash;'tis nothing new I've tried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Courts often judge at hazard in the law,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without deciding by the longest straw. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Alice_Sick" id="Alice_Sick"></a>ALICE SICK
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0327m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0327m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0327.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SICK, Alice grown, and fearing dire event,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some friend advised a servant should be sent
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her confessor to bring and ease her mind;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, she replied, to see him I'm inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let father Andrew instantly be sought:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By him salvation usually I'm taught. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0331m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0331m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0331.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0333m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0333m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0333.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        A MESSENGER was told, without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take, with rapid steps, the convent way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He rang the bell&mdash;a monk enquired his name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And asked for what, or whom, the fellow came.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I father Andrew want, the wight replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who's oft to Alice confessor and guide:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With Andrew, cried the other, would you speak?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If that's the case, he's far enough to seek;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Poor man! he's left us for the regions blessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And has in Paradise ten years confessed. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Kiss_Returned" id="Kiss_Returned"></a>THE KISS RETURNED
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0335m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0335m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0335.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AS WILLIAM walking with his wife was seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A man of rank admired her lovely mien.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who gave you such a charming fair? he cried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        May I presume to kiss your beauteous bride?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With all my heart, replied the humble swain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You're welcome, sir:&mdash;I beg you'll not refrain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She's at your service: take the boon, I pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll not such offers meet with ev'ry day. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE gentleman proceeded as desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To get a kiss, alone he had aspired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So fervently howe'er he pressed her lip,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Petronella blushed at ev'ry sip. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0339m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0339m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0339.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        SEVEN days had scarcely run, when to his arms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other took a wife with seraph charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And William was allowed to have a kiss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That filled his soul with soft ecstatick bliss.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried he, I wish, (and truly I am grieved)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That when the gentleman a kiss received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From her I love, he'd gone to greater height,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with my Petronella passed the night. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Sister_Jane" id="Sister_Jane"></a>SISTER JANE
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0343m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0343m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0343.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN Sister Jane, who had produced a child,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her sister-nuns around the lattice pressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which the abbess thus her flock addressed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Live like our sister Jane, and bid adieu
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To worldly cares:&mdash;have better things in view. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YES, they replied, we sage like her shall be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When we with love have equally been free. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="An_Imitation" id="An_Imitation"></a>AN IMITATION OF ANACREON
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">P</span>AINTER in Paphos and Cythera famed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Depict, I pray, the absent Iris' face.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou hast not seen the lovely nymph I've named;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The better for thy peace.&mdash;Then will I trace
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For thy instruction her transcendent grace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Begin with lily white and blushing rose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Take then the Loves and Graces... But what good
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Words, idle words? for Beauty's Goddess could
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By Iris be replaced, nor one suppose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The secret fraud&mdash;their grace so equal shows.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou at Cythera couldst, at Paphos too,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of the same Iris Venus form anew. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Another_Imitation" id="Another_Imitation"></a>ANOTHER IMITATION
+        OF ANACREON
+      </h2>
+      <div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+        <img src="images/0347m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="0347m " /><br />
+      </div>
+      <h5>
+        <a href="images/0347.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+      </h5>
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PRONE, on my couch I calmly slept
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Against my wont. A little child
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Awoke me as he gently crept
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And beat my door. A tempest wild
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was raging-dark and cold the night.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Have pity on my naked plight,&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        He begged, &ldquo;and ope thy door.&rdquo;&mdash;&ldquo;Thy name?&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        I asked admitting him.&mdash;&ldquo;The same
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Anon I'll tell, but first must dry
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;My weary limbs, then let me try
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;My mois'ened bow.&rdquo;&mdash;Despite my fear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hearth I lit, then drew me near
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My guest, and chafed his fingers cold.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Why fear?&rdquo; I thought. &ldquo;Let me be bold
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;No Polyphemus he; what harm
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;In such a child?&mdash;Then I'll be calm!&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        The playful boy drew out a dart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shook his fair locks, and to my heart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His shaft he launch'd.&mdash;&ldquo;Love is my name,&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        He thankless cried, &ldquo;I hither came
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To tame thee. In thine ardent pain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Of Cupid think and young Climene.&rdquo;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Ah! now I know thee, little scamp,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Ungrateful, cruel boy! Decamp!&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        Cupid a saucy caper cut,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Skipped through the door, and as it shut,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;My bow,&rdquo; he taunting cried, &ldquo;is sound,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Thy heart, poor comrade, feels the wound.&rdquo; <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+    <h2>
+      <a name="PREFACE_2" id="PREFACE_2"></a>THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE
+    </h2>
+    <h2>
+      TO HIS SECOND BOOK OF THESE TALES
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      These are the last works of this style that will come from the pen of the
+      Author, and consequently this is the last opportunity he has of
+      vindicating the boldness and privilege which he has assumed. We make no
+      mention of villainous rhymes, of lines that run into the next, of two
+      vowels without elision, nor, in general, of such kinds of carelessness as
+      he would not allow himself in another style of poetry, but which are part
+      and parcel, so to say, of this style. Too anxious a care in avoiding such
+      would force a tale-writer into a labyrinth of shifts, into narratives as
+      dull as they are grand, into straits that are utterly useless, and would
+      make him disregard the pleasure of the heart in order to labour for the
+      gratification of the ear. We must leave studied narrative for lofty
+      subjects, and not compose an epic poem of the Adventures of Renaud d'Ast.
+      Suppose the Author, who has put these tales into rhyme, had brought to
+      bear on them all the care and preciseness required of him; not only would
+      this care be observed, especially as it is unnecessary, but it would also
+      transgress the precept lain down by Ouintilian, still the Author would not
+      have attained the main object, which is to interest the reader, to charm
+      him, to rivet his attention in spite of himself,&mdash;in a word, to
+      please him. As everybody knows, the secret of pleasing the reader is not
+      always based on regulation, nor even on symmetry; there is need of
+      smartness and tastefulness, if we would strike home. How many of those
+      perfect types of beauty do we see which never strike home, and of which
+      nobody feels enamoured! We do not wish to rob Modern Authors of the praise
+      that is due to them. Nicely turned lines, fine language, accuracy,
+      elegance of rhyme are accomplishments in a poet. However that may be, let
+      us consider of our own epigrams wherein all these qualities are combined,
+      perhaps we shall find in them far less point, nay, I would venture to add,
+      far less charm than in those of Marot or Saint-Gelais, although almost all
+      the works of the latter poets are full of the same faults as are
+      attributed to us. We will be told that these were not faults in their day,
+      whereas they are very great faults in ours. To this we answer by a similar
+      kind of argument, by saying, as we have already said, that these would
+      undoubtedly be faults in another style of poetry, but not in this. The
+      late M. de Voiture is a proof in point. We need only read the works in
+      which he brings to life again the character of Marot. For our Author does
+      not lay claim to praise for himself, nor to rounds of applause from the
+      public for having put a few tales into rhyme. Without doubt he has entered
+      on quite a new path, and has pursued it to the utmost of his power,
+      choosing now one road, now another, and always treading with surer step
+      when he has followed the manner of our old poets &ldquo;quorum in hae re imitari
+      negligentiam exoptat potius quam istorum diligentiam.&rdquo; <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But while saying that we wished to waive this question, we have
+      unconsciously involved ourselves in its discussion. Perhaps this has not
+      been without advantage; for there is nothing that resembles faults more
+      than these licenses. Let us now consider the liberty which the Author has
+      assumed in cutting into the property of others as well as his own, without
+      making exception even to the best known stories, none of which he scruples
+      to tamper with. He curtails, enlarges, and alters incidents and details,
+      at times the main issue and the sequel; in short, the story is no longer
+      the same; it is, in point of fact, quite a new tale; its original author
+      would find it no small difficulty to recognise in it his own work. &ldquo;Non
+      sic decet contaminari fabulas,&rdquo; Critics will say. Why should they not?
+      They twitted Terence in just the same way; but Terence sneered at them,
+      and claimed a right to treat the matter as he did. He has mingled his own
+      ideas with the subjects he drew from Menander, just as Sophocles and
+      Euripides mingled theirs with the subjects they drew from former writers,
+      sparing neither history nor romance, where &ldquo;decorum&rdquo; and the rules of the
+      Drama were at issue. Shall this privilege cease with respect to fictitious
+      stories? Must we in future have more scrupulous or religious regard, if we
+      may be allowed the expression, for falsehood than the Ancients had for
+      truth? What people call a good tale never passes from hand to hand without
+      receiving some fresh touch of embellishment. How comes it then, we may be
+      asked, that in many passages the Author curtails instead of enlarging on
+      the original? On that point we are agreed: the Author does so in order to
+      avoid lengthiness and ambiguity,&mdash;two faults which are inadmissible
+      in such matters, especially the latter. For if lucidity is to be commended
+      in all literary works, we may say that it is especially necessary in
+      narratives, where one thing is, as a rule, the sequel and the result of
+      another; where the less important sometimes lays the basis of the more
+      important; so that, once the thread becomes broken, the reader cannot
+      gather it up again. Besides, as narratives in verse are very awkward, the
+      author must clog himself with details as little as possible; by means of
+      this you relieve not only yourself, but also the reader, for whom an
+      author should not fail to prepare pleasure unalloyed. Whenever the Author
+      has altered a few particulars and even a few catastrophes, he has been
+      forced to do so by the cause of that catastrophe and the urgency of giving
+      it a happy termination. He has fancied that in tales of this kind everyone
+      ought to be satisfied with the end: it pleases the reader at any rate, if
+      the author has not given the characters too distasteful a rendering. But
+      he must not go so far as that, if possible, nor make the reader laugh and
+      cry in the same tale. This medley shocks Horace above all things; his wish
+      is not that our works should border on the grotesque, and that we should
+      draw a picture half woman half fish. These are the general motives the
+      Author has had in view. We might still quote special motives and vindicate
+      each point; but we must needs leave something to the capacity and leniency
+      of our readers. They will be satisfied, then, with the motives we have
+      mentioned. We would have stated them more clearly and have set more by
+      them, had the general compass of a Preface so allowed. <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="p1b" id="p1b"></a><img
+      alt="p1b.jpg (37K)" src="images/p1b.jpg" style="width:100%;"  height="492" width="664"   /> </p>
+
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Friar_Phillip" id="Friar_Phillip"></a>FRIAR PHILIP'S GEESE
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>F these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, why suppose the sex my pages shun?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enough, if they condemn where follies run;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Laugh in their sleeve at tricks they disapprove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, false or true, a muscle never move.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A playful jest can scarcely give offence:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who knows too much, oft shows a want of sense.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From flatt'ry oft more dire effects arise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enflame the heart and take it by surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ye beauteous belles, beware each sighing swain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Discard his vows:&mdash;my book with care retain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your safety then I'll guarantee at ease.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But why dismiss?&mdash;their wishes are to please:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, truly, no necessity appears
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For solitude:&mdash;consider well your years.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I HAVE, and feel convinced they do you wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who think no virtue can to such belong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        White crows and phoenixes do not abound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But lucky lovers still are sometimes found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And though, as these famed birds, not quite so rare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The numbers are not great that favours share;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I own my works a diff'rent sense express,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But these are tales:&mdash;mere tales in easy dress. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To beauty's wiles, in ev'ry class, I've bowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fawned, flattered, sighed, e'en constancy have vowed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What gained? you ask&mdash;but little I admit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er we aim, too oft we fail to hit.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My latter days I'll now devote with care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To guard the sex from ev'ry latent snare.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Tales I'll detail, and these relate at ease:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Narrations clear and neat will always please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like me, to this attention criticks pay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then sleep, on either side, from night till day.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If awkward, vulgar phrase intervene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or rhymes imperfect o'er the page be seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Condemn at will; but stratagems and art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pass, shut your eyes, who'd heed the idle part?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some mothers, husbands, may perhaps be led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pull my locks for stories white or red;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So matters stand: a fine affair, no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what I've failed to do&mdash;my book makes out. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20030m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20030m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20030.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE FAIR my pages safely may pursue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this apology they'll not refuse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What recompense can I presume to make?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A tale I'll give, where female charms partake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And prove resistless whatsoe'er assail:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Blessed BEAUTY, NATURE ever should prevail. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HAD Fate decreed our YOUTH, at early morn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To view the angel features you adorn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The captivating pow'rs AURORA bless,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or airy SPRING bedecked in beauteous dress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all the azure canopy on high
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had vanished like a dream, once you were nigh.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when his eyes at length your charms beheld,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His glowing breast with softest passion swelled;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Superior lustre beamed at ev'ry view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No pleasures pleased: his soul was fixed on you.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Crowns, jewels, palaces, appeared as naught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas solely beauteous woman now he sought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A WOOD, from earliest years, his home had been,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And birds the only company he'd seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose notes harmonious often lulled his care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beguiled his hours, and saved him from despair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delightful sounds! from nightingale and dove
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unknown their tongue, yet indicant of love. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS savage, solitary, rustick school,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father chose his infancy to rule.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mother's recent death induced the sire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To place the son where only beasts retire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And long the forest habitants alone
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were all his youthful sight had ever known. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TWO reasons, good or bad, the father led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To fly the world:&mdash;all intercourse to dread
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since fate had torn his lovely spouse from hence;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Misanthropy and fear o'ercame each sense;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of the world grown tired, he hated all around:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too oft in solitude is sorrow found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His partner's death produced distaste of life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And made him fear to seek another wife.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hermit's gloomy, mossy cell he took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wished his child might thither solely look. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AMONG the poor his little wealth he threw,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with his infant son alone withdrew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The forest's dreary wilds concealed his cell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There Philip (such his name) resolved to dwell. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BY holy motives led, and not chagrin,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hermit never spoke of what he'd seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, from the youth's discernment, strove to hide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er regarded love, and much beside,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The softer sex, with all their magick charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That fill the feeling bosom with alarms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As years advanced, the boy with care he taught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What suited best his age before him brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At five he showed him animals and flow'rs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The birds of air, the beasts, their sev'ral pow'rs;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And now and then of hell he gave a hint,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Old Satan's wrath, and what might awe imprint,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How formed, and doomed to infamy below;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In childhood FEAR 's the lesson first we know! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE years had passed away, when Philip tried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In matters more profound his son to guide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He spoke of Paradise and Heav'n above;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not a word of woman,&mdash;nor of LOVE.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fifteen arrived, the sire with anxious care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of NATURE'S works declaimed,&mdash;but not the FAIR:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An age, when those, for solitude designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should be to scenes of seriousness confined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor joys of youth, nor soft ideas praised
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The flame soon spreads when Cupid's torch is raised. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, when twenty summers time had run,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father to the city brought his son;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With years weighed down, the hermit scarcely knew
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His daily course of duty to pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when Death's venomed shaft should on him fall;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On whom could then his boy for succour call?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How life support, unknowing and unknown?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Wolves, foxes, bears, ne'er charity have shown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all the sire could give his darling care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A staff and wallet, he was well aware
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fine patrimony, truly, for a child!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To which his mind was no way reconciled.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bread few, 'twas clear, the hermit would deny,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And rich he might have been you may rely;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When he drew near, the children quickly cried
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here's father Philip&mdash;haste, the alms provide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many pious men his friends were found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not one female devotee around:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        None would he hear; the FAIR he always fled
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their smiles and wiles the friar kept in dread. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR hermit, when he thought his darling youth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well fixed in duty and religious truth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conveyed him 'mong his pious friends, to learn
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How food to beg, and other ways discern.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In tears he viewed his son the forest quit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fain would have him for the world unfit. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE city's palaces and lofty spires,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our rustick's bosom filled with new desires.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The prince's residence great splendour showed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And lively pleasure on the youth bestowed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What's here? said he; The court, his friends replied:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What there?&mdash;The mansions where the great reside:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And these?&mdash;Fine statues, noble works of art:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All gave delight and gratitude his heart.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when the beauteous FAIR first caught his view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To ev'ry other sight he bade adieu;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The palace, court, or mansions he admired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No longer proved the objects he desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another cause of admiration rose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His breast pervaded, and disturbed repose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What's this, he cried, so elegantly neat?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O tell me, father; make my joy complete! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHAT gave the son such exquisite delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The parent filled with agonizing fright.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To answer, howsoe'er he'd no excuse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So told the youth&mdash;a bird they call a goose. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O BEAUTEOUS bird, exclaimed th' enraptured boy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sing, sound thy voice, 'twill fill my soul with joy;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To thee I'd anxiously be better known;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O father, let me have one for my own!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thousand times I fondly ask the boon;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And always make it my supreme delight. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Richard_Minutolo" id="Richard_Minutolo"></a>RICHARD MINUTOLO
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20036m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20036m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20036.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>N ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With beauteous objects in abundance blessed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No country round so many has possessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such fascinating charms the FAIR disclose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That irresistibly soft passion flows. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'MONG these a belle, enchanting to behold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was loved by one, of birth and store of gold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Minutolo (and Richard) was his name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Cupid's train a youth of brilliant fame:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tween Rome and Paris none was more gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And num'rous hearts were for him known to pant. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CATELLA (thus was called our lady fair,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So long, howe'er, resisted Richard's snare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That prayers, and vows, and promises were vain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A favour Minutolo could not gain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, our hero weary, coldness showed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And dropt attendance, since no kindness flowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pretended to be cured:&mdash;another sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And feigned her charms his tender heart had caught:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Catella laughed, but jealousy was nigh;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas for her friend that now He heaved the sigh. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE dames together met, and Richard too,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gay gallant a glowing picture drew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of certain husbands, lovers, prudes, and wives;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who led in secret most lascivious lives.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though none he named, Catella was amazed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His hints suspicions of her husband raised;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And such her agitation and affright,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, anxious to procure more certain light,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In haste she took Minutolo aside,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And begged the names he would not from her hide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With all particulars, from first to last:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her ardent wish to know whate'er had passed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SO long your reign, said Richard, o'er my mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deny I could not, howsoe'er inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With Mrs. Simon often is your spouse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her character no doubt your spleen will rouse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've no design, observe to give offence,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, when I see your int'rest in suspense,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I cannot silent keep; though, were I still
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A slave, devoted wholly to your will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As late I moved, I would not drop a word
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mistrust of lovers may not be absurd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, you'd fancy other motives led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tell you of your husband what was said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But heav'n be praised, of you I nothing want;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My object's plain&mdash;no more the fond gallant. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'VE lately certain information had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your spouse (I scarcely thought the man so bad,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has with the lady an appointment made;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At Jack's nice bagnio he will meet the jade. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOW clearly Jack's not rich, and there's no doubt;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred ducats give, and&mdash;ALL will out;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let him but have a handsome sum in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And any thing you wish, be sure he'll do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You then can manage ev'ry way so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, at the place assigned to meet his belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll take this truant husband by surprise;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Permit me in this nice affair to advise. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lady has agreed, you will remark,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That in a room where ev'ry part is dark,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Perhaps to 'scape the keeper's prying sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or shame directs exclusion of the light,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She will receive your gay inconstant spouse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now, take her place; the case deceit allows;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Make Jack your friend; nor haggle at the price;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred ducats give, is my advice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'll place you in the room where darkness reigns;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Think not too fast, nor suffer heavy chains;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Do what you wish, and utter not a word;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To speak, assuredly would be absurd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould spoil the whole; destroy the project quite;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attend, and see if all things be not right. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE project pleased Catella to the soul;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her wrath, no longer able to controul,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She Richard stopt; enough, enough, she cried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I fully understand:&mdash;leave me to guide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll play the fellow and his wanton lass
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pretty trick-shall all their art surpass,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless the string gives way and spoils my scheme;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, take me for a nincompoop?&mdash;they dream. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS said, she sought excuse to get away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And went in quest of Jack without delay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The keeper, howsoe'er, a hint had got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Minutolo had schooled him for the plot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oft cash does wonders, and, if such the case
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In France or Britain, when conferred a grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The bribe is taken, and the truth abused,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Italy it will not be refused;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There this sole quiver Cupid useful finds,&mdash; <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A purse well stored&mdash;all binds, gunlocks, or blinds:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Jack took the pelf from Richard and the dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had Satan offered&mdash;'twould have been the same.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, Minutolo had full success,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All came about, and marked the spark's address. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lady had at first some warm dispute
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To many questions Jack was even mute;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when he saw the golden charms unmasked,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Far more he promised than Catella asked. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE time of rendezvous arrived, our spark
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Jack's repaired, and found the room quite dark;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well arranged, no crevice could he find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through which the light might hurt what he designed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOT long he waited, ere our jealous dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who longed to find her faithless husband, came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most thoroughly prepared his ears to greet.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Jack brought the couple presently to meet.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady found, howe'er, not what she sought:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No guilty spouse, nor Mrs. Simon caught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But wily Richard, who, without alarms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In silence took Catella in his arms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What further passed between the easy pair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Think what you will, I mean not to declare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover certainly received delight
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady showed no terror nor affright;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On neither side a syllable was dropt
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With care Minutolo his laughter stopt;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though difficult, our spark succeeded well;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No words of mine can Richard's pleasure tell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His fav'rite beauteous belle he now possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And triumphed where so oft he'd been repressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet fondly hoped her pardon he should get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since they together had so gaily met. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, the fair could no longer contain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Vile wretch, she cried, I've borne too much 'tis plain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm not the fav'rite whom thou had'st in view:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tear thy eyes out justly were thy due,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis this, indeed, that makes thee silent keep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each morn feign sickness, and pretend to sleep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thyself reserving doubtless for amours:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Speak, villain! say, of charms have I less stores?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or what has Mrs. Simon more than I?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wanton wench, in tricks so wondrous sly!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where my love less? though truly now I hate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would that I'd seen thee hung, thou wretch ingrate! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MINUTOLO, while thus Catella spoke,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Caressed her much, but silence never broke;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A kiss e'en tried to gain, without success;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She struggled, and refused to acquiesce;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Begone! said she, nor treat me like a child;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Stand off!&mdash;away!&mdash;thy taction is defiled;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My tears express an injured woman's grief;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more thy wife I'll be, but seek relief;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Return my fortune&mdash;go:&mdash;thy mistress seek;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be so constant:&mdash;How was I so weak?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It surely would be nothing more than right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were Richard I to see this very night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who adoration constantly has paid:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You much deserve to be a cuckold made;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm half inclined, I vow, to do the worst.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At this our arch gallant with laughter burst.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What impudence!&mdash;You mock me too? she cried
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let's see, with blushes if his face be dyed?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When from his arms she sprang, a window sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The shutters ope'd, and then a view she caught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Minutolo, her lover! * * * what surprise!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pale, faint, she instant grew, and closed her eyes:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who would have thought, said she, thou wert so base?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm lost! * * * for ever sunk in dire disgrace! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHO'LL, know it? Richard earnestly replied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Jack's concealment we may both confide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Excuse the trick I've played and ne'er repine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Address, force, treachery, in love combine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All are permitted when intrigue 's the word;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hold the contrary were quite absurd.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till stratagem was used I naught could gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But looks and darts from eyes, for all my pain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've paid myself;&mdash;Would you have done it?&mdash;No;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis all as might be wished;&mdash;come, smiles bestow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm satisfied, the fault was not with you.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this, to make you wretched, naught I view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why sigh and groan?&mdash;What numbers could I name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who would be happy to be served the same. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIS reas'ning yet could not the belle appease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She wept, and sought by tears her mind to ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Affliction highly added to her charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Minutolo still gave her new alarms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He took her hand, which she at once withdrew:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away, she cried; no longer me pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be satisfied; you surely don't desire
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That I assistance from the house require,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or rouse the neighbours with my plaintive cries
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll ev'ry thing declare without disguise. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SUCH folly don't commit, replied the spark;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your wisest plan is nothing to remark:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The world at present is become so vile,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you the truth divulge, they'll only smile;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not one a word of treachery would believe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But think you came&mdash;and money to receive:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Suppose, besides, it reached your husband's ears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Th' effect has reason to excite your fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould give displeasure and occasion strife:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would you in duels wish to risk his life?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whatever makes you with him disagree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At all events, I'm full as bad as he. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE reasons with Catella greatly weighed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since things, continued he, are thus displayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And cannot be repaired, console your mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A perfect being never was designed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If, howsoe'er you will * * * but say no more;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such thoughts for ever banish, I implore.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Mid all my perseverance, zeal, and art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I nothing got but frowns that pierced the heart:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twill now on you depend if pleasure prove
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This day imperfect, ere from hence we move.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What more remains to do? the worst is past;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis step the first that costs, however classed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well Minutolo preferred his suit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady with him more would not dispute,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With downcast eyes she listened to his prayer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And looked disposed to tranquilize his care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From easy freedom soon he 'gan to soar;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A smile received:&mdash;a kiss bestowed and more:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, the lady passed resistance by,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all conceded, e'en without a sigh. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR hero felt a thousand times more blessed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than when he first the beauteous fair caressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For when a flame reciprocal is raised,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The bliss redoubles, and by all is praised. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THUS Richard pleasantly employed his time,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Contented lived, concentring joys sublime.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sample, now, we have given of his pow'rs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And who would wish for more delightful hours?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O grant, kind heav'n! that I the like may meet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ever prove so wary and discreet. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Monks_of_Catalonia" id="Monks_of_Catalonia"></a>THE MONKS OF
+        CATALONIA
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20046m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20046m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20046.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>O you, my friends, allow me to detail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where oft the holy fathers pow'rs displayed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And showed such charity to wife and maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That o'er their minds sweet fascination reigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And made them think, they Paradise had gained. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SUCH characters oft preciously advise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And youthful easy female minds surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The beauteous FAIR encircle with their net,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, of the feeling heart, possession get:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Work in the holy vineyard, you may guess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, as our tale will show, with full success. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN times of old, when learning 'mong the FAIR,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enough to read the testament, was rare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Times howsoe'er thought difficult to quote,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A swarm of monks of gormandizing note,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Arrived and fixed themselves within a town,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For young and beauteous belles of great renown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While, of gallants, there seemed but very few,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though num'rous aged husbands you might view. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A NOBLE chapel soon the fathers raised,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To which the females ran and highly praised,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Surveyed it o'er and confidently thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas there, of course, salvation should be sought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when their faith had thoroughly been proved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gain their point the monks the veil removed.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good father Andrew scorned to use finesse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in discourse the sex would thus address. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF any thing prevent your sov'reign bliss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Paradise incautiously you miss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most certainly the evil will arise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From keeping for your husbands large supplies,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of what a surplus you have clearly got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And more than requisite to them allot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without bestowing on your trusty friends,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The saving that to no one blessings lends. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PERHAPS you'll tell me, marriage boons we shun;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis true, and Heav'n be praised enough is done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without those duties to require our share
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You know from direful sin we guard the FAIR.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ingratitude 's declared the height of crimes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And God pronounced it such in early times;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For this eternally was Satan curst;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er you err, be careful of the worst.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Return to Heav'n your thanks for bounteous care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then to us a tithe of surplus spare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which costs you nothing worth a moment's thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And marks the zeal with which our faith is taught,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A claim legitimate our order opes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bestowed, for holy offices, by popes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No charitable gift, but lawful right:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Priests well supported are a glorious sight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Four times a year, exactly to a day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each wife this tithe should personally pay
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our holy saint requires that you submit:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis founded on decrees of holy writ.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All Nature carefully the law reveres,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That gratitude and fealty endears. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOW marriage works we rank as an estate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tithe is due for that at any rate.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll take it patiently, whate'er the toil:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor be o'er nice about the justful spoil.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our order have not, you must surely know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By many comforts, what we wish below. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TIS right, however, that I now suggest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whatever passes must not be expressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But naught to husbands, parents, friends, reveal;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From ev'ry one the mysterious conceal.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Three words th' apostle taught: be these your care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FAITH, CHARITY, and PRUDENCE learn to share. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE holy father, by his fine discourse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delivered with the most impressive force,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gave wonderous satisfaction and surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And passed with all for Solomon the wise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few slept while Andrew preached, and ev'ry wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His precepts guarded as she would her life;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And these not solely treasured in the mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But showed to practise them the heart inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each hastened tithe to bring without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And quarrelled who should be the first to pay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Loud murmurs rang, and many city dames,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were forced to keep till morn the friar's claims,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And HOLY CHURCH, not knowing what to do,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such numbers seemed to be in paying cue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length was forced, without restraint, to say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Lord commands that, till a future day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You give us time to breathe:&mdash;so large the lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To serve for present we enough have got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much the whole at once, but by degrees,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your tithe we'll take and all contrive to please.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With us arrange the hour you would be here,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And some to-day:&mdash;to-morrow more we'll cheer;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole in order, and you'll clearly see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That SOFTLY with FAIRLY best agree. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE sex inclined to follow this advice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        About receipts however they were not nice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The entertainment greatly was admired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And pure devotion all their bosoms fired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A glass of cordial some apart received;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good cheer was given, may be well believed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ten youthful dames brisk friar Fripart took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gay, airy, and engaging ev'ry look,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who paid with pleasure all the monk could wish;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some had fifteen:&mdash;some twelve to taste their dish;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good friar Rock had twenty for his share,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gave such satisfaction to the FAIR,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That some, to show they never grudged the price,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And proved their punctuality,&mdash;paid twice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much indeed, that satiated with ways,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That six long months engaged their nights and days:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They gladly credit would have given now,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But found the ladies would not this allow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Believing it most positively wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To keep whate'er might to the church belong.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No tithe arrears were any where around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So zealous were the dames in duty found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They often in advance paid holy dues,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How pure the monks!&mdash;how just the ladies views!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friars used despatch alone with those,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That for their fascinating charms they chose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sent the sempiternals to bestow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tribute they had brought on those below,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For in the refuse tithes that were their lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The laicks oft pleasant pickings got.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short 'twas difficult to say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What charity was shown from day to day. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened that one night a married dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Desirous to convey the monks their claim,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And walking with her spouse just by the spot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where dwelled the arch contrivers of the plot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good Heavens! said she, I well remember now,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've business with a friar here, I vow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twill presently be done if you'll but wait;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Religious duties we must ne'er abate.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What duties? cried the husband with surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You're surely mad:&mdash;'tis midnight I surmise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Confess yourself to-morrow if required;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The holy fathers are to bed retired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That makes no difference, the lady cried.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I think it does, the husband straight replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thither I'll not let you go to-night:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What heinous sins so terribly affright,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That in such haste the mind you wish to ease?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To-morrow morn repair whene'er you please: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YOU do me wrong, rejoined the charming fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I neither want confession nor a prayer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But anxiously desire what is due to pay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For if incautiously I should delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long time 'would be ere I the monk should see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With other matters he'll so busy be.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what can you the holy fathers owe?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To which the lady said:&mdash;what don't you know?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A tithe, my dear, the friars always claim.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What tithe? cried he; it surely has a name.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not know! astonishingly, replied the wife.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To which the husband answered:&mdash;On my life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That women friars pay is very strange;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will you particulars with me arrange?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How cunningly, said she, you seem to act;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why clearly you're acquainted with the fact?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis Hymeneal works:&mdash;What works? cried he&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lord! said the dame, assuredly you see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why I had paid an hour ago or more
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And you've prevented me when at the door;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm sure, of those who owe, I'm not the worst,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For I, in paying, always was the first. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband quite astonished now appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once a hundred diff'rent ills he feared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But questioning his wife howe'er, he found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That many other dames who lived around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like her; in paying tithes, the monks obeyed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which consolation to his breast conveyed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Poor innocent! she nothing wished to hide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, not one but tithe they make provide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good friar Aubrey takes your sister's dues;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To father Fabry Mrs. B's accrues;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mayoress friar William likes to greet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A monk more handsome scarcely you will meet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I to friar Gerard always go;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I wished this night to pay him all I owe. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALAS! when tongues unbridled drop disguise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What direful ills, what discords oft arise!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cunning husband having thus obtained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Particulars of what the fathers gained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At first designed in secret to disclose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those scenes of fraud and matrimonial woes:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mayor and citizens should know, he thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What dues were paid: what tithes the friars sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since 'twas rather difficult to place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Full credence, at the first, in such a case,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He judged it best to make the fellow speak,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To whom his wife had shown herself so weak. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20056m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20056m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20056.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        FOR father Gerard in the morn he sent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, unsuspecting, to the husband went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When, in the presence of the injured wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He drew his sword and swore he'd take his life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless the mystery he would disclose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which he reluctantly through terror chose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then having bound the friar hand and foot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in another room his lady put,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He sallied forth his hapless lot to tell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to the mayor exposed the wily spell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The corporation next; then up and down,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The secret he divulged throughout the town. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A CRY for vengeance presently was heard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole at once to slaughter, some preferred
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While others would the place with fire surround,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And burn the house with those within it found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some wished to drown them, bound within their dress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With various other projects you may guess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But all agreed that death should be their lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And those for burning had most voices got. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20058m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20058m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20058.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        WITHOUT delay they to the convent flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when the holy mansion came in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Respect, the place of execution changed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A citizen his barn for this arranged;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The crafty crew together were confined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in the blaze their wretched lives resigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While round the husbands danced at sound of drum,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And burnt whatever to their hands had come;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Naught 'scaped their fury, monks of all degrees,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Robes, mantles, capuchins, and mock decrees:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All perished properly within the flames;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nothing more I find about the dames;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And friar Gerard, in another place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had met apart his merited disgrace. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Cradle" id="Cradle"></a>THE CRADLE
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20060m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20060m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20060.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">N</span>EAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Small sums were charged; few guests the night would stay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And these could seldom much afford to pay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pleasing active partner had the host
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her age not much 'bove thirty at the most;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two children she her loving husband bore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The boy was one year old: the daughter more;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just fifteen summers o'er her form had smiled;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In person charming, and in temper mild. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened that Pinucio, young and gay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A youth of family, oft passed the way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Admired the girl, and thought she might be gained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attentions showed, and like return obtained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mistress was not deaf, nor lover mute;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pinucio seemed the lady's taste to suit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of pleasing person and engaging air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'mong the equals of our youthful fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As yet, not one a pref'rence had received;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor had she e'er in golden dreams believed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, spite of tender years, her mind was high,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And village lads she would not let come nigh. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        COLUTTA, (such her name,) though much admired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many in the place her hand desired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Rejected some, and others would not take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this most clearly for Pinucio's sake.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long conversations she could rarely get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And various obstacles the lovers met;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No interviews where they might be at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O parents, husbands! be advised by me;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Constraint with wives or children won't agree;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis then the god of love exerts his art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To find admittance to the throbbing heart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PINUCIO and a friend, one stormy night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The landlord's reached and would in haste alight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They asked for beds, but were too late they found:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You know, sir, cried the host, we don't abound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And now the very garrets we have let:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'd better elsewhere try your wish to get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And spite of weather, further on pursue
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At best, our lodging is unfit for you. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HAVE you no truckle bed? the lover cried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No corner left?&mdash;we fain would here abide:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, truly, said the host, we always keep
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two beds within the chamber where we sleep;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My wife and I, of course, take one of these;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Together lie in t'other if you please.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spark replied, this we will gladly do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, supper get; that o'er, the friends withdrew:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pinucio, by Coletta's sage advice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In looking o'er the room was very nice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With eagle-eyes particulars he traced,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then 'tween the clothes himself and friend he placed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A camp-bed for the girl was on the floor;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The landlord's, 'gainst the wall and next the door;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another opposite the last was set,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this, to guests, at certain times was let;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'tween the two, but near the parents' best,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A cradle for the child to rest its head,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From which a pleasant accident arrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That our gallant's young friend of rest deprived. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN midnight came, and this gay spark supposed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The host and hostess' eyes in sleep were closed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Convinced the time appointed was at hand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To put in execution what was planned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He to the camp-bed silently repaired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And found the belle by Morpheus not insnared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Coletta taught a play that mortals find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fatigues the body more than plagues the mind:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A truce succeeded, but 'twas quickly o'er:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those rest not long who pilfer Cupid's store. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AGAIN, when to the room the hostess came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And found the cradle rested not the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good heav'ns! cried she, it joins my husband's head:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, but for that, I truly had been led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To lay myself unthinkingly beside
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The strangers whom with lodging we provide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, God be praised, this cradle shows the place
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where my good husband's pillow I must trace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This said, she with the friend was quickly laid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without suspecting what mistake she'd made. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BETWEEN the lovers all was blithe and gay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When suddenly the friend, though far from day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was forced to rise ('twas plain a pressing case,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And move the infant's cradle from its place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To ope the door, and lest he noise might make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or any way by chance the child should wake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He set it carefully beside his bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And (softly treading) to the garden sped. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ON his return he passed the cradle by;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To place it as before he would not try,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But went to sleep; when presently a sound,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From something that had tumbled, rang around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Awoke his wife, who ran below,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That what had happened she might clearly know.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No fool in such adventures was our Wight:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The opportunity he would not slight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But played the husband well: no, no, I'm wrong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He played it ill:&mdash;too oft, too much, too long;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For whosoe'er would wish to do it well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should softly go:&mdash;the gentle most excel. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN truth, the wife was quite surprised to find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her spouse so much to frolicking inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, what ails the man, he's grown so gay?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lad of twenty's not more fond of play.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well! let's enjoy the moments while we can;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        God's will be done, since life is but a span! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE words were scarcely said, when our gallant
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Renewed his fun, and nothing seemed to want;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed, the hostess still her charms possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, on occasion, well might be caressed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MEANWHILE Coletta, dreading a surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Prevailed upon her paramour to rise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas nearly break of day when he withdrew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, groping to his place the way anew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pinucio, by the cradle too, was led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To miss his friend's and take the landlord's bed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No sooner in than with an under voice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Intriguers oft too eagerly rejoice,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, my friend, I wish I could relate
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pleasure I've received; my bliss is great;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To you, I'm sorry, Fortune proves so cold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like happiness I'd fain in you behold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Coletta is a morsel for a king;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Inestimable girl!&mdash;to me she'll cling.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've many seen, but such a charming fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There's not another like her any where. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH softest skin, delightful form and mien;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her ev'ry act resembles BEAUTY's queen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, before we'd ended with our fun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Six posts (without a fiction) we had run.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The host was struck with what the spark averred,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And muttered something indistinctly heard. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE hostess whispered HIM she thought her spouse:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again, my dear, such sparks let's never house;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray don't you hear how they together chat?&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just then the husband raised himself and sat;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is this your plan? said he with mighty rage;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was it for THIS you would my house engage?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You understand me, but I'll seek redress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Think you so very cheap to have success?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, would you ruin families at will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with our daughters take at ease your fill?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away, I say! my house this moment quit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as for You, abominable chit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll have your life: this hour you breathe your last;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such creatures only can with beasts be classed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PINUCIO heard the lecture with dismay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once was mute, and grew as cold as clay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A moment's silence through the room prevailed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Coletta trembled, and her lot bewailed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hostess now, on ev'ry side perceived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her peril great, and for the error grieved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friend, howe'er, the cradle called to mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which caused the many ills we've seen combined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And instantly he cried:&mdash;Pinucio! strange
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You thus allow yourself about to range;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Did I not tell you when the wine you took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould make many sad misfortunes hook?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whene'er you freely drink, 'tis known fall well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your sleep's disturbed, you walk, and nonsense tell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, come to bed: the morning soon will peep;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pinucio took the hint, pretended sleep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And carried on so artfully the wile,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband no suspicion had of guile.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The stratagem our hostess likewise tried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to her daughter's bed in silence hied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where she conceived her fortress was so strong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She presently began to use her tongue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And cried aloud:&mdash;Impossible the fact;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such things he could not with Coletta act;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've with her been in bed throughout the night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And she, no more than I, has swerved from right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere mighty pretty, truly, here to come;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At this the host a little while was dumb;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But in a lower tone at length replied
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I nought with your account I'm satisfied. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE party rose; the titter circled round;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And each sufficient reason for it found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole was secret, and whoe'er had gained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With care upon the subject mute remained. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="St._Julian" id="St._Julian"></a>ST. JULIAN'S PRAYER
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20071m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20071m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20071.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>O charms and philters, secret spells and prayers,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How many round attribute all their cares!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In these howe'er I never can believe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And laugh at follies that so much deceive.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet with the beauteous FAIR, 'tis very true,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These WORDS, as SACRED VIRTUES, oft they view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spell and philter wonders work in love
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hearts melt with charms supposed from pow'rs above! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MY aim is now to have recourse to these,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And give a story that I trust will please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which Saint Julian's prayer, to Reynold D'Ast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Produced a benefit, good fortune classed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had he neglected to repeat the charm,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Believed so thoroughly to guard from harm,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He would have found his cash accounts not right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And passed assuredly a wretched night. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE day, to William's castle as he moved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Three men, whose looks he very much approved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thought such honest fellows he had round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their like could nowhere be discovered round;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without suspecting any thing was wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The three, with complaisance and fluent tongue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Saluted him in humble servile style,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And asked, (the minutes better to beguile,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If they might bear him company the way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honour would be great, and no delay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, in travelling 'tis safer found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And far more pleasant, when the party's round;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So many robbers through the province range,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Continued they) 'tis wonderfully strange,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The prince should not these villains more restrain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But there:&mdash;bad MEN will somewhere still remain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO their proposal Reynold soon agreed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And they resolved together to proceed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When 'bout a league the travellers had moved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Discussing freely, as they all approved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The conversation turned on spells and prayer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their pow'r o'er worms of earth, or birds of air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To charm the wolf, or guard from thunder's roar,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many wonderful achievements more;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides the cures a prayer would oft produce;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To man and beast it proves of sov'reign use,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Far greater than from doctors e'er you'll view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, with their Latin, make so much ado. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN turn, the three pretended knowledge great,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And mystick facts affected to relate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While Reynold silently attention paid
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To all the words the honest fellows said:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Possess you not, said one, some secret prayer
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To bring you aid, when dangers round you stare?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this our Reynold seriously replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Myself, on secret spells, I do not pride;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still some WORDS I have that I repeat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each morn I travel, that I may not meet
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A horrid lodging where I stop at night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis called SAINT JULIAN'S PRAYER that I recite,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And truly I have found, that when I fail
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To say this prayer, I've reason to bewail.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But rarely I neglect so good a thing,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That ills averts, and may such blessings bring.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And have you clearly said it, sir, to day?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried one of those he met upon his way.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, Reynold answered. Well, replied the Wight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll wage, I'm better lodged than you to-night. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TWAS very cold, and darkness 'gan to peep;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The place was distant yet, where they might sleep.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps, said Reynold, 'tis your usual care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In travelling, to say, like me, this prayer.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not so, the other cried, to you I vow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Invoking saints is not my practice now;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But should I lose, thenceforth I'll them address.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said Reynold, readily I acquiesce;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My life I'd venture, should you to an inn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, in the town, I've neither friend nor kin,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, if you like, we'll this exception make.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other answered: Well, the bet I'll take;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your horse and coat against my purse you wage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, sure of gaining, readily engage.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our Wight might then have thoroughly perceived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His horse was lost&mdash;no chance to be relieved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BESIDE a wood, as on the party moved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The one, who betting had so much approved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now changed his tone, and in a surly way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Exclaimed:&mdash;Alight&mdash;you'll find it time to pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let me apprize you, distant is the place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And much you'll need Saint Julian's special grace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come off, I tell you:&mdash;instantly they took
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His purse, horse, clothes, and all their hands could hook
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en seized his boots, and said with subtle sneer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your feet, by walking, won't the worse appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then sought a diff'rent road by rapid flight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, presently the knaves were out of sight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While Reynold still with stockings, drawers, and shirt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But wet to skin, and covered o'er with dirt:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (The wind north-east in front&mdash;as cold as clay;)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In doleful dumps proceeded on his way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And justly feared, that spite of faith and prayer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He now should meet, at night, with wretched fare. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOWEVER, some pleasing hopes he still had yet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, from his cloak-bag, he some clothes might get;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, we should note, a servant he had brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who in the neighbourhood a farrier sought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To set a shoe upon his horse, and then
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should join his master on the road agen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But that, as we shall find, was not the case,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Reynold's dire misfortune thence we trace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And left his master dangers to endure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So steadily be kept upon the trot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And took the inn which had the most renown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For fare and furniture within the town,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His master, up to neck in dirt and wet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had num'rous difficulties o'er to get;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when the snow, in flakes obscured the air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With piercing cold and winds, he felt despair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such ills he bore, that hanging might be thought
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A bed of roses rather to be sought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CHANCE so arranges ev'ry thing around
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALL good, or ALL that's bad is solely found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When favours flow the numbers are so great,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That ev'ry wish upon us seems to wait;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, if disposed, misfortunes to bestow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No ills forgot: each poignant pang we know.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In proof, attend my friends, this very night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sad adventures that befell our wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, Castle-William did not reach till late,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When they, an hour or more, had shut the gate. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length our traveller approached the wall,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, somehow to the foot contrived to crawl;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A roofed projection fortune led him near,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That joined a house, and 'gan his heart to cheer.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delighted with the change he now had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He placed himself upon the sheltered spot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lucky hit but seldom comes alone;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some straw, by chance, was near the mansion thrown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which Reynold 'neath the jutting penthouse placed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There, God be praised, cried he, a bed I've traced. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MEANWHILE, the storm from ev'ry quarter pressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our traveller was soon to death distressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With cold benumbed; by fell despair o'erspread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He trembled, groaned:&mdash;teeth chattered in his head;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So loud his plaints, at length they reached the ear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of one who dwelled within the mansion near:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A servant girl; her mistress brisk and gay:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A youthful widow, charming as the day;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The governor she privately received:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A noble marquis, who her cares relieved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oft interrupted when he sought the fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wished at ease her company to share;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Desirous too of passing quite unknown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A private door he presently was shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That opened to the fields, and gave access:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through this he visited with such address,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That none within the town his commerce viewed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor e'en a servant's eye his course pursued.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Surprise I feel, since pleasures of the mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Apparently were not for lords designed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More pleased they seem when made the talk around
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soft amours divulged, delights are found. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened that the night our Job arrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, stretched on straw, misfortune just survived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady thought her fond gallant to see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry moment hoped with him to be.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The supper ready, and the room prepared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each rarity was served: no trouble spared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Baths, perfumes, wines, most exquisite, in place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry thing around displaying grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With Cupid's whole artillery in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not his, who would with sighs alone pursue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But that kind god who always favour shows,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The source of happiness, whence pleasure flows. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MEANWHILE, however, while thus the lady sought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By ev'ry charm to please, a note was brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A page conveyed it, by the marquis sent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To say his coming business would prevent.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The disappointment doubtless was severe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But consolation certainly was near;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It proved to Reynold wonderfully kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For scarcely had our traveller resigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And groaned aloud, but, tender as her dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In haste the confidential servant came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to the widow said:&mdash;I hear below
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some poor unfortunate o'ercome with woe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis piercing cold, and he perhaps will die
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some place, pray grant, where he to-night may lie. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MOST readily, replied the courteous fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We never use the garret:&mdash;lodge him there;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some straw upon a couch will make a bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which the wand'rer may repose his head;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shut well the door, but first provide some meat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then permit him thither to retreat. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITHOUT this timely help 'twas clear our wight
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had ne'er survived the horrors of the night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The door was ope'd, and Reynold blessed the hand
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That gave relief, and stopt life's ebbing sand.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His tale he told; got spirits, strength, and ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In person tall, well made, and formed to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He looked not like a novice in amour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though young, and seeking shelter at a door.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His want of dress and miserable state
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Raised shame indeed, and showed distress was great.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though LOVE be seen in Nature's pure array,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No dirt appears, however you survey. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS servant girl now hastened to the fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry circumstance detailed with care.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        See, said the lady, if within the press
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There be not clothes to furnish him a dress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My husband, now no more, must some have left;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, said the girl, you're not of them bereft,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I recollect his wardrobe did abound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And presently a handsome suit she found. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MEANWHILE the lady having learned the name
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of Reynold D'Ast, his quality and fame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Himself it seems particulars detailed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While all around his suff'rings keen bewailed,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her orders gave, the bath for her prepared
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should now receive the man her care had spared.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unasked, the stranger this attention got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And well perfumed ere clothes they would allot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When dressed, he waited on the widow fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And paid his compliments with graceful air. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE supper (for the marquis first designed)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length was served with taste the most refined.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our trav'ller glad, an appetite displayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady carefully her guest surveyed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And anxious seemed to gratify his wish,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By helping what appeared his favourite dish.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Already, perhaps, she felt a Cupid's dart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in her throbbing bosom knew the smart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or sympathy, or pity for his woes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might touch the spring whence softest passion flows.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On ev'ry side assailed the youthful dame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Herself surrendered unto Cupid's flame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should I give way, said she, who'll tell the tale?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No risk is run if secrecy prevail.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The marquis merits to be played the trick;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He no excuse can have, unless he's sick.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One sin against another I may weigh,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And man for man will equally repay. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SO inexperienced Reynold was not found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But that he saw how things were going round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, that Saint Julian's Prayer would yet succeed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give him all the lodging he might need. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE supper o'er, our couple left alone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What fairer field could truly have been shown?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle now wore a smart becoming dress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Designed, in ev'ry view, to prepossess.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas NEGLIGENCE, so requisite to please
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fascinate, with airy, careless ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        According to the taste which I pursue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That made her charms so exquisite to view.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No gaudy tinsel: all was flowing light;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though not superb, yet pleasing to the sight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A neckerchief, where much should be concealed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was made so narrow,&mdash;beauties half revealed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beneath is shade&mdash;what words can ne'er express;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Reynold saw enough the rest to guess.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more I say; the belle indeed was fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Possessed of youth and all engaging air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Tall, nicely formed; each grace, that hearts could win;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not much of fat, nor yet appeared too thin.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Emotion, at the view, who would not feel?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To soft delight what bosom proves of steel?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No marble bust, philosopher, nor stone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But similar sensation would have shown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20083m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20083m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20083.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE silence first was broken by the dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who spoke so freely, Reynold bolder came.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He knew not well, howe'er, discourse to find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To help him out the widow was inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, you much remind me of a friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose ev'ry wish I sought with mine to blend
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My husband (rest his soul!) had just those eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That look, air, mouth:&mdash;the very height and size:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You greatly honour me, the spark replied:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your charms howe'er might well have been his pride;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I ne'er beheld such soft engaging mien:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On earth, like beauty never yet was seen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, in extremes to be, appears my lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just now I felt quite chilled:&mdash;at present hot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray tell me which is best? The fair looked down,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And humbly seemed to wave the proffered crown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That she might still more flattery receive
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Address not small, if we'll our eyes believe.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The swain now praised each charm within his view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And whatsoe'er his wishes could pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where hope was strong, and expectation high,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She would not long be cruel and deny.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give the praise, your due, the lover cried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And note the beauties that my heart divide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould take an age, and I've a single night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which surely might be passed with more delight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The widow smiled; enough it seems was said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Reynold shortened&mdash;what to nothing led.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In war or love, time equally is dear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More happy than our spark none could appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No point but what he gained; the smiling dame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resistance only showed to raise the flame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor more nor less; each belle like art has got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And practises at will, or maid or not. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT truly, it was never my intent
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To count each favour she to Reynold lent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Particulars exact of ev'ry kiss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all the preludes incident to bliss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both, doubtless, knew more ways than one to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sought, with anxious care, love's charms to seize.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On recollection of the wretched state
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which our traveller had moved of late,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some favour was bestowed:&mdash;there, cried the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is something to repay the road you came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This for the cold; that fear; there thieves disgraced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So, one by one, the whole was soon effaced.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this way to be paid for ills we meet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who'd not be satisfied with boons so sweet?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And we conclude, that Reynold on the spot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Love's am'rous recompense of pleasures got.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now easy conversation was renewed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then mutual kisses; ev'ry sweet pursued.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas time for bed; howe'er, the widow fair
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Determined that her own the spark should share;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas prudent, doubtless; like a lady wise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gallantly done: one room would well suffice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20089m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20089m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20089.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        WHAT further passed betwixt the pair that night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I cannot say, though we'll believe 'twas right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Between the clothes when laid, and unrestrained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most clearly, Reynold all his wishes gained.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There he was recompensed for ev'ry grief;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady too, received so much relief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That she desired his company again,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still these visits secrets should remain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas requisite the governor to see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er the dame delighted seemed to be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not content with what she had bestowed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A purse well stored with gold to Reynold showed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He took no more, indeed, than what would pay
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The bare expenses on his homeward way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then sought the street that to the tavern led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where still his lazy servant was in bed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fellow mauled; then changed throughout his dress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since to the cloak-bag now he had access.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His fortune to complete, that day they took
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very wretches that he wished to hook.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He to the judge repaired with ev'ry haste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In such a case you never time should waste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, once the things are into court received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis like the lion's den: naught e'er 's retrieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their hands are closed, not 'gainst what may be brought
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But to secure what from their grasp is sought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who seeks redress by law, facts oft have shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        May bless his stars if he but keep his own. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE trial o'er, a gallows treble-faced,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was, for their swinging, in the market placed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE of the three harangued the mob around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (His speech was for the others also found)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then, 'bout their necks the halters being tied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Repentant and confessed the culprits died. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHO, after this, will doubt the pow'r of prayers?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These silly knaves had banished all their cares;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when at ease they thought to skip and prance,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were seized and quickly taught another dance.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On t'other hand, where dire distress prevailed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And death, in various ways, our spark assailed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A beauty suddenly his senses charmed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who might a prelate's bosom have alarmed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So truly fortunate, indeed, his lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again his money, baggage, horse he got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, thank Saint Julian, howsoever tossed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He passed a blissful night that nothing cost. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <a name="p53b" id="p53b"></a><img alt="p53b.jpg (59K)"
+       src="images/p53b.jpg" style="width:100%;"  height="517" width="674"   /> </p>
+
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Countryman_Who" id="Countryman_Who"></a>THE COUNTRYMAN WHO
+        SOUGHT HIS CALF
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20091m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20091m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20091.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20095m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20095m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20095.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> COUNTRYMAN, one day, his calf had lost,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, seeking it, a neighbouring forest crossed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tallest tree that in the district grew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He climbed to get a more extensive view.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just then a lady with her lover came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The place was pleasing, both to spark and dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their mutual wishes, looks and eyes expressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on the grass the lady was caressed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At sights of charms, enchanting to the eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gay gallant exclaimed, with fond surprise:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ye gods, what striking beauties now I see!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No objects named; but spoke with anxious glee.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The clod, who, on the tree had mounted high,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And heard at ease the conversation nigh,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now cried:&mdash;Good man! who see with such delight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray tell me if my calf be in your sight? <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Hans_Carvel" id="Hans_Carvel"></a>HANS CARVEL'S RING
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20097m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20097m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20097.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>ANS CARVEL took, when weak and late in life;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A girl, with youth and beauteous charms to wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with her, num'rous troubles, cares and fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, scarcely one without the rest appears.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bab (such her name, and daughter of a knight)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was airy, buxom: formed for am'rous fight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hans, holding jeers and cuckoldom in dread,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would have his precious rib with caution tread,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nothing but the Bible e'er peruse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All other books he daily would abuse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Blamed secret visits; frowned at loose attire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And censured ev'ry thing gallants admire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dame, howe'er, was deaf to all he said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No preaching pleased but what to pleasure led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which made the aged husband hold his tongue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wish for death, since all round went wrong.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some easy moments he perhaps might get;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A full detail in hist'ry's page is met.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One night, when company he'd had to dine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And pretty well was fill'd with gen'rous wine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hans dreamed, as near his wife he snoring lay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The devil came his compliments to pay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And having on his finger put a ring,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, friend Hans, I know thou feel'st a sting;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thy trouble 's great: I pity much thy case;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let but this ring, howe'er, thy finger grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while 'tis there I'll answer with my head,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THAT ne'er shall happen which is now thy dread:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hans, quite delighted, forced his finger through;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You drunken beast, cried Bab, what would you do?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To love's devoirs quite lost, you take no care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And now have thrust your finger God knows where! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Hermit" id="Hermit"></a>THE HERMIT
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20101m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20101m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20101.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oft pranks are played that show a deep design;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Men are but men, and friars full as weak:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm not by Envy moved these truths to speak.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have you a sister, daughter, pretty wife?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beware the monks as you would guard your life;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If in their snares a simple belle be caught:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The trap succeeds: to ruin she is brought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To show that monks are knaves in Virtue's mask;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray read my tale:&mdash;no other proof I ask. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A HERMIT, full of youth, was thought around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A saint, and worthy of the legend found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The holy man a knotted cincture wore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, 'neath his garb:&mdash;heart-rotten to the core.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A chaplet from his twisted girdle hung,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of size extreme, and regularly strung,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On t'other side was worn a little bell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hypocrite in ALL, he acted well;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if a female near his cell appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd keep within as if the sex he feared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With downcast eyes and looks of woe complete,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'd ne'er suppose that butter he could eat. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOT far from where the hermit's cell was placed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within a village dwelled a widow chaste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her residence was at the further end
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all her store&mdash;a daughter as a friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who candour, youth, and charms supreme possessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And still a virgin lived, howe'er distressed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though if the real truth perhaps we name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas more simplicity than virtuous aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not much of industry, but honest heart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No wealth, nor lovers, who might hope impart.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Adam's days, when all with clothes were born,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She doubtless might like finery have worn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A house was furnished then without expense;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For sheets or mattresses you'd no pretence;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not e'en a bed was necessary thought
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No blankets, pillowbiers, nor quilts were bought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those times are o'er; then Hymen came alone;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now a lawyer in his train is shown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR anchorite, in begging through the place;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This girl beheld,&mdash;but not with eyes of grace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, she'll do, and, if thou manag'st right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lucius, at times, with her to pass the night.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No time he lost, his wishes to secure:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The means, we may suppose, not over pure. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        QUITE near the open fields they lived, I've said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An humble, boarded cottage o'er their head.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One charming night&mdash;no, I mistake 'tis plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our hermit, favoured much by wind and rain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pierced in the boarding, where by time 'twas worn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hole through which he introduced a horn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And loudly bawled:&mdash;attend to what I say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ye women, my commands at once obey.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This voice spread terror through the little cot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both hid their heads and trembled for their lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still our monk his horn would sound aloud
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Awake! cried he; your favour God has vowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My faithful servant, Lucius, haste to seek;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At early dawn go find this hermit meek
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To no one say a word: 'tis Heav'n ordains;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fear nothing, Lucius ever blessed remains;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll show the way myself: your daughter place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good widow, with this holy man of grace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from their intercourse a pope shall spring,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who back to virtue christendom will bring. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HE spoke to them so very loud and clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They heard, though 'neath the clothes half dead with fear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some time howe'er the females lay in dread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the daughter ventured out her head,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, pulling hastily her parent's arm,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, dear mother, (not suspecting harm)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good Heav'ns! must I obey and thither go?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What would the holy man on me bestow?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I know not what to say nor how to act;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now cousin Anne would with him be exact,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And better recollect his sage advice:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fool! said the mother, never be so nice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go, nothing fear, and do whate'er's desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much understanding will not be required;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The first or second time thou'lt get thy cue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And cousin Anne will less know what to do.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed? the girl replied; well, let's away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And we'll return to bed without delay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But softly, cried the mother with a smile;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not quite so fast, for Satan may beguile;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if 'twere so, hast taken proper care?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I think he spoke like one who would ensnare.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be precipitate, in such a case,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps might lead at once to dire disgrace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If thou wert terrified and did'st not hear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Myself I'm sure was quite o'ercome with fear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, no, rejoined the daughter, I am right:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I clearly heard, dear mother, spite of fright.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well then, replied the widow, let us pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That we by Satan be not led astray. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20107m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20107m " /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20107.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        AT length they both arose when morning came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And through the day the converse was the same.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At night howe'er the horn was heard once more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And terrified the females as before.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou unbelieving woman, cried the voice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For certain purposes of God the choice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more delay, but to the hermit fly,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or 'tis decreed that thou shalt quickly die.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now, mother, said the girl, I told you well;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, let us hasten to the hermit's cell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much I dread your death, I'll nothing shun;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if 'tis requisite, I'll even run.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away then, cried the mother, let us go;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some pains to dress, the daughter would bestow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without reflecting what might be her fare:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To PLEASE is ev'ry blooming lass's care. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR monk was on the watch you may suppose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hole he made that would a glimpse disclose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By which, when near his cell the females drew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They might, with whip in hand the hermit view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, like a culprit punished for his crimes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Received the lash, and that so many times,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It sounded like the discipline of schools,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And made more noise than flogging fifty fools. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN first our pilgrims knocked, he would not hear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, for the moment, whipping would appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The holy lash severely he applied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which, through the hole, with pain our females spied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the door he ope'd, but from his eyes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No satisfaction beamed: he showed surprise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With trembling knees and blushes o'er the face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The widow now explained the mystick case.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Six steps behind, the beauteous daughter stood,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And waited the decree she thought so good.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hypocrite howe'er the hermit played,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sent these humble pilgrims back dismayed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, the evil spirit much I dread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No female to my cell should e'er be led;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Excuse me then: such acts would sorrow bring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From me the HOLY FATHER ne'er spring.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What ne'er from you? the widow straight replied:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And why should not the blessing, pray, be tried?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No other answer howsoe'er she got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So back they trudged once more to gain their cot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ah! mother, said the girl, 'tis my belief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our many heavy sins have caused thus grief. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN night arrived and they in sleep were lost,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again the hermit's horn the woodwork crossed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Return, return, cried he with horrid tone;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To-morrow you'll have due attention shown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've changed the hermit's cold fastidious mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when you come, he'll act as I've designed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE couple left their bed at break of day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to the cell repaired without delay
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our tale to shorten, Lucius kind appeared
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To rigid rules no longer he adhered.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mother with him let her girl remain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hastened to her humble roof again.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle complying looked:&mdash;he took her arm,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon familiar grew with ev'ry charm. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O HYPOCRITES! how oft your wily art
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deceives the world and causes poignant smart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT matins they so very often met,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some awkward indications caused regret.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fair at length her apron-string perceived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Grew daily shorter, which her bosom grieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nothing to the hermit she'd unfold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor e'en those feelings to her mother told;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She dreaded lest she should be sent away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And be deprived at once of Cupid's play.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll tell me whence so much discernment came?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From this same play:&mdash;the tree of art by name.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For sev'n long months the nymph her visits paid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her inexperience doubtless wanted aid. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT when the mother saw her daughter's case,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She made her thank the monk, and leave the place.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hermit blessed the Lord for what was done;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pleasant course his humble slave had run.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He told the mother and her daughter fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The child, by God's permission, gifts would share.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, be careful, said the wily wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That with your infant ev'ry thing goes right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To you, from thence, great happiness will spring:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll reign the parent of what's more than king;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your relatives to noble rank will rise:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some will be princes; others lords comprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your nephews cardinals; your cousins too
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will dukes become, if they the truth pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And places, castles, palaces, there'll be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For you and them of every high degree;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll nothing want: eternal is the source,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like waters flowing in the river's course.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This long prediction o'er: with features grave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His benediction to them both he gave. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN home returned, the girl, each day and night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Amused her mind with prospects of delight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By fancy's aid she saw the future pope,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all prepared to greet her fondest hope;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what arrived the whole at once o'erthrew
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hats, dukedoms, castles, vanished from the view:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The promised elevation of the NAME
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dissolved to air:-a little female came! <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Convent_Gardener" id="Convent_Gardener"></a>THE CONVENT
+        GARDENER OF LAMPORECHIO
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20114m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20114m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20114.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rampart most secure is not the VEIL;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A husband better will the FAIR protect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than walls or lattices, I much suspect.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those parents, who in nunneries have got
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their daughters (whether willingly or not),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most clearly in a glaring error prove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To fancy God will round their actions move;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis an abuse of what we hold divine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Devil with them surely must combine.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, 'twere folly to suppose that vice
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ne'er entered convent walls, and nuns were ice.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A very diff'rent sentiment I hold:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Girls, who in publick move, however bold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have greater terrors lest they get a stain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, honour lost, they never fame regain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few enemies their modesty attack;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The others have but one their minds to rack.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TEMPTATION, daughter of the drowsy dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That hates to move, and IDLENESS we name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is ever practising each wily art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To spread her snares around the throbbing heart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fond DESIRE, the child of lorn CONSTRAINT,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is anxious to the soul soft scenes to paint.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If I've a worthy daughter made a nun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is that a reason she's a saint?&mdash;Mere fun!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Avaunt such folly!&mdash;three in four you'll find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of those who wear the veil&mdash;have changed their mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their fingers bite, and often do much worse:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those convent vows, full soon, become a curse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such things at least have sometimes reached my ear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (For doubtless I must speak from others here);
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of his Boccace a merry tale has told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which into rhyme I've put, as you'll behold. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITHIN a nunnery, in days of yore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A good old man supplied the garden-store;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nuns, in general, were smart and gay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And kept their tongues in motion through the day.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Religious duties they regarded less,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than for the palour* to be nice in dress
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Arranging ev'ry article to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That each might captivate and charm at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The changes constantly they rang around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And made the convent-walls with din resound.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Eight sisters and an abbess held the place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And strange to say&mdash;there DISCORD you might trace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All nine had youth, and many beauty too:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young friars round the place were oft in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who reckoned ev'ry step they took so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That always in the proper road they fell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Th' aged gard'ner, of whom ere now we spoke,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was oft bewildered, they would so provoke;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Capricious, whimsical, from day to day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each would command and try to have her way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as they ne'er agreed among themselves,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He suffered more than if with fifty elves;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When one was pleased, another soon complained:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length to quit the nuns he was constrained.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He left them, poor and wretched as he came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No cross, pile, money:&mdash;e'en his coat the same. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A YOUTH of Lamporechio, gay and bold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One day this gard'ner met as I am told;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And after conversation 'bout the place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said, he should like nun's service to embrace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that he wished sincerely to be hired:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd gratis do whatever was required.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas clear indeed his object was not pelf;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He thought however he might reward himself;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as the sisters were not over wise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A nun he now and then might make his prize;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Proceed from one to more with like address,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till with the whole he'd had complete success.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said Nuto (such we find the gard'ner's name),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Believe me, friend, you will be much to blame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some other service seek, I recommend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These convent-dames will ne'er their whimseys end.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd rather live without or soup or bread,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than work for them, however nicely fed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        STRANGE creatures are these nuns, upon my word;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their ways ridiculous and e'en absurd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, with the sisterhood, has never been,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has clearly yet, not perfect torment seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such service, prithee, never try to gain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To do what they require I know is vain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One will have soft, and t'other asks for hard:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou'lt be a fool such ninnies to regard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No work thou'lt do, whatever be the want:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS cabbages,&mdash;THAT carrots tells thee plant:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said t'other, fain I'd bring it to the test;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm but a simpleton, it is confessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet still a month in place, and thou wilt see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How well I with the convent-dames agree.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The reason is, my life is in its prime,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While thou art sunk in years and worn by time,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm proper for their work, and only ask,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be admitted to the drudging task.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well, said the former, if resolved to try,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To their factotum instantly apply;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come; let's away. Lead on, the other cried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've got a thought, which I'll to you confide:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll seem an idiot, and quite dumb appear.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In that, said Nuto, only persevere,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then perhaps the confessor thou'lt find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With their factotum carelessly inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No fears nor dark suspicions of a mute:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou'lt ev'ry way, my friend, their wishes suit. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE place, as was expected, soon he got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And half the grounds to trench, at once his lot:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He acted well the nincompoop and fool,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet still was steady to the garden tool;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nuns continually would flock around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And much amusement in his anticks found. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE day, as sleeping lay our sprightly wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or feigning sleep, no matter which is right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Boccace pretends the latter was the fact)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two nuns (perhaps not two the most exact,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Observing him extended on the sward,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While summer's heat from air so much debarred;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That few would venture from the convent-roof,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lest, 'gainst the sun, their cheeks should not be proof:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said one, approaching him, let's take this fool,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And place him in the garden-house to cool.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lad was handsome, with engaging mien:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nun admired the features she had seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Cupid raised a wish to be at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where she, without restraint, herself might please.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What would you, cried the other, with him do?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll see, rejoined the first, if we pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just what might be expected from the place;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Christ! said the second (with a cross of grace),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You would not surely do what is forbid?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Suppose increase? it never could be hid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, should we be seen, 'twill be the cause,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of dire disgrace to break such sacred laws. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WE shall not be observed, the first replied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These ills thy fancy forms: haste, let's decide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seize the moment while 'tis in our reach,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without regard to what old dotards teach,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or what may happen at a future hour;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here's no one near: 'tis fully in our pow'r;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The time and place so thoroughly agree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twill be impossible our freaks to see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But 'twill be right that one should watch with care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While t'other with the lad seeks joys to share,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And irksome gloom endeavours to dispel:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He's dumb, you know, and tales can never tell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other answered, since 'tis your desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll acquiesce and do what you require;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll take him first: I see it is your aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And since it will oblige, I'll wave my claim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go, pleasure seek, and satisfy each wish:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You're always anxious for a fav'rite dish;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis only to oblige that I comply.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, said the other, clearly I descry;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm well persuaded, thou art always kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still I think thou would'st not be inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In such a scene to take the leading part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thy bashfulness would counteract thy heart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some time the squeamish sister watched the spot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the other, who'd her wishes got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The station took; the lab'rer tried to please
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The second as the first, but less at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So many favours fell not to her share,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And only treble comfort proved her fare. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE garden-path, and summer-house as well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were well remembered by each wanton belle;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No need of guides; and soon our spark contrived;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With sister Agnes also to be hived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A press-house at the convent end he chose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        in which he showed her how soft pleasure flows;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor Claudia nor Angelica would miss
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dormitory that, and cellar this;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short the garret and the vaulted cave
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Knew fully how the sisters could behave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not one but what he first or last regaled
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en with the rigid abbess he prevailed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take a dance, and as the dame required
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her treble share of what was most admired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other nuns were oft obliged to fast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While with the convent-head his time was passed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To no restoratives our Wight would run;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though these do little, where much work is done:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So oft the lad was pressed for cheering play,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That with the abbess, when engaged one day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He said, where'er I go, 'tis common talk,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With only sev'n an able bird should walk,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet constantly I've got no less than nine:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The abbess cried,&mdash;A miracle divine!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here nuns, pray haste, and quickly come around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We've fasted with success:&mdash;his tongue is found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The eight encircled him with great surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No longer dumb.&mdash;they viewed with eager eyes:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A consultation instantly was had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When 'twas agreed to honour well the lad,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And try to make him secrecy observe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But if dismissed, from silence he might swerve.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The active youth, well fed, well paid, thus blessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Did all he could,&mdash;and others did the rest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He for the nuns procured a little lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That afterward two little friars got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in the sequel fathers soon became;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sisters mothers too, in spite of shame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But never name more justly was applied:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In vain their mysteries they strove to hide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        * The parlour in a convent is the room where the nuns are
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        permitted to speak to their friends through a lattice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Mandrake" id="Mandrake"></a>THE MANDRAKE
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20124m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20124m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20124.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">F</span>LORENTINE we now design to show;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It seems a prudent woman he had wed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With beauty that might grace a monarch's bed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young, brisk, good-humoured, with engaging mien;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        None in the town, or round, the like was seen:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her praises every voice inclined to sing,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And judged her worthy of a mighty king;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At least a better husband she deserved:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An arrant fool he looked, and quite unnerved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This Nicia Calfucci (for such his name)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was fully bent to have a father's fame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thought his country honour he could do,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could he contrive his lineage to pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No holy saint in Paradise was blessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what this husband fervently addressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From day to day, so oft he teazed for grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They scarcely knew his off'rings where to place.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No matron, quack, nor conjurer around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what he tried their qualities profound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet all in vain: in spite of charm or book,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No father he, whatever pains he took. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO Florence then returned a youth from France;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where he had studied,&mdash;more than complaisance:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well trained as any from that polished court;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Fortune's favours anxious to resort;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gallant and seeking ev'ry FAIR to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each house, road, alley, soon he knew at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husbands, good or bad, their whims and years,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With ev'ry thing that moved their hopes or fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What sort of fuel best their females charmed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What spies were kept by those who felt alarmed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The if's, for's, to's, and ev'ry artful wile,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That might in love a confidant beguile,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or nurse, or father-confessor, or dog;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When passion prompts, few obstacles can clog. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE snares were spread, each stratagem was laid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And every thing arranged to furnish aid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When our gay spark determined to invest
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Old Nicia with the cuckold's branching crest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The plan no doubt was well conceived and bold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady to her friends appeared not cold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within her husband's house she seemed polite;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But ne'er familiarly was seen invite,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No further could a lover dare proceed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not one had hope the belle his flame would heed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR youth, Calimachus, no sooner came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But he howe'er appeared to please the dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His camp he pitched and entered on the siege
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of fair Lucretia, faithful to her liege,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who presently the haughty tigress played,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sent him, like the rest, away dismayed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HE, scarcely knew what saint he could invoke;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Nicia's folly served him for a cloak;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        However strange, no stratagem nor snare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what the fool would willingly prepare
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With all his heart, and nothing fancy wrong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That might to others possibly belong.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover and himself, as learned men,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had conversations ev'ry now and then;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For Nicia was a doctor in the law:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Degree, to him, not worth a single straw;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Far better had he common prudence traced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not his confidence so badly placed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE day he to Calimachus complained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of want of heirs, and wished they could be gained:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where lay the fault? He was a gay gallant;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lucretia young with features to enchant.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When I at Paris was, replied our wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There passed a clever man, a curious sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His company with anxious care I sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And was at length a hundred secrets taught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Mong others how, at will, to get an heir:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A certain thing, he often would declare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The great Mogul had tried it on his queen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        just two years since, the heir might then be seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many other princesses of fame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had added by it to their husband's name.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas very true; I've seen it fully proved:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The remedy all obstacles removed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis from the root of certain tree expressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A juice most potent ev'ry where confessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Mandrake called, which taken by a wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More pow'r evinces o'er organick life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than from conventual grace was e'er derived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though in the cloister youthful friars hived. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TEN months from hence I'll you a father make;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No longer time than that I ask to take;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This period o'er, the child to church we'll bring,&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If true, said Nicia, what a glorious thing!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll do me services I can't express.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Don't doubt it, cried the spark of smart address:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Must I the fact so oft to you repeat?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've seen it with my eyes; 'tis most complete;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You mean to jest, assuredly my friend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would you by doubts the great Mogul offend?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So handsomely this traveller he paid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No sign of discontent he e'er betrayed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TIS excellent, the Florentine replied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lucretia must be pleased to have it tried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What satisfaction! in her arms to view
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An infant that my lineage will renew.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now, worthy friend, you god-father shall stand;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This very day pray take the thing in hand. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOT quite so fast, rejoined our smart gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        First know the plan, before consent you grant;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There is an ill attends the whole affair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what below, alas! is free from care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This juice, possessing virtues so divine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has also pow'rs that prove the most malign:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whoe'er receives the patient's first embrace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too fatally the dire effects will trace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Death oft succeeds the momentary joy;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We scarcely good can find without alloy. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YOUR servant; sir, said Nicia with surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more of this: the name will me suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lucretia we will let remain at ease:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What you propose can never truly please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If I must die by getting of a son,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis better far the benefit to shun;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go find some other for your wondrous art;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In fact I'm not inclined with life to part. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just now the fond desire to have a boy
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At present quite the contrary appears
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Kind Nature all can cure, excepting death.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What's necessary pray, that things succeed?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some youthful clod for once should take the lead,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And clear the way of ev'ry venom round
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then you with safety may commence to sound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No time you'll lose, but instantly begin
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And you'll most certainly your object win.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This step is necessary to the end;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some lad of little worth I recommend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not ill made, nor savagely robust,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give your lady terror nor disgust.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We know that, used to Nicia's soft caress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lucretia would disrelish rude address;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed 'tis possible in such event,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her tender heart would never give consent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This led me to propose a man that's young;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, the more he proves for action strong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The less of venom will behind remain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I'll engage that ev'ry drop he'll drain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT first the husband disapproved the plan,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The infamy, and danger which they ran
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps the magistrate might have him sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And he, of murder, guilty might be thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sudden death would mightily perplex;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fellow's creature's loss would sorely vex;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lucretia, who'd withstood each tempter's charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was now to be disgraced in rustick arms! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CALIMACHUS, with eagerness replied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I would a man of consequence provide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or one, at all events, whose anxious aim
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would be, aloud the myst'ry, to proclaim!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But fear and folly would contain the clown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or money at the worst would stop renown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your better half apparently resigned;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The clod without intention of the kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short whate'er arrived, 'tis clear your case
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could not with Cuckoldom be well in place.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides 'tis no way certain but our blade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By strength of nerves the poison may evade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that's a double reason for the choice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since with more certainty we shall rejoice:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The venom may evaporate in fume,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Mandrake pleasing pow'rs at once assume;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For when I spoke of death, I did not mean,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That nothing from it would the person screen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To-morrow we the rustick lad must name;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To-night the potion given your charming dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've some already with me, all prepared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let nothing of your project be declared:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You should not seem to know what we've designed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ligurio you'll permit this clod to find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You can most thoroughly in him confide:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Discretion, secrecy, with him reside.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One thing, however, nearly I'd forgot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A bandage for the eyes we should allot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when well bound he nothing e'er can trace
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of whom, or what, the lady, or the place. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE whole arrangement Nicia much approved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now 'twas time the lady should be moved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At first she thought it jest, then angry grew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And vowed the plan she never would pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her life she'd rather forfeit than her name:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Once known, for ever lost would be her fame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides the heinous sin and vile offence,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        God knew she rather would with all dispense;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mere complaisance had led her to comply;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would she admit a wretch with blearing eye,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To incommode, and banish tranquil ease?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who could conceive her formed a clod to please?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can I, said she, the paths of honour quit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in my bed a loathsome brute permit?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or e'er regard the plan but with disdain?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, by saint John, I ever will maintain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor beau, nor clown, nor king, nor lord, nor 'squire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Save Nicia, with me freely shall retire. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE fair Lucretia seemed so firmly bent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To father Timothy at length they went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who preached the lady such a fine discourse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She ceded more through penitence than force. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MOREOVER she was promised that the lad
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should be nor clownish, nor in person bad;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor such as any way might give disgust,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But one to whom she perfectly might trust. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE wondrous draught was taken by the fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Next day our Wight prepared his wily snare:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Himself bepowdered like a miller's man,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With beard and whiskers to complete his plan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A better metamorphose ne'er was seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ligurio, who had in the secret been,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So thoroughly disguised the lover thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At midnight him to Nicia freely brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With bandage o'er the eyes and hair disdained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not once the husband of deceit complained. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BESIDE the dame in silence slid our spark;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In silence she attended in the dark,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perfumed and nicely ev'ry way bedecked;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For what? you ask, or whom did she expect;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were all these pains a miller to receive?&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much they cannot take, the sex believe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And whether kings or millers be their aim,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wish to please is ever found the same.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis double honour in a woman thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When by her charms a torpid heart is caught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She, who in icy bosoms flame can raise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deserving doubtless is of treble praise. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE spark disguised, his place no sooner took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But awkwardness he presently forsook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more the miller, but the smart gallant:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady found him kind and complaisant;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such moments we'll suppose were well employed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though trembling fears not perfectly destroyed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHE, to herself, remarked, 'tis very strange,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This lad's demeanour should so quickly change;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He's quite another character, 'tis clear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What pity that his end should be so near;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alas! he merits not so hard a fate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I feel regret the lot should him await;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while soft pleasure seems his heart's delight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His soul is doomed from hence to take its flight. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband who so fully gave consent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was led his partner's suff'rings to lament
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spirit of a queen in truth she showed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When cuckoldom was on her spouse bestowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In decoration, forced to acquiesce,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She would not condescend to join caress. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LUCRETIA howsoe'er the lad approved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His winning manners much her favour moved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN he the subtle venom had subdued,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He took her hand, and having fondly sued,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, your pardon lady now I ask;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be not displeased when I remove the mask;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your rage restrain; a trick on you's been played;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Calimachus am I; be not dismayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Approve my sacrifice; the secret's known;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your rigour would be useless now if shown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should I be doomed howe'er to breathe my last,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I die content, rememb'ring what has passed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You have the means my life at will to take;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More havock with me soft delight could make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than any poison that the draught possessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mere folly, imposition, all the rest. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TILL then Lucretia had resistance made;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To seem submissive she was still afraid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover was not hated by the belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But bashfulness she could not well dispel,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which, joined to simple manners mixed with fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ungrateful made her, spite of self, appear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN silence wrapt, and scarcely drawing breath,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By passion moved, and yet ashamed to death,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not knowing how to act, so great her grief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From tears, her throbbing bosom sought relief.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Look, could she e'er her lover in the face?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will he not think me covered with disgrace?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, within herself;&mdash;what else believe?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My wits were lost to let him thus deceive.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'ercome by sorrow, then she turned her head,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tried to hide herself within the bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At furthest end, but vain alas her aim,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover thither in a moment came:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her only ground, remaining unsubdued,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Surrendered when the vanquisher pursued,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who every thing submitted to his will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tears no more her eyes were found to fill;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shame took to flight, and scruples spread the wing;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How happy those whom duping GAIN can bring! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TOO soon Aurora for our spark appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too soon for her so thoroughly revered;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, the poison, that can life devour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Requires repeated acts to crush its pow'r.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The foll'wing days our youthful am'rous pair
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Found opportunities for pleasing fare.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband scarcely could himself contain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So anxiously he wished his aim to gain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lover from the belle at length arose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hastened to his house to seek repose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But scarcely had he placed himself in bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When our good husband's footsteps thither led;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He, to the spark, related with delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How mandrake-juice succeeded in the night.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, at first beside the bed I crept,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And listened if the miller near her kept,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or whether he to converse was inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry way to act as was designed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I then my wife was anxious to address,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And whispered that she should the youth caress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor dread too much the spoiling of her charms:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed 'twas all embarrassing alarms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Don't think, said I, that either can deceive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I ev'ry thing shall hear, you may believe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Know, Nicia is a man, who well may say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He's trusted without measure ev'ry day. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PRAY recollect my very life 's at stake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And do not many difficulties make.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Convince thereby how much your spouse you love;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twill pleasure doubtless give the pow'rs above.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But should the blockhead any how prove shy
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Send instantly to me; I shall be nigh;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm going now to rest; by no means fail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll soon contrive and ev'ry way prevail.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But there was no necessity for this;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis pretty clear that nothing went amiss.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In fact the rustick liked the business well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seemed unwilling to resign the belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I pity him, and much lament his lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But&mdash;he must die and soon will be forgot:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fig for those who used to crack their jest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In nine months' time a child will be the test. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Rhemese" id="Rhemese"></a>THE RHEMESE
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20138m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20138m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20138.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">N</span>O city I to Rheims would e'er prefer:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of France the pride and honour I aver;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Holy Ampoule * and delicious wine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which ev'ry one regards as most divine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll set apart, and other objects take:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The beauties round a paradise might make!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I mean not tow'rs nor churches, gates, nor streets;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But charming belles with soft enchanting sweets:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such oft among the fair Rhemese we view:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Kings might be proud those graces to pursue. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE 'mong these belles had to the altar led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A painter, much esteemed, and who had bread.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What more was requisite!&mdash;he lived at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And by his occupation sought to please.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A happy woman all believed his wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband's talents pleased her to the life:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For gallantry howe'er he was renowned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many am'rous dames, who dwelled around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would seek the artist with a double aim:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So all our chronicles record his fame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since much penetration 's not my boast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I just believe&mdash;what's requisite at most. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHENE'ER the painter had in hand a fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd jest his wife, and laugh with easy air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Hymen's rights proceeding as they ought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With jealous fears her breast was never fraught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She might indeed repay his tricks in kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gratify, in soft amours, her mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Except that she less confidence had shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And was not led to him the truth to own. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AMONG the men attracted by her smiles,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two neighbours, much delighted with her wiles;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were often tempted, by her sprightly wit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To listen to her chat, and with her sit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For she had far the most engaging mien,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of any charmer that around was seen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Superior understanding she possessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though fond of laughter, frolick, fun, and jest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She to her husband presently disclosed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The love these cit-gallants to her proposed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both known for arrant blockheads through the town,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ever boasting of their own renown.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To him she gave their various speeches, tones,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each silly air: their tears, and sighs, and groans;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They'd read, or rather heard, we may believe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, when in love, with sighs fond bosoms heave.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their utmost to succeed these coxcombs tried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seemed convinced they should not be denied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A common cause they would the business hold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what one knew the other must be told.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whichever first a favour might obtain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should tell his happiness to t'other swain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YE FAIR 'tis thus they oft your kindness treat:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pleasure that he wished alone is sweet.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LOVE, is no more; of t'other, laid in earth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We've here no traces scarcely from the birth.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You serve for sport and prey, to giddy youth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Devoid of talents, principles, and truth.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis right they should suppose, still two are found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who take their course continually round.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The first that in your pleasure grounds appears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd have you, on his wings, to use the shears. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR lady then, her lovers to deceive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One day observed&mdash;you shall, my friends, this eve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Drink wine with me:&mdash;my husband will away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, what's delightful, till to-morrow stay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We shall ourselves be able to amuse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And laugh, and sing, and talk as we may choose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And at the promised hour, the heroes came. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN introduced, and all supposing clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sudden knocking turned their joy to fear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The door was barred; she to the window flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I think, said she, that's to the master due;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And should it prove to be as I suspect:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis he, I vow:&mdash;fly, hide, he'll you detect;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some accident, suspicion, or design,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has brought him back to sleep, I now divine: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR two gallants, when dangers round them pressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A closet entered, mightily distressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To get away 'twere folly to have tried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband came, the roast he quickly spied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With pigeons too, in diff'rent fashions cooked;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, hey! said he, as round about he looked:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What guests have you that supper you prepare?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wife replied: two neighbours taste our fare:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sweet Alice, and good Simonetta, mean
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To-night, at table with us to be seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm quite rejoiced to think that you are here:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The company will more complete appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These dames will, by your presence, nothing lose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll run and hasten them: 'twill you amuse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole is ready; I'll at once away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And beg, in coming, they'll no more delay. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20144m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20144m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20144.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE ladies named were wives of our gallants,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So fond of contraband, and smuggled grants,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, vexed to be confined, still praised the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For skewing such address to 'scape from blame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She soon returned, and with her brought the FAIR,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, gaily singing, entered free from care.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The painter them received with bow and kiss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To praise their beauty he was not remiss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their dress was charming; all he much admired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their presence frolick, fun, and jest inspired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which no way pleased the husbands in the cage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who saw the freaks with marks of bursting rage:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The door half open gave a view complete,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How freely he their wives was led to treat. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THINGS thus commenced, the supper next was served;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From playful tricks the painter never swerved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But placed himself at table 'twist the two,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And jest and frolicking would still pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To women, wine, and fun, said he, I drink;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Put round the toast; none from it e'er must shrink;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The order was obeyed; the glass oft filled
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The party soon had all the liquor swilled: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE wife just then, it seems, no servant kept;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More wine to get, she to the cellar stept.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But dreading ghosts, she Simonetta prayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To light her down, she was so much afraid. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE painter was alone with Alice left,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A country belle, of beauty not bereft:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Slight, nicely made, with rather pretty face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She thought herself possessed of ev'ry grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, in a country town, she well might get
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The appellation of a gay coquette. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE wily spark, perceiving no one near;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon ran from compliment to sweet and dear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her lips assailed;&mdash;the tucker drew aside,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And stole a kiss that hurt her husband's pride,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who all beheld; but spouses, that are sage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No trifles heed, nor peccadillos page;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though, doubtless, when such meetings are possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The simple kiss gives room to dread the rest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For when the devil whispers in the ear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of one that sleeps, he wakes at once to fear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband, howsoe'er, at length perceived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still more concessions, which his bosom grieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While on the neck a hand appeared to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other wandered equally at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be not offended, love! was often said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To frantick rage the sight her sposo led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, beating in his hat, was on the move
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To sally forth, his wrath to let them prove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To thrash his wife, and force her spark to feel
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        his nervous arm could quickly make him reel. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BE not so silly, whispered t'other Wight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To stir up noise could ne'er be reckoned right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be quiet now: consider where we are;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Keep close, or else you'll all our pleasures mar;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Remember, written 'tis, By others do
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The same as you would like they should by you;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis proper in this place we should remain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till all is hushed in sleep: then freedom gain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That's my opinion how we ought to act
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are you not half a cuckold now, in fact?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fair Alice has consented:-that's enough;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rest is mere compliance, nonsense, stuff! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband seemed the reasons to approve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some slight attempts the lady made to move;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No time for more. What then? you ask:&mdash;Why, then&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady put her cap to rights agen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No mark appeared suspicion to awake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Except her cheek a scarlet hue might take.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mere trifle that; from talking it might spring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And other causes, doubtless, we could bring. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE of the belles, howe'er, who went for wine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Smiled, on returning, at the blushing sign:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The painter's wife; but soon they filled each glass,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And briskly round the bottle seemed to pass;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They drank the host, the hostess, and the FAIR,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, 'mong the three, should first her wishes share. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, a second time the bottle failed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hostess' fear of ghosts again prevailed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And mistress Alice now for escort went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though much she wished the other to have sent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With Simonetta she was forced to change,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And leave the painter at his ease to range. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS dame at first appeared to be severe
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would leave the room, and feigned to be sincere;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when the painter seized her by the gown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She prudence showed, and feared he'd pull her down;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her clothes might tear, which led her to remain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this the husband scarcely could contain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He seemed resolved his hiding place to leave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But instantly the other pulled his sleeve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be easy friend, said he, it is but right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That equal favours we should have to-night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And cuckoldom should take you to his care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That we alike in ev'ry thing may fare. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ARE we not brothers in adventure, pray?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And such our solemn promises, to-day.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since one the painter clearly has disgraced,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other equally should be embraced.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In spite of ev'ry thing you now advance,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your wife as well as mine shall have a dance;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hand I'll lend, if wanting it be found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Say what you will, I'll see she has her round.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She had it then:&mdash;our painter tried to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady equally appeared at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Full time the others gave, and when they came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More wine was not required by spark nor dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas late, and for the day enough he'd done;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good night was said: their course the belles had run;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The painter, satisfied, retired to rest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gay gallants, who lay so long distressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wily hostess from the closet drew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Abashed, disconsolate, and cuckolds too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still worse to think, with all their care and pain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That neither of them could his wish obtain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or e'en return the dame what she procured
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their wives, whom she so cleverly allured. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HERE ends our tale; the business is complete;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In soft amours success alone is sweet. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        * The Saint Ampoule, or Holy Ampulla, a vial said to have
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        descended from heaven, in which was oil for anointing the
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        kings of France at the coronation, and formerly kept at Rheims. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <a name="p103b" id="p103b"></a><img alt="p103b.jpg (47K)"
+       src="images/p103b.jpg" style="width:100%;"  height="516" width="678"   /> </p>
+
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Amorous_Courtesan" id="Amorous_Courtesan"></a>THE AMOROUS
+        COURTESAN
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">D</span>AN CUPID, though the god of soft amour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry age works miracles a store;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can Catos change to male coquets at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fools make oracles whene'er he please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Turn wolves to sheep, and ev'ry thing so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That naught remains the former shape to tell:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Remember, Hercules, with wond'rous pow'r,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Polyphemus, who would men devour:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The one upon a rock himself would fling,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to the winds his am'rous ditties sing;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To cut his beard a nymph could him inspire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, in the water, he'd his face admire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His club the other to a spindle changed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To please the belle with whom he often ranged. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred instances the fact attest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But sage Boccace has one, it is confessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which seems to me, howe'er we search around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be a sample, rarely to be found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis Chimon that I mean, a savage youth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well formed in person, but the rest uncouth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A-bear in mind, but Cupid much can do,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LOVE licked the cub, and decent soon he grew.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fine gallant at length the lad appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From whence the change?&mdash;Fine eyes his bosom cheered
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The piercing rays no sooner reached his sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But all the savage took at once to flight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He felt the tender flame; polite became;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll find howe'er, our tale is not the same. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20150m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20150m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20150.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        I MEAN to state how once an easy fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who oft amused the youth devoid of care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A tender flame within her heart retained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though haughty, singular, and unrestrained.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not easy 'twas her favours to procure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Rome was the place where dwelled this belle impure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mitre and the cross with her were naught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though at her feet, she'd give them not a thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And those who were not of the highest class,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No moments were allowed with her to pass.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A member of the conclave, first in rank,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be her slave, she'd scarcely deign to thank;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless a cardinal's gay nephew came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then, perhaps, she'd listen to his flame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pope himself, had he perceived her charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would not have been too good to grace her arms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her pride appeared in clothes as well as air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on her sparkled gold and jewels rare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In all the elegance of dress arrayed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Embroidery and lace, her taste displayed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE god of soft amour beheld her aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sought at once her haughty soul to tame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A Roman gentleman, of finest form,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon in her bosom raised a furious storm;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Camillus was the name this youth had got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nymph's was Constance, that LOVE'S arrow shot:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though he was mild, good humoured, and serene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No sooner Constance had his person seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in her breast received the urchin's dart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than throbs, and trembling fears o'erwhelmed her heart.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The flame she durst declare no other way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than by those sighs, which feelings oft betray.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till then, nor shame nor aught could her retain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now all was changed:&mdash;her bashfulness was plain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As none, howe'er, could think the subtle flame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would lie concealed with such a haughty dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Camillus nothing of the kind supposed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though she incessantly by looks disclosed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That something unrevealed disturbed the soul,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And o'er her mind had absolute control.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whatever presents Constance might receive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still pensive sighs her breast appeared to heave:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her tints of beauty too, began to fail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And o'er the rose, the lily to prevail. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE night Camillus had a party met,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of youthful beaux and belles, a charming set,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, 'mong the rest, fair Constance was a guest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The evening passed in jollity and jest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For few to holy converse seemed inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And none for Methodists appeared designed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not one, but Constance, deaf to wit was found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, on her, raillery went briskly round. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE supper o'er the company withdrew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Constance suddenly was lost to view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beside a certain bed she took her seat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where no one ever dreamed she would retreat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all supposed, that ill, or spirits weak,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She home had run, or something wished to seek. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE company retired, Camillus said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He meant to write before he went to bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And told his valet he might go to rest
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lucky circumstance, it is confessed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus left alone, and as the belle desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, from her soul, the spark so much admired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet knew not how the subject to disclose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or, in what way her wishes to propose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, with trembling accents, she revealed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The flame she longer could not keep concealed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20156m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20156m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20156.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        EXCEEDINGLY surprised Camillus seemed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scarcely could believe but what he dreamed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, hey! said he, good lady, is it thus,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With favoured friends, you doubtful points discuss?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He made her sit, and then his seat regained
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who would have thought, cried he, you here remained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now who this hiding place to you could tell?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas LOVE, fond LOVE! replied the beauteous belle;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And straight a blush her lovely cheek suffused,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So rare with those to Cyprian revels used;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For Venus's vot'ries, to pranks resigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another way, to get a colour, find. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CAMILLUS, truly, some suspicions had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That he was loved, though neither fool nor mad;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor such a novice in the Paphian scene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what he could at once some notions glean:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More certain tokens, howsoe'er, to get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And set the lady's feelings on the fret,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By trying if the gloom that o'er her reigned
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was only sly pretence, he coldness feigned. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHE often sighed as if her heart would break;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length love's piercing anguish made her speak:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What you will say, cried she, I cannot guess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see me thus a fervent flame confess.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very thought my face with crimson dyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My way of life no shield for this supplies;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The moment pure affection 's in the soul,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No longer wanton freaks the mind control. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MY conduct to excuse, what can I say?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O could my former life be done away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in your recollection naught remain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what might virtuous constancy maintain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At all event, my frankness overlook,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too well I see, the fatal path I took
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has such displeasure to your breast conveyed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My zeal will rather hurt than give me aid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But hurt or not, I'll idolize you still:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beat, drive away, contemn me as you will;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or worse, if you the torment can contrive
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm your's alone, Camillus, while alive. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO this harangue the wary youth replied
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In truth, fair lady, I could ne'er decide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To criticise what others round may do.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis not the line I'd willingly pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I will freely say, that your discourse
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has much surprised me, though 'tis void of force.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To you it surely never can belong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To say variety in love is wrong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, your sex, and decency, 'tis clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To ev'ry disadvantage you appear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What use this eloquence, and what your aim?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such charms alone as your's could me inflame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their pow'r is great, but fully I declare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I do not like advances from the FAIR. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20160m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20160m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20160.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        To Constance this a thunder-clap appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, she in her purpose persevered.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, this treatment doubtless I deserve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still, from truth my tongue can never swerve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if I may presume my thoughts to speak,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The plan which I've pursued your love to seek,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had never proved injurious to my cause,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If still my beauty merited applause.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From what you've said, and what your looks express
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To please your sight, no charms I now possess.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whence comes this change?&mdash;to you I will refer;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till now I was admired, you must aver;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry one my person highly praised;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These precious gifts, that admiration raised,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alas! are fled, and since I felt LOVE'S flame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Experience whispers, I'm no more the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No longer have charms that please your eyes:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How happy I should feel if they'd suffice! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE suppliant belle now hoped to be allowed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One half his bed to whom her sighs were vowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But terror closed her lips; she nothing said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though oft her eyes were to his pillow led.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be confused the wily stripling feigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And like a statue for a time remained. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length he said:&mdash;I know not what to do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Undressing, by myself, I can't pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shall I your valet call? rejoined the fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On no account, said he, with looks of care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I would not have you in my chamber seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor thought that here, by night, a girl had been,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your caution is enough, the belle replied:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Myself between the wall and bed I'll hide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twill what you fear prevent, and ills avoid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But bolt the door: you'll then be not annoyed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let no one come; for once I'll do my best,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as your valet act till you're undressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To am'rous Constance this permission grant
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honour would her throbbing breast enchant. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE youth to her proposal gave consent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Constance instantly to business went;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The means she used to take his clothes were such,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That scarcely once his person felt her touch;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She stopt not there, but even freely chose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take from off his feet, both shoes and hose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, say you:&mdash;With her hands did Constance this?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray tell me what you see therein amiss?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I wish sincerely I could do the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With one for whom I feel a tender flame. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BETWEEN the clothes in haste Camillus flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without inviting Constance to pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She thought at first he meant to try her love;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But raillery, this conduct was above.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His aim, howe'er more fully to unfold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She presently observed:&mdash;'Tis very cold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where shall I sleep? said she: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CAMILLUS <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just where you please; <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CONSTANCE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, on this chair? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CAMILLUS <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, no, be more at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come into bed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CONSTANCE <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unlace me then, I pray. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CAMILLUS <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I cannot: I'm undressed, and cold as clay:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unlace yourself.&mdash; <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just then the belle perceived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A poinard, which anxiety relieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She drew it from the scabbard, cut her lace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many parts of dress designed for grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The works of months, embroidery and flow'r
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now perished in the sixtieth of an hour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without regret, or seeming to lament,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What more than life will of the sex content. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YE dames of Britain, Germany, or France,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would you have done as much, through complaisance?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You would not, I'm convinced: the thing is clear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But doubtless this, at Rome, must fine appear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        POOR Constance softly to the bed approached,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No longer now supposing she encroached,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And trusting that, no stratagem again
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would be contrived to give her bosom pain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Camillus said: my sentiments I'll speak;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dissimulation I will never seek;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She who can proffer what should be denied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shall never be admitted by my side;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But if the place your approbation meet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I won't refuse your lying at my feet. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FAIR Constance such reproof could not withstand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas well the poinard was not in her hand;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her bosom so severely felt the smart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She would have plunged the dagger through her heart:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Hope, sweet Hope! still fluttered to her view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And young Camillus pretty well she knew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er with such severity he spoke,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That e'en the mildest saint it would provoke;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet, in a swain so easy, gentle, kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas strange so little lenity to find. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHE placed herself, as order'd, cross the bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And at his feet at length reclined her head;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A kiss on them she ventured to impress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not too roughly, lest she should transgress:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We may conjecture if he were at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What victory! to see her stoop to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A beauty so renowned for charms and pride,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould take a week, to note each trait described;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No other fault than paleness he could trace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which gave her (causes known) still higher grace. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CAMILLUS stretched his legs, and on her breast
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Familiarly allowed his feet to rest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A cushion made of what so fair appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That envy might from ivory be feared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then seemed as if to Morpheus he inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on the pillow sullenly resigned.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At last the sighs with which her bosom heaved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gave vent to floods of tears that much relieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This was the end:&mdash;Camillus silence broke,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to tell the belle with pleasing accents spoke
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm satisfied, said he, your love is pure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come hither charming girl and be secure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She t'wards him moved; Camillus near her slid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could you, cried he, believe that what I did,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was seriously the dictates of my soul,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To act the brute and ev'ry way control?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, no, sweet fair, you know me not 'tis plain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I truly wish your fondest love to gain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your heart I've probed, 'tis all that I desire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mid joys I swim; my bosom feels the fire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your rigour now in turn you may display;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It is but fair: be bountiful I pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Myself from hence your lover I declare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No woman merits more my bed to share,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whatever rank, or beauty, sense or life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You equally deserve to be my wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your husband I'll become; forget the past;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unpleasant recollections should not last.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet there's one thing which much I wish to speak
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The marriage must be secret that we seek;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There's no occasion reasons to disclose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What I have said I trust will you dispose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To act as I desire: you'll find it best:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wedding 's like amours while unconfessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One THEN both husband and gallant appears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry wily act the bosom cheers.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till we, continued he, a priest can find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are you, to trust my promises inclined?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You safely may; he'll to his word adhere:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His heart is honest, and his tongue sincere. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TO this fair Constance answered not a word,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which showed, with him, her sentiments concurred.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spark, no novice in the dumb assent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Received her silence fully as 'twas meant;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rest involved in myst'ry deep remains;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus Constance was requitted for her pains. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YE Cyprian nymphs to profit turn my tale;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of LOVE, within his vot'ries pale,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has many, if their sentiments were known,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That I'd prefer for Hymen's joys alone.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My wife, not always to the spindle true,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will many things in life, not seem to view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By Constance and her conduct you may see
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How, with this theory, her acts agree;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She proved the truth of what I here advance,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And reaped the fruits produced by complaisance,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A horde of nuns I know who, ev'ry night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would such adventures wage with fond delight. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PERHAPS it will not be with ease believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Constance from Camillus now received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A proof of LOVE'S enchanting balmy sweet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A proof perhaps you'll think her used to meet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But ne'er till then she tasted pleasures pure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her former life no blisses could secure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You ask the cause, and signs of doubt betray:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who TRULY loves, the same will ever say. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Nicaise" id="Nicaise"></a>NICAISE
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20168m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20168m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20168.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>O serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lad quite ignorant beyond his trade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what arithmetick might lend him aid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A perfect novice in the wily art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That in amours is used to win the heart.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good tradesmen formerly were late to learn
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tricks that soon in friars we discern;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They ne'er were known those lessons to begin,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till more than down appeared upon the chin.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now-a-days, in practice, 'tis confessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These shopkeepers are knowing as the best. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR lad of ancient date was less advanced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At scenes of love his eyes had never glanced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be that as 'twill, he now was in the way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And naught but want of wit produced delay:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A belle indeed had on him set her heart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His master's daughter felt LOVE'S poignant smart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A girl of most engaging mind and mien,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And always steady in her conduct seen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sincerity of soul or humour free,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or whether with her taste it might agree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fool 'twas clear presided o'er her soul,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all her thoughts and actions felt control.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some bold gallant would p'erhaps inform her plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She ever kept wild Folly in her train,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nothing say to me who tales relate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But oft on reason such proceedings wait.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If you a goddess love, advance she'll make;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our belle the same advantages would take.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her fortune, wit, and charm, attention drew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many sparks would anxiously pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How happy he who should her heart obtain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Hymen prove he had not sighed in vain!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But she had promised, to the modest youth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who first was named, her confidence and truth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The little god of pleasing soft desire
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With full compliance with his whims require. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THe belle was pleased the 'prentice to prefer:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome lad with truth we may aver,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite young, well made, with fascinating eye:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such charms are ne'er despised we may rely,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But treasures thought, no FAIR will e'er neglect;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er her senses say, she'll these respect.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For one that LOVE lays hold of by the soul,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thousand by the eyes receive control. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS sprightly girl with soft endearing ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Exerted ev'ry care the lad to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To his regards she never shy appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now pinched his arm, then smiled and often leered;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her hand across his eyes would sometimes put;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At others try to step upon his foot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this he nothing offered in reply,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though oft his throbbing bosom heaved a sigh. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So many tender scenes, at length we find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Produced the explanation LOVE designed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youthful couple, we may well believe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would from each other mutual vows receive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They neither promises nor kisses spared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Incalculable were the numbers shared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If he had tried to keep exact account,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He soon had been bewildered with th' amount;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To such infinity it clearly ran,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mistakes would rise if he pursued the plan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A ceremony solely was required,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which prudent girls have always much admired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet this to wait gave pain and made her grieve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From you, said she, the boon I would receive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or while I live the rapture never know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Hymen at his altar can bestow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To you I promise, by the pow'rs divine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My hand and heart I truly will resign.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er I'll freely say, should Hymen fail
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make me your's and wishes not prevail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You must not fancy I'll become a nun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though much I hope to act as I've begun;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To marry you would please me to the soul;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But how can WE the ruling pow'rs control?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much I'm confident you love my fame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To aim at what might bring me soon to shame:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In wedlock I've been asked by that and this;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My father thinks these offers not amiss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, Nicaise, I'll allow you still to hope,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That if with others I'm obliged to cope,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No matter whether counsellor or judge.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since clearly ev'ry thing to such I grudge,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The marriage eve, or morn, or day, or hour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To you I'll give&mdash;the first enchanting flow'r. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lad most gratefully his thanks returned;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His breast with ev'ry soft emotion burned.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within a week, to this sweet charmer came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A rich young squire, who soon declared his flame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which she said to Nicaise:&mdash;he will do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This spark will easily let matters through;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as the belle was confident of that,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She gave consent and listened to his chat.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon all was settled and arranged the day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When marriage they no longer would delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll fully notice this:&mdash;I think I view
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The thoughts which move around and you pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas doubtless clear, whatever bliss in store,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady was betrothed, and nothing more. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THOUGH all was fixed a week before the day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet fearing accidents might things delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or even break the treaty ere complete,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She would not our apprentice fully greet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till on the very morn she gave her hand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lest chance defeated what was nicely planned. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOWE'ER the belle was to the altar led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A virgin still, and doomed the squire to wed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, quite impatient, consummation sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As soon as he the charmer back had brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But she solicited the day apart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this obtained, alone by prayers and art.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas early morn, and 'stead of bed she dressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry thing a queen had thought the best;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With diamonds, pearls, and various jewels rare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her husband riches had, she was aware,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which raised her into rank that dress required,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all her neighbours envied and admired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her lover, to secure the promised bliss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An hour's indulgence gained to take a kiss.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A bow'r within a garden was the spot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which, for their private meeting, they had got.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A confidant had been employed around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To watch if any one were lurking found. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lady was the first who thither came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To get a nosegay was, she said, her aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Nicaise presently her steps pursued,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, when the turf within the bow'r he viewed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Exclaimed, oh la! how wet it is my dear!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your handsome clothes will be spoiled I fear!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A carpet let me instantly provide?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deuce take the clothes! the fair with anger cried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ne'er think of that: I'll say I had a fall;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such accident a loss I would not call,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Time so clearly on the wing appears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis right to banish scruples, cares, and fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor think of clothes nor dress, however fine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But those to dirt or flames at once resign;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Far better this than precious time to waste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since frequently in minutes bliss we taste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A quarter of an hour we now should prize,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The place no doubt will very well suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With you it rests such moments to employ,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And mutually our bosoms fill with joy.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I scarcely ought to say what now I speak,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But anxiously your happiness I seek. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20176m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20176m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20176.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        INDEED, the anxious, tender youth replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To save such costly clothes we should decide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll run at once, and presently be here;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two minutes will suffice I'm very clear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AWAY the silly lad with ardour flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And left no time objections to renew.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His wondrous folly cured the charming dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose soul so much disdained her recent flame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That instantly her heart resumed its place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which had too long been loaded with disgrace:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go, prince of fools, she to herself exclaimed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For ever, of thy conduct, be ashamed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To lose thee surely I can ne'er regret,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Impossible a worse I could have met.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've now considered, and 'tis very plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou merit'st not such favours to obtain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From hence I swear, by ev'ry thing above;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My husband shall alone possess my love;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And least I might be tempted to betray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To him I'll instantly the boon convey,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which Nicaise might have easily received;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thank Heav'n my breast from folly is relieved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This said, by disappointment rendered sour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The beauteous bride in anger left the bow'r.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon with the carpet simple Nicaise came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And found that things no longer were the same. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lucky hour, ye suitors learn I pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is not each time the clock strikes through the day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Cupid's alphabet I think I've read,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Old Time, by lovers, likes not to be led;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And since so closely he pursues his plan,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis right to seize him, often as you can.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delays are dangerous, in love or war,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Nicaise is a proof they fortune mar. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        QUITE out of breath with having quickly run;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delighted too that he so soon had done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youth returned most anxious to employ,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The carpet for his mistress to enjoy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But she alas! with rage upon her brow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had left the spot, he knew not why nor how;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to her company returned in haste
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The flame extinguished that her mind disgraced.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps she went the jewel to bestow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon her spouse, whose breast with joy would glow:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What jewel pray?&mdash;The one that ev'ry maid
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pretends to have, whatever tricks she's played.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This I believe; but I'll no dangers run;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To burn my fingers I've not yet begun;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet I allow, howe'er, in such a case,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl, who fibs, therein no sin can trace. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR belle who, thanks to Nicaise, yet retained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In spite of self, the flow'r he might have gained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was grumbling still, when he the lady met
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, how is this, cried he, did you forget,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That for this carpet I had gone away?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When spread, how nicely on it we might play!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'd soon to woman change the silly maid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, let's return, and not the bliss evade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No fear of dirt nor spoiling of your dress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then my love I fully will express. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOT so, replied the disappointed dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll put it off:&mdash;perhaps 'twould hurt your frame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your health I value, and I would advise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be at ease, take breath, and prudence prize;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Apprentice in a shop you now are bound
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Next 'prentice go to some gallant around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll not so soon his pleasing art require,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor to your tutorage can I now aspire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Friend Nicaise take some neighb'ring servant maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You're quite a master in the shopping trade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Stuffs you can sell, and ask the highest price;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to advantage turn things in a trice.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But opportunity you can't discern;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To know its value,&mdash;prithee go and learn. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Progress_of_Wit" id="Progress_of_Wit"></a>THE PROGRESS OF WIT
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20180m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20180m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20180.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">D</span>IVERTING in extreme there is a play,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which oft resumes its fascinating sway;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or sour;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By night or day:&mdash;'tis sweet at any hour.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The frolick, ev'ry where is known to fame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conjecture if you can, and tells its name. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS play's chief charm to husbands is unknown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis with the lover it excels alone;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No lookers-on, as umpires, are required;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No quarrels rise, though each appears inspired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All seem delighted with the pleasing game:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conjecture if you can, and tell its name. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BE this as 'twill, and called whate'er it may;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No longer trifling with it I shall stay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now disclose a method to transmit
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (As oft we find) to ninnies sense and wit.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till Alice got instruction in this school,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She was regarded as a silly fool,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her exercise appeared to spin and sew:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not hers indeed, the hands alone would go;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For sense or wit had in it no concern;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er the foolish girl had got to learn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No part therein could ever take the mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her doll, for thought, was just as well designed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mother would, a hundred times a day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Abuse the stupid maid, and to her say
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go wretched lump and try some wit to gain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE girl, quite overcome with shame and pain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her neighbours asked to point her out the spot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where useful wit by purchase might be got.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The simple question laughter raised around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length they told her, that it might be found
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With father Bonadventure, who'd a stock,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which he at times disposed of to his flock. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AWAY in haste she to the cloister went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see the friar she was quite intent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though trembling lest she might disturb his ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And one of his high character displease.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl exclaimed, as on she moved,&mdash;Will he
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such presents willingly bestow on me,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose age, as yet, has scarcely reached fifteen?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With such can I be worthy to be seen?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her innocence much added to her charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gentle wily god of soft alarms
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had not a youthful maiden in his book,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That carried more temptation in her look. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MOST rev'rend sir, said she, by friends I'm told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That in this convent wit is often sold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will you allow me some on trust to take?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My treasure won't afford that much I stake;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I can return if more I should require;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, you'll take this pledge I much desire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which she tried to give the monk a ring,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That to her finger firmly seemed to cling. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT when the friar saw the girl's design,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He cried, good maid, the pledge we will decline,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what is wished, provide for you the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis merchandize, and whatsoe'er its fame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To some 'tis freely giv'n:&mdash;to others taught
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If not too dear, oft better when 'tis bought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come in and boldly follow where I lead;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        None round can see: you've nothing here to heed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They're all at prayers; the porter's at my will;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very walls, of prudence have their fill. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHE entered as the holy monk desired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And they together to his cell retired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friar on the bed this maiden threw;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A kiss would take:&mdash;she from him rather drew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And said.&mdash;To give one wit is this the way?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, answered he, and round her 'gan to play:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon her bosom then he put his hand
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What now, said she, am I to understand?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is this the way?&mdash;Said he, 'tis so decreed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then patiently she let the monk proceed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who followed up, from point to point, his aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wit, by easy steps, advancing came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till its progression with her was complete;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then Alice laughed, success appeared so sweet. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A SECOND dose the friar soon bestowed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And e'en a third, so fast his bounty flowed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well, said the monk, pray how d'ye find the play?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl replied: wit will not long delay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twill soon arrive; but then I fear its flight:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm half afraid 'twill leave me ere 'tis night.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll see, rejoined the priest, that naught you lose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But other secrets oftentimes we use.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Seek not those the smiling girl replied
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With this most perfectly I'm satisfied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then be it so, said he, we'll recommence,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor longer keep the business in suspense,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But to the utmost length at once advance;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For this fair Alice showed much complaisance:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The secret by the friar was renewed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much pleasure in it Bonadventure viewed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle a courtesy dropt, and then retired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Reflecting on the wit she had acquired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Reflecting, do you say?&mdash;To think inclined?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, even more:&mdash;she sought excuse to find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not doubting that she should be forced to say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some cause for keeping her so long away. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TWO days had passed, when came a youthful friend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fair Nancy with her often would unbend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, so very thoughtful Alice seemed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Nancy (who was penetrating deemed)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was well convinced whatever Alice sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So very absent she was not for naught.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In questioning she managed with such art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That soon she learned&mdash;what Alice could impart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To listen she was thoroughly disposed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While t'other ev'ry circumstance disclosed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From first to last, each point and mystick hit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And e'en the largeness of the friar's wit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The repetitions, and the wondrous skill
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With which he managed ev'ry thing at will. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT now, cried Alice, favour me I pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tell at once, without reserve, the way
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you obtained such wit as you possess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all particulars to me confess. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IF I, said Nancy, must avow the truth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your brother Alan was the bounteous youth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who me obliged therewith, and freely taught,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What from the holy friar you'd have bought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My brother Alan!&mdash;Alan! Alice cried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He ne'er with any was himself supplied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm all surprise; he's thought a heavy clot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How could he give what he had never got? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FOOL! said the other, little thou can'st know;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For once, to me some information owe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In such a case much skill is not required,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Alan freely gave what I desired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If me thou disbeliev'st, thy mother ask;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She thoroughly can undertake the task. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ON such a point we readily should say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long live the fools who wit so well display! <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Sick_Abbess" id="Sick_Abbess"></a>THE SICK ABBESS
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20189m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20189m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20189.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">E</span>XAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At other times it cherishes abuse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis not my purpose, howsoe'er, to tell
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which of the two I fancy to excel.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some will conceive the Abbess acted right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While others think her conduct very light
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be that as 'twill, her actions right or wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll freely give a license to my tongue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or pen, at all events, and clearly show,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By what some nuns were led to undergo,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That flocks are equally of flesh and blood,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, if one passes, hundreds stem the flood,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To follow up the course the first has run,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And imitate what t'other has begun.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Agnes passed, another sister came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry nun desired to do the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the guardian of the flock appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And likewise passed, though much at first she feared.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tale is this, we purpose to relate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And full particulars we now will state. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AN Abbess once a certain illness had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Chlorosis named, which oft proves very bad,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Destroys the rose that decorates the cheek,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And renders females languid, pale, and weak.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our lady's face was like a saint's in Lent:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite wan, though otherwise it marked content.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The faculty, consulted on her case,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And who the dire disorder's source would trace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length pronounced slow fever must succeed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And death inevitably be decreed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless;&mdash;but this unless is very strange
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless indeed she some way could arrange;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gratify her wish, which seemed to vex,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And converse be allowed with t'other sex:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hippocrates, howe'er, more plainly speaks,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No circumlocutory phrase he seeks. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O JESUS! quite abashed the Abbess cried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What is it?&mdash;fy!&mdash;a man would you provide?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, they rejoined, 'tis clearly what you want,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And you will die without a brisk gallant;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One truly able will alone suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, if not such, take two we would advise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This still was worse, though, if we rightly guess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas by her wished, durst she the truth confess.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But how the sisterhood would see her take
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such remedies and no objection make?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shame often causes injury and pain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ills concealed bring others in their train. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID sister Agnes, Madam, take their word;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A remedy like this would be absurd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If, like old death, it had a haggard look,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And you designed to get by hook or crook.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred secrets you retain at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can one so greatly shock and you displease?&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You talk at random, Agnes, she replied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now, would you for the remedy decide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon your word, if you were in my place?&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, madam, said the nun, and think it grace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still more I'd do, if necessary thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your health, by me, would ev'ry way be sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, if required by you to suffer this,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not one around would less appear remiss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sincere affection for you I have shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And my regard I'll ever proudly own. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A THOUSAND thanks the Abbess gave her friend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The doctors said:&mdash;no use for them to send;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Throughout the convent sad distress appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Agnes, who to sage advice adhered,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And was not thought the weakest head around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A kinder soul perhaps could not be found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said to the sisterhood,&mdash;What now retains
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our worthy Abbess, and her will enchains,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is nothing but the shame of pow'rs divine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or else, to what's prescribed she would resign.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through charity will no one take the lead,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, by example, get her to proceed? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE counsel was by ev'ry one approved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And commendation through the circle moved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN this design not one, nor grave, nor old,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor young, nor prioress, at all seemed cold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Notes flew around, and friends of worth and taste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The black, the fair, the brown, appeared in haste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The number was not small, our records say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not (what might be) appearance of delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But all most anxious seemed the road to show,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what the Abbess feared, at once to know;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        None more sincerely 'mong the nuns desired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That shame should not prevent what was required.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor that the Abbess should, within her soul,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Retain what might injuriously control. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NO sooner one among the flock had made
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The step, of which the Abbess was afraid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But other sisters followed in the train:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not one behind consented to remain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each forward pressed, in dread to be the last;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length, from prejudice the Abbess passed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To such examples she at last gave way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, to a youth, no longer offered nay. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE operation o'er, her lily face
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resumed the rose, and ev'ry other grace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O remedy divine, prescription blessed!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thy friendly aid to numbers stands confessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friends of thousands, friend of nature too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friend of all, except where honour 's due.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This point of honour is another ill,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which the faculty confess no skill. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHAT ills in life! what mis'ries dire around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While remedies so easy may be found! <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Truckers" id="Truckers"></a>THE TRUCKERS
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20195m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20195m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20195.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HE change of food enjoyment is to man;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this, t'include the woman is my plan.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I cannot guess why Rome will not allow
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Exchange in wedlock, and its leave avow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not ev'ry time such wishes might arise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, once in life at least, 'twere not unwise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps one day we may the boon obtain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Amen, I say: my sentiments are plain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The privilege in France may yet arrive
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There trucking pleases, and exchanges thrive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The people love variety, we find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And such by heav'n was ere for them designed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONCE there dwelled, near Rouen, (sapient clime)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two villagers, whose wives were in their prime,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And rather pleasing in their shape and mien,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For those in whom refinement 's scarcely seen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each looker-on conceives, LOVE needs not greet
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such humble wights, as he would prelates treat. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened, howsoe'er, both weary grown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of halves that they so long had called their own;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One holyday, with them there chanced to drink
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The village lawyer (bred in Satan's sink);
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To him, said one of these, with jeering air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good mister Oudinet, a strange affair
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is in my head: you've doubtless often made
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Variety of contracts; 'tis your trade:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now, cannot you contrive, by one of these,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That men should barter wives, like goods, at ease?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our pastor oft his benefice has changed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is trucking wives less easily arranged?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It cannot be, for well I recollect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Parson Gregory (whom none suspect)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would always say, or much my mem'ry fails,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My flock 's my wife: love equally prevails;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He changed; let us, good neighbour do the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With all my heart, said t'other, that's my aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But well thou know'st that mine's the fairest face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, Mister Oudinet, since that's the case,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should he not add, at least, his mule to boot?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My mule? rejoined the first, that will not suit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this world ev'ry thing has got its price:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mine I will change for thine and that 's concise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Wives are not viewed so near; naught will I add;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, neighbour Stephen, dost thou think me mad,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give my mule to boot?&mdash;of mules the king;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not e'en an ass I'd to the bargain bring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Change wife for wife, the barter will be fair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then each will act with t'other on the square. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20199m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20199m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20199.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE village lawyer now the friends addressed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, Antoinetta is confessed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have superior charms to those of Jane;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still, if I may venture to be plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not always is the best what meets the eye,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For many beauties in concealment lie,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which I prefer; and these are hid with care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deceptions, too, are practised by the FAIR;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, we wish the whole to be disclosed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much, 'tis said, they must not be exposed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOW, neighbours, let us fair arrangement make:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pig in poke you'd neither give nor take;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Confront these halves in nature's birth-day suit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To neither, then, will you deceit impute.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The project was most thoroughly approved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like inclination both the husbands moved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ANTOINETTA, said the second spouse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has neither ill nor scratch her fears to rouse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Jane, cried the first, is ev'ry way complete;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No freckles on the skin: as balm she's sweet:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Antoinetta is, her spouse replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ambrosia ev'ry way: no fault to hide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID t'other:&mdash;Don't so confident appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou know'st not Jane: her ways would marble cheer;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And there's a play:&mdash;thou understand'st no doubt?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this rejoined the second village lout,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One diff'rence only have my wife and I:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which plays the prettiest wiles is what we try;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou'lt very soon of these know how to think;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here's to thee, neighbour; Mister Oud'net, drink;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, toast Antoinetta; likewise Jane;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mule was granted, and the bargain plain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our village lawyer promised to prepare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once, the writings, which would all declare.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This Oudinet a good apostle proved
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well paid for parchment, or he never moved:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By whom was payment made?&mdash;by both the dames;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On neither husband showed he any claims. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE village clowns some little time supposed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That all was secret: not a hint disclosed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The parson of it, howsoe'er, obtained
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some intimation, and his off'rings gained.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I was not present, fully I admit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But rarely clergymen their dues will quit.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very clerk would not remit his fee:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All those who serve the church in this agree. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE permutation could not well be made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But scandal would such practices upbraid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In country villages each step is seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus, round the whisper went of what had been,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And placed at length the thorn where all was ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pow'rs divine alone it could displease.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas pleasant them together to behold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wives, in emulation, were not cold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In easy talk they'd to each other say:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How pleasing to exchange from day to day!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What think you, neighbour, if, to try our luck,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For once we've something new, and valets truck?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This last, if made, the secret had respect;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other had at first a good effect. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FOR one good month the whole proceeded well;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, at the end, disgust dispersed the spell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And neighbour Stephen, as we might suppose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Began dissatisfaction to disclose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lamented much Antoinetta's stop;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doubt he was a loser by the swop;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet neighbour Giles expressed extreme regret,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That t'other from him ought to boot should get:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, he would retrucking not consent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much he otherwise appeared content. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened on a day, as Stephen strayed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within a wood, he saw, beneath a shade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And near the stream, asleep, and quite alone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Antoinetta, whom he wished his own.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He near her drew, and waked her with surprise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The change ne'er struck her when she ope'd her eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gay gallant advantage quickly took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, what he wished, soon placed within his hook.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis said, he found her better than at first;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why so? you ask: was she then at the worst?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A curious question, truly, you've designed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Cupid's am'rous code of laws you'll find&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bread got by stealth, and eat where none can spy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is better far than what you bake or buy;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For proof of this, ask those most learn'd in love
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Truth we prefer, all other things above;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet Hymen, and the god of soft desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How much soe'er their union we admire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are not designed together bread to bake;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In proof, the sleeping scene for instance take.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good cheer was there: each dish was served with taste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of love, who often cooks in haste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most nicely seasoned things to relish well;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this he's thought old Hymen to excel. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ANTOINETTA, to his clasp restored,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our neighbour Stephen, who his wife adored,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite raw, howe'er, in this, exclaimed apart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Friend Giles has surely got some secret art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For now my rib displays superior charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To what she had, before she left my arms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let's take her back, and play the Norman trick
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deny the whole, and by our priv'lege stick. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IMMEDIATELY he ev'ry effort tried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To get the bargain fully set aside.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Giles, much distressed, exerted all his might,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To keep his prize, and prove his conduct right.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cause was carried to the bishop's court;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much noise it made, according to report.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the parliament would hear the claim,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And judge a case of such peculiar fame. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE village lawyer, Oudinet, was brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From him, who drew the contract, truth was sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There rests the cause, for 'tis of recent date;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While undecided, more we cannot state. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOW silly neighbour Stephen must appear!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He went against his int'rest now 'tis clear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, when superior pleasure he was shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fascinating fair was not his own.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good sense would whisper then, 'twere full as well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To let remain with Giles the beauteous belle;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Save now and then, within the leafy shade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where oft Antoinetta visits made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And warbled to the shrubs and trees around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There he might easily the nymph have found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, if with ease it could not be obtained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still greater pleasure he would then have gained. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        GO preach me this to silly country louts;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These, howsoe'er, had managed well their bouts,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It must not be denied, and all was nice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To do the like perhaps 'twill some entice.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I much regret my lot was not the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though doubtless many will my wishes blame. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Case_of_Conscience" id="Case_of_Conscience"></a>THE CASE OF
+        CONSCIENCE
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20207m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20207m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20207.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both names and titles, freely as they please.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It costs them scarcely any thing, we find.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And each is nymph or shepherdess designed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some e'en are goddesses, that move below,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From whom celestial bliss of course must flow. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS Horace followed, with superior art:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If, to the trav'ller's bed, with throbbing heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The chambermaid approached, 'twas Ilia found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or fair Egeria, or some nymph renowned. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        GOD, in his goodness, made, one lovely day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Apollo, who directs the lyrick lay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gave him pow'rs to call and name at will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like father Adam, with primordial skill.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, go, names bestow that please the ear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry word let sweetest sound appear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This ancient law then proves, by right divine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WE oft are sponsors to the royal line. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN pleasing tales and fables I endite,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I, who in humble verse presume to write,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        May surely use this privilege of old,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, to my fancy, appellations mould.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If I, instead of Anne, should Sylvia say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Master Thomas (when the case I weigh)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should change to Adamas, the druid sage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Must I a fine or punishment engage?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, surely not:&mdash;at present I shall choose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Anne and the Parson for my tale to use. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20211m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20211m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20211.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        WITHIN her village, Anne was thought the belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry other charmer to excel.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As near a river once she chanced to stray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She saw a youth in Nature's pure array,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who bathed at ease within the gliding stream;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl was brisk, and worthy of esteem,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her eyes were pleased; the object gave delight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not one defect could be produced in sight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Already, by the shepherdess adored,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If with the belle to pleasing flights he'd soared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of love had all they wished concealed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        None better know what should not be revealed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Anne nothing feared: the willows were her shade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which, like Venetian blinds, a cov'ring made;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her eyes, howe'er, across had easy view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, o'er the youth, each beauty could pursue. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHE back four paces drew, at first, through shame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then, led by LOVE, eight others forward came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But scruples still arose that ardour foiled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nearly ey'ry thing had truly spoiled.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Anne had a conscience pure as holy fire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But how could she abstain from soft desire?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If, in the bosom chance a flame should raise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is there a pow'r can then subdue the blaze?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At first these inclinations she withstood;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But doubting soon, how those of flesh and blood
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could sins commit by stepping in advance,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She took her seat upon the green expanse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And there attentively the lad observed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With eyes that scarcely from him ever swerved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PERHAPS you've seen, from Nature, drawings made?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some Eve, or Adam, artists then persuade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In birth-attire to stand within their view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While they with care and taste each trait pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, like our shepherdess, their stations take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A perfect semblance ev'ry way to make. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ANNE in her mem'ry now his image placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each line and feature thoroughly she traced,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And even now the fair would there remain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If William (so was called this youthful swain)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had not the water left; when she retired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though scarcely twenty steps from him admired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, more alert than usual then appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, by the belle, in silence was revered. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN such sensations once were in the breast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Love there we may believe would hardly rest. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE favours Anne reserved he thought his own,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though expectations oft away have flown.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The more of this I think, the less I know;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps one half our bliss to chance we owe! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BE this as 'twill, the conscientious Anne
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would nothing venture to regale her man;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, she stated what had raised her fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry thing that made her persevere. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN Easter came, new difficulties rose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then, in confession, ALL she should disclose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Anne, passing peccadillos in review,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This case aside, as an intruder threw;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But parson Thomas made her all relate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry circumstance most clearly state;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That he, by knowing fully each defect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might punishment accordingly direct,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which no father-confessor should err,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who absolution justly would confer.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The parson much his penitent abused;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, with sensual views to be amused,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is such a sin, 'tis scarcely worse to steal;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sight is just the same as if you feel. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOWE'ER, the punishment that he imposed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was nothing great:&mdash;too slight to be disclosed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enough to say, that in the country round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father-confessors, who there abound,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As in our own, (perhaps in ev'ry part,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have devotees, who, when they ought to smart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A tribute pay, according to their lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thus indulgences are often got. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS tribute to discharge the current year,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much troubled Anne, and filled her breast with fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When William, fishing, chanced a pike to hook,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gave it to his dear at once to cook,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, quite delighted, hastened to the priest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And begged his rev'rence on the fish to feast.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The parson with the present much was pleased;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A tap upon the shoulder care appeased;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with a smile he to the bringer said
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This fish, with trifles on the table spread,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will all complete; 'twas holyday we find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When other clergy with our rector dined.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will you still more oblige, the parson cried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And let the fish at home by you be fried?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then bring it here:&mdash;my servant's very new,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And can't attempt to cook as well as you.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Anne hastened back; meanwhile the priests arrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much noise, and rout of course, once these were hived;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Wines from the vault were brought without delay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each of the quality would something say. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE dinner served; the dean at table placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their conversation various points embraced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To state the whole would clearly endless be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this no doubt the reader will agree.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They changed and changed, and healths went round and round;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No time for scandal while such cheer was found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The first and second course away were cleared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dessert served up, yet still no pike appeared.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dinner o'er without th' expected dish,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or even a shadow of the promised fish.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When William learned the present Anne had made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His wish, to have it cancelled, with her weighed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rector was surprised, you may suppose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, soon as from the table all arose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He went to Anne, and called her fool and knave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, in his wrath, could scarcely secrets wave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nearly her reproached the bathing scene;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, treat, said he, your priest like base and mean? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ANNE archly answered, with expression neat:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sight is just the same as if you eat! <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Devil_of_Pope" id="Devil_of_Pope"></a>THE DEVIL OF POPE-FIG
+        ISLAND
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20217m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20217m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20217.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">B</span>Y master Francis clearly 'tis expressed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The folks of Papimania are blessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        True sleep for them alone it seems was made
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With US the copy only has been laid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And by Saint John, if Heav'n my life will spare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll see this place where sleeping 's free from care.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en better still I find, for naught they do:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis that employment always I pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just add thereto a little honest love,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I shall be as easy as a glove. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ON t'other hand an island may be seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where all are hated, cursed, and full of spleen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We know them by the thinness of their face
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long sleep is quite excluded from their race. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHOULD you, good reader, any person meet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With rosy, smiling looks, and cheeks replete,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The form not clumsy, you may safely say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A Papimanian doubtless I survey.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But if, on t'other side, you chance to view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A meagre figure, void of blooming hue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With stupid, heavy eye, and gloomy mien
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conclude at once a Pope-figer, you've seen. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        POPE-FIG 'S the name upon an isle bestowed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where once a fig the silly people showed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As like the pope, and due devotion paid:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By folly, blocks have often gods been made!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These islanders were punished for their crime;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Naught prospers, Francis tells us, in their clime;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Lucifer was giv'n the hateful spot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And there his country house he now has got.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His underlings appear throughout the isle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Rude, wretched, poor, mean, sordid, base, and vile;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With tales, and horns, and claws, if we believe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What many say who ought not to deceive. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE day it happened that a cunning clown
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was by an imp observed, without the town,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To turn the earth, which seemed to be accurst,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since ev'ry trench was painful as the first.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This youthful devil was a titled lord;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In manners simple:&mdash;naught to be abhorred;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He might, so ignorant, be duped at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As yet he'd scarcely ventured to displease:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, I'd have thee know, I was not born,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like clods to labour, dig nor sow the corn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A devil thou in me beholdest here,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of noble race: to toil I ne'er appear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THOU know'st full well, these fields to us belong:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The islanders, it seems, had acted wrong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, for their crimes, the pope withdrew his cares;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our subjects now you live, the law declares;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And therefore, fellow, I've undoubted right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take the produce of this field, at sight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I am kind, and clearly will decide
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The year concluded, we'll the fruits divided.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What crop, pray tell me, dost thou mean to sow?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The clod replied, my lord, what best will grow
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I think is Tousell; grain of hardy fame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The imp rejoined, I never heard its name;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What is it. Tousell, say'st thou?&mdash;I agree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If good return, 'twill be the same to me;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Work fellow, work; make haste, the ground prepare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To dig and delve should be the rabble's care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Don't think that I will ever lend a hand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or give the slightest aid to till the land;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've told thee I'm a gentleman by birth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Designed for ease: not doomed to turn the earth.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er I'll now the diff'rent parts allot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thus divide the produce of the plot:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What shall above the heritage arise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll leave to thee; 'twill very well suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what is in the soil shall be my share;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this attend, see ev'ry thing is fair. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS beardless corn when ripe, with joy was reaped,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then the stubble by the roots was heaped,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To satisfy the lordly devil's claim,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who thought the seed and root were just the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that the ear and stalk were useless parts,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which nothing made if carried to the marts:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The labourer his produce housed with care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other to the market brought his ware,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where ridicule and laughter he received;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas nothing worth, which much his bosom grieved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        QUITE mortified, the devil quickly went;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To seek our clod, and mark his discontent:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fellow had discreetly sold the corn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In straw, unthrashed, and off the money borne,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which he, with ev'ry wily care, concealed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The imp was duped, and nothing was revealed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, thou rascal?&mdash;pretty tricks thou'st played;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It seems that cheating is thy daily trade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I'm a noble devil of the court,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who tricking never knew, save by report.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What grain dost mean to sow th' ensuing year?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The labourer replied, I think it clear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Instead of grain, 'twill better be to chop,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And take a carrot, or a turnip crop;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You then, my lord, will surely plenty find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And radishes, if you are so inclined. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE carrots, radishes, and turnips too,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said t'other, I am led to think will do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My part shall be what 'bove the soil is found:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thine, fellow, what remains within the ground;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No war with thee I'll have, unless constrained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thou hast never yet of me complained.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I now shall go and try to tempt a nun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For I'm disposed to have a little fun. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE time arrived again to house the store;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The labourer collected as before;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Leaves solely to his lordship were assigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who sought for those a ready sale to find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But through the market ridicule was heard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry one around his jest preferred:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray, Mister Devil, where d'ye grow these greens?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How treasure up returns from your demesnes? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ENRAGED at what was said, he hurried back,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, on the clown, proposed to make attack,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, full of joy, was laughing with his wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tasting pleasantly the sweets of life.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By all the pow'rs of Hell, the demon cried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He shall the forfeit pay, I now decide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pretty rascal truly, master Phil:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here, pleasures you expect at will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well, well, proceed; gallant it while allowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For present I'll remit what I had vowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A charming lady I'm engaged to meet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She's sometimes willing: then again discreet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But soon as I, in cuckold's row, have placed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her ninny husband, I'll return in haste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then so thoroughly I'll trim you o'er,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such wily tricks you'll never practise more;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll see who best can use his claws and nails,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from the fields obtain the richest sales.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Corn, carrots, radishes, or what you will:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Crop as you like, and show your utmost skill
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No stratagems howe'er with culture blend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll take my portion from the better end;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within a week, remember, I'll be here,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And recollect:&mdash;you've every thing to fear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AMAZED at what the lordly devil said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The clod could naught reply, so great his dread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But at the gasconade Perretta smiled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who kept his house and weary hours beguiled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sprightly clever lass, with prying eye,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, when a shepherdess, could more descry,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than sheep or lambs she watched upon the plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If other views or points she sought to gain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, weep not, I'll undertake at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gull this novice-devil as I please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He's young and ignorant; has nothing seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thee; from his rage, I thoroughly will skreen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My little finger, if I like can show
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More malice than his head and body know. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE day arrived, our labourer, not brave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Concealed himself, but not in vault nor cave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He plunged within a vase extremely large,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where holy-water always was in charge;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No demon would have thought to find him there,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well the clod had chosen his repair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In sacred stoles he muffled up his skin,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, 'bove the water, only kept his chin;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There we will leave him, while the priests profound
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Repeated Vade retro round and round. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PERRETTA at the house remained to greet
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lordly devil whom she hoped to cheat.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He soon appeared; when with dishevelled hair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And flowing tears, as if o'erwhelmed with care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She sallied forth, and bitterly complained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How oft by Phil she had been scratched and caned;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, the wretch has used me very ill;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of cruelty he has obtained his fill;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For God's sake try, my lord, to get away:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just now I heard the savage fellow say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd with his claws your lordship tear and slash:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        See, only see, my lord, he made this gash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which she showed:&mdash;what you will guess, no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And put the demon presently to rout,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who crossed himself and trembled with affright:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd never seen nor heard of such a sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where scratch from claws or nails had so appeared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His fears prevailed, and off he quickly steered;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perretta left, who, by her friends around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was complimented on her sense profound,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That could so well the demon's snares defeat;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The clergy too pronounced her plan discrete. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Feronde" id="Feronde"></a>FERONDE
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20227m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20227m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20227.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>N Eastern climes, by means considered new;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His large domains howe'er were not the cause,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor heaps of gold, that gave him such applause,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But manners strange his subjects to persuade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry wish, to serve him they were made.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Among his people boldest hearts he chose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to their view would Paradise disclose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Its blissful pleasures:&mdash;ev'ry soft delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Designed to gratify the sense and sight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So plausible this prophet's tale appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each word he dropt was thoroughly revered.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whence this delusion?&mdash;DRINK deranged the mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, reason drowned, to madness they resigned.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus void of knowing clearly what they did,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They soon were brought to act as they were bid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conveyed to places, charming to the eye,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enchanting gardens 'neath an azure sky,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With twining shrubs, meandring walks, and flow'rs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And num'rous grottos, porticoes and bow'rs.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When they chanced to pass where all was gay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From wine's inebriating pow'rful sway,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They wondered at the frolicking around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fancied they were got on fairy ground,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which Mahomet pretended was assigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For those to his doctrine were inclined.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tempt the men and girls to seek the scene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And skip and play and dance upon the green,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To murm'ring streams, meandering along,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And lutes' soft notes and nightingales' sweet song:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No earthly pleasure but might there be viewed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The best of wines and choicest fruits accrued,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To render sense bewildered at the sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sink inebriated with delight. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEN back they bore them motionless to sleep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wake with wishes further joys to reap.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From these enjoyments many fully thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To such enchanting scenes they should be brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In future times, eternal bliss to taste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If death and danger valiantly they faced,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tried the prophet Mahomet to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry point to serve their prince would seize. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE Mount's old man, by means like these, could say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'd men devoted to support his sway;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon the globe no empire more was feared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or king or potentate like him revered.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These circumstances I've minutely told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To show, our tale was known in days of old. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FERONDE, a rich, but awkward, vulgar clown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A ninny was believed throughout the town;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He had the charge of revenues not slight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which he collected for a friar white.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of these I've known as good as any black,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When husbands some assistance seemed to lack,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And had so much to do, they monks might need;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or other friends, their work at home to speed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This friar for to-morrow never thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But squandered ev'ry thing as soon as brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No saint-apostle less of wealth retained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good cheer o'er ev'ry wish triumphant reigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Save now and then to have a little fun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Unknown to others) with a pretty nun. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FERONDE had got a spouse of pleasing sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Related nearly to our friar white,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose predecessor, uncle, sponsor kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now gone to realms of night, had her consigned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be this silly blockhead's lawful wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who thought her hand the honour of his life.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis said that bastard-daughters oft retain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A disposition to the parent-train;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this, the saying, truly ne'er bellied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor was her spouse so weak but he descried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Things clearer than was requisite believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And doubted much if he were not deceived. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE wife would often to the prelate go,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pretending business, proper he should know;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thousand circumstances she could find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas then accounts: now sev'ral things combined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short no day nor hour within the week,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But something at the friar's she would seek.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The holy father then was always prone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To send the servants off and be alone.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er the husband, doubting tricks were played;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Got troublesome; his wife would much upbraid
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When she returned, and often beat her too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short,&mdash;he unaccommodating grew. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE rural mind by nature jealous proves;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Suspicion shows of ev'ry thing that moves;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unused to city ways, perverse appears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, undismayed, to principle adheres: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE friar found his situation hard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He loved his ease?&mdash;all trouble would discard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As priests in gen'ral anxiously desire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their plan howe'er I never can admire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And should not choose at once to take the town,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But by the escalade obtain the crown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In LOVE I mean; to WAR I don't allude:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No silly bragging I would here intrude,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor be enrolled among the martial train:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis Venus' court that I should like to gain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let t'other custom be the better way:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It matters not; no longer I'll delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But to my tale return, and fully state,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How our receiver, who misused his mate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was put in purgatory to be cured,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, for a time, most thoroughly immured. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BY means of opiate powders, much renowned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friar plunged him in a sleep profound.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thought dead; the fun'ral obsequies achieved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He was surprised, and doubtless sorely grieved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When he awoke and saw where he was placed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With folks around, not much to suit his taste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For in the coffin he at large was left,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And of the pow'r to move was not bereft,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But might arise and walk about the tomb,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which opened to another vaulted room,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gloomy, hollow mansion of the dead:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fear quickly o'er his drooping spirits spread.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What's here? cried he: is't sleep, or is it death;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some charm or spell perhaps withdraws their breath.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our wight then asked their names and business there;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And why he was retained in such a snare?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In what had he offended God or man?&mdash; <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said one, console thyself:&mdash;past moments scan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When thou hast rested here a thousand years,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou'lt then ascend amid the Heav'nly spheres;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But first in holy purgatory learn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To cleanse thyself from sins that we discern;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One day thy soul shall leave this loathsome place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, pure as ice, repair to realms of grace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then this consoling Angel gave a thwack,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ten or dozen stripes laid on his back:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis thy unruly, jealous mind, said he,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Displeases God, and dooms thee here to be. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A MOURNFUL sigh the lorn receiver heaved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His aching shoulders rubbed, and sobbed and grieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thousand years, cried he, 'tis long indeed!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My very soul with horror seems to bleed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WE should observe, this Angel was a wag,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A novice-friar and a convent fag;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like him the others round had parts to act,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And were disguised in dresses quite exact.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our penitent most humbly pardon sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, if e'er to life again I'm brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No jealousy, suspicion's hateful bane,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shall ever enter my distracted brain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        May I not have this grace, this wished for boon?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some hopes they gave, but it could not be soon;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short a year he lay upon the floor:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just food for life received, and nothing more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each day on bread and water he was fed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And o'er his back the cat-o'nine-tails spread:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Full twenty lashes were the number set,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless the friar should from Heav'n first get
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Permission to remit at times a part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For charity was glowing in his heart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WE, must not doubt, he often offered prayers,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To ease the culprit's sufferings and cares.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Angel likewise made a long discourse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, those vile suspicions were the source,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of all thy sorrow, wretchedness, and pain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Think'st thou such thoughts the clergy entertain?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A friar white!&mdash;too bad in ev'ry sense:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ten strokes to one, if black, for such offence.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Repent, I say:&mdash;the other this desired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though scarcely he could tell what was required. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MEANWHILE the prelate with the fav'rite dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No time to lose, made ev'ry hour the same.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband, with a sigh, was heard to say:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I wonder what my wife's about to-day?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        About?&mdash;whate'er it be 'tis doubtless right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our friar, to console her, takes delight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thy business too is managed as before,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And anxious care bestowed upon thy store. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HAS she as usual matters that demand
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attendance at the cloister to be scanned?&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doubt was the reply, for having now
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole affair upon her feeble brow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Poor woman! be her wishes what they will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She more assistance wants thy loss to fill. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        DISCOURSE like this no pleasure gave the soul:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To call him so seems best upon the whole,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since he'd not pow'r like others here to feed:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mere earthly shadow for a time decreed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A MONTH was passed in fasting, pains, and prayer;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some charity the friar made him share,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And now and then remission would direct;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The widow too he never would neglect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, all the consolation in his pow'r,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bestowed upon her ev'ry leisure hour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His tender cares unfruitful were not long;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beyond his hopes the soil proved good and strong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short our Pater Abbas justly feared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make him father many signs appeared. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SINCE 'twere improper such a fact were known;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When proofs perhaps too clearly might be shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So many prayers were said and vigils kept,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the soul from purgatory crept,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much reduced, and ev'ry way so thin
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But little more he seemed than bones and skin. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A THING so strange filled numbers with surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who scarcely would believe their ears and eyes.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friar passed for saint:&mdash;Feronde his fruit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        None durst presume to doubt nor to dispute;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A double miracle at once appeared
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dead's return: the lady's state revered.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With treble force Te Deum round was sung;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sterility in marriage oft was rung,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And near the convent many offered prayers,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In hopes their fervent vows would gain them heirs. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE humble spouse and wife we now shall leave
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let none, howe'er, suppose that we conceive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each husband merits, as our soul, the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To cure the jealous fears his breast inflame. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Psalter" id="Psalter"></a>THE PSALTER
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20237m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20237m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20237.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>NCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I can't resist, whatever may have passed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But must relate, what often I've been told;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your tales of convent pranks are seldom cold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They have a grace that no where else we find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, somehow, better seem to please designed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another then we'll have, which three will make:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Three did I say?-'tis four, or I mistake;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let's count them well:-The GARD'NER first, we'll name;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then comes the ABBESS, whose declining frame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Required a youth, her malady to cure
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A story thought, perhaps, not over pure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, as to SISTER JANE, who'd got a brat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I cannot fancy we should alter that.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These are the whole, and four's a number round;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll probably remark, 'tis strange I've found
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such pleasure in detailing convent scenes:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis not my whim, but TASTE, that thither leans:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, if you'd kept your breviary in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis clear, you'd nothing had with this to do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We know, howe'er, 'tis not your fondest care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So, quickly to our hist'ry let's repair. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A CHARMING youth would frequent visits pay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To nuns, whose convent near his dwelling lay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, 'mong the sisters, one his person saw,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, by her eyes, would fain attention draw;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Smiles she bestowed, and other complaisance,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not a single step would he advance;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By old and young he greatly was admired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sighs burst around, but none his bosom fired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fair Isabella solely got his love,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A beauteous nun, and gentle as a dove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till then a novice in the flow'ry chain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And envied doubly:&mdash;for her charms and swain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their soft amours were watched with eagle-eye:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No pleasure's free from care you may rely;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In life each comfort coupled is with ill,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this to alter baffles all our skill. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE sister nuns so vigilant had been,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One night when darkness overspread the scene;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all was proper mysteries to hide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some words escaped her cell that doubts supplied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And other matters too were heard around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That in her breviary could not be found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis her gallant! said they: he's clearly caught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alarm pervaded; swarms were quickly brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Rage seemed to triumph; sentinels were placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The abbess too must know they were disgraced.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away they hastened to convey surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, thund'ring at her door, cried, madam rise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For sister Isabella, in her cell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Has got a man, which surely can't be well. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YOU will observe, the dame was not at prayer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor yet absorbed in sleep, devoid of care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But with her then, this abbess had in bed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good parson John, by kindness thither led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A neighb'ring rector, confessor, and friend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She rose in haste the sisters to attend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, seeking for her veil, with sense confused,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The parson's breeches took for what she used,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which, in the dark, resembled what was worn
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By nuns for veils, and called (perhaps in scorn),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Among themselves, their PSALTER, to express
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Familiarly, a common, awkward dress. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH this new ornament, by way of veil,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She sallied forth and heard the woeful tale.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then, irritated, she exclaimed with ire
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see this wretched creature I desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The devil's daughter, from her bold career,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who'll bring our convent to disgrace, I fear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But God forbid, I say, and with his leave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll all restore:&mdash;rebuke she shall receive.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A chapter we will call:&mdash;the sisters came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And stood around to hear their pious dame. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FAIR Isabella now the abbess sent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What! said the abbess: pretty scandal here,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When in the house of God such things appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ashamed to death you ought to be, no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who brought you thither?&mdash;such we always scout. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOW Isabella, (&mdash;sister you must lose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Henceforth, that name to you we cannot use;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honour is too great,) in such a case,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray are you sensible of your disgrace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what's the punishment you'll undergo?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Before to-morrow, this you'll fully know;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our institution chastisement decrees;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come speak, I say, we'll hear you if you please. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        POOR Isabella, with her sight on ground,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Confused, till then had scarcely looked around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now raised her eyes, and luckily perceived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The breeches, which her fears in part relieved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that the sisters, by surprise unnerved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As oft's the case, had never once observed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She courage took, and to the abbess said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There's something from the Psalter, on your head,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That awkwardly hangs down; pray, madam, try
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To put it right, or 'twill be in your eye. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TWAS knee-strings, worn, at times, by priests and beaux,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, more or less, all follow fashion's laws.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This veil, no doubt, had very much the air
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of those unmentionables parsons wear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this the nun, to frolicking inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It seems had well impressed upon her mind.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, cried the abbess, dares she still to sneer?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How great her insolence to laugh and jeer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When sins so heavily upon her rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry thing remains quite unconfessed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon my word, she'd be a saint decreed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My veil, young imp, your notice cannot need;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis better think, you little hellish crow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What pains your soul must undergo below. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE mother abbess sermonized and fired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seemed as if her tongue would ne'er be tired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again the culprit said, your Psalter, pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good madam, haste to set the proper way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which the sisters looked, both young and old
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THOSE 'gan to laugh, while THESE were heard to scold. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR preacher, quite ashamed of what she'd done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now lost her voice, and noticed not the nun;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The murmur buzzed around, too well expressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What thoughts the holy sisterhood possessed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length the abbess said:&mdash;we've now not time
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take the chapter's votes upon her crime;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould make it late; let each to bed return,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, till to-morrow, we'll the case adjourn.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another day arrived, and still the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sages of the convent thought it best,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In fact, to let the mystick business rest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much noise, perhaps, would hurt religion's cause,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, that considered, prudent 'twere to pause.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Base envy made them Isabella hate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And dark suspicions to the abbess state.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, unable by their schemes to get
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The morsel she'd so fortunately met,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each nun exerted all her art to find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What equally might satisfy the mind.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Old friends were willingly received again;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her gallant our belle was suffered to retain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rector and the abbess had their will;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, such their union, precepts to fulfill,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That if a nun had none to give her bliss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To lend a friend was nothing thought amiss. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="King_Candaules" id="King_Candaules"></a>KING CANDAULES AND THE
+        DOCTOR OF LAWS
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20245m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20245m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20245.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>N life oft ills from self-imprudence spring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As proof, Candaules' story we will bring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In folly's scenes the king was truly great:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His vassal, Gyges, had from him a bait,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The like in gallantry was rarely known,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And want of prudence never more was shown. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MY friend, said he, you frequently have seen
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The beauteous face and features of the queen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But these are naught, believe me, to the rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which solely can be viewed when quite undressed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some day I'll let you gratify your eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without her knowledge I'll means devise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But on condition:&mdash;you'll remember well
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What you behold, to no one you will tell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry step most cautiously proceed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not your mind with silly wishes feed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No sort of pleasure surely I could take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see vain passion you her lover make.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You must propose, this charming form to view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As if mere marble, though to nature true;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I'm convinced you'll readily declare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beyond nor art can reach, nor thought prepare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just now I left her in the bath at ease:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A judge you are, and shall the moment seize;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, witness my felicity supreme;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You know her beauties are my constant theme. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AWAY they went, and Gyges much admired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still more than that: in truth his breast was fired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For when she moved astonishment was great,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry grace upon her seemed to wait.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Emotion to suppress howe'er he tried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since he had promised what he felt to hide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hold his tongue he wished, but that might raise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Suspicions of designs and mystick ways.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Exaggeration was the better part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from the subject he would never start,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But fully praised each beauty in detail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without appearing any thing to veil.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gods! Gyges cried, how truly, king, you're blessed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The skin how fair&mdash;how charming all the rest! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS am'rous conversation by the queen
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was never heard, or she'd enraged have been;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ancient days of ignorance, we find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sex, to show resentment, much inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In diff'rent light at present this appears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fulsome praises ne'er offend their ears. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR arch observer struggled with his sighs
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those feelings much increased, so fair the prize:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The prince, in doubt, conducted him away;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But in his heart a hundred arrows lay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each magick charm directed pointed darts;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To flee were useless: LOVE such pain imparts,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That nothing can at times obstruct its course;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So quick the flight: so truly great the force. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHILE near the king, much caution Gyges showed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But soon the belle perceived his bosom glowed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She learned the cause:&mdash;her spouse the tale disclosed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And laughed and jeered, as he the facts exposed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A silly blockhead! not to know a queen
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could raillery not bear on such a scene.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But had it pleased her wishes, still 'twere right
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Such honour's dictates) to discover spite;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this she truly did, while in her mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be revenged she fully was inclined. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FOR once, good reader, I should wish thee wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or otherwise, thou never can'st in life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conceive the lengths a woman oft will go,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose breast is filled with wrath and secret woe.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A mortal was allowed these charms to view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which others' eyes could never dare pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such treasures were for gods, or rather kings
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The privilege of both are beauteous things. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE thoughts induced the queen revenge to seek;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Rage moved her breast, and shame possessed her cheek.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en Cupid, we are told, assistance gave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What from his aim effectually can save?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fair in person was Gyges to behold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Excuses for her easy 'twere to mould;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To show her charms, what baseness could excel?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on th' exposer all her hatred fell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, he was a husband, which is worse
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With these each sin receives a double curse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What more shall I detail?&mdash;the facts are plain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Detested was the king:&mdash;beloved the swain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All was accomplished, and the monarch placed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Among the heroes who with horns are graced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doubt a dignity not much desired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though in repute, and easily acquired. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SUCH merit had the prince's folly got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'In petto', Vulcan's brother was his lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The distance thence is little to the HAT:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honour much the same of this or that. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SO far 'twas passing well, but, in the intrigue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cruel Parcae now appeared to league;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon the lovers, on possession bent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To black Cocytus' shores the monarch sent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much of certain potions forced to drink,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He quickly viewed the dreary, horrid brink;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While pleasing the objects Gyges' eyes beheld;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in the palace presently he dwelled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, whether love or rage the widow fired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her throne and hand she gave, as was required. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        T' EXTEND this tale was never my design;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though known full well, I do not now repine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The case so thoroughly my purpose served.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ne'er from the narrative the object swerved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scarcely can I fancy, better light
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The DOCTOR will afford to what I write.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The scenes that follow I from Rome have drawn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not Rome of old, ere manners had their dawn,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When customs were unpleasant and severe
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The females, silly, and gallants in fear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Rome of modern days, delightful spot!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where better tastes have into fashion got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And pleasure solely occupies the mind
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To rapture ev'ry bosom seems resigned.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A tempting journey truly it appears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For youths from twenty on to thirty years. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOT long ago, then, in the city dwelled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A master, who in teaching law excelled;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In other matters he, howe'er, was thought
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A man that jollity and laughter sought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He criticised whatever passed around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And oft, at others' cost, diversion found. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened that our learned doctor had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Among his many pupils (good and bad)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A Frenchman, less designed to study laws,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than, in amours, perhaps, to gain applause.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One day, observing him with clouded mien,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My friend, said he, you surely have the spleen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, out of college, nothing seem to do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No law books read:&mdash;some object I'd pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome Frenchman should his hours improve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Seek soft intrigues, or as a lover move;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Talents you have, and gay coquettes are here
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not one, thank heav'n, but numbers oft appear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE student answered, I am new at Rome,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, save the belles who sell their beauteous bloom,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I can't perceive, gallants much business find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each house, like monasteries, is designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With double doors, and bolts, and matrons sour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And husbands Argus-eyed, who'd you devour.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where can I go to follow up your plan,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hope, in spots like these, a flame to fan?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere not less difficult to reach the moon,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with my teeth I'd bite it just as soon. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HA! HA! replied the doctor with delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The honour which you do us is not slight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I pity men quite fresh and raw like you;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our town, I see, you've hardly travelled through,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You fancy then, such wily snares are set,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis difficult intrigues in Rome to get.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd have you know, we've creatures who devise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To horn their husbands under Argus' eyes.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis very common; only try around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon you'll find, that sly amours abound.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within the neighb'ring church go take your place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, to the dames who pass in search of grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Present your fingers dipt in water blessed:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sign for those who wish to be caressed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In case the suppliant's air some lady please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who knows her trade, and how to act at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She'll send a message, something to desire:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll soon be found, wherever you retire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though lodged so secretly, that God alone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till then, your place of residence had known.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An aged female will on you attend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, used to this, will full assistance lend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Arrange an interview with wily art;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No trouble take, you'll have an easy part;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No trouble did I say? why, that's too much;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some things I would except, their pow'r is such;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And proper 'tis, my friend, that I should hint,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attentions you at Rome should well imprint,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And be discrete; in France you favours boast:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of ev'ry moment here you make the most;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Romans to the greatest lengths proceed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So best, the spark replied, I like the deed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, though no Gascon, I may boldly say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Superior prowess always I display.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps 'twas otherwise, for ev'ry wight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this, to play the Gascon, thinks it right. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To all the doctor's words our youth adhered,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And presently within a church appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where daily came the choicest belles around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And loves and graces in their train were found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or, if 'tis wished in modern phrase to speak,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attention num'rous angels there would seek.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beneath their veils were beauteous sparkling eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The holy-water scarcely would suffice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN lucky spot the spark his station took,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gave to each that passed a plaintive look;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To some he bowed; to others seemed to pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And holy water offered on their way.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One angel 'mong the rest the boon received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With easy pleasing air, that much relieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which the student to himself expressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fond belief, with her he might be blessed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN home, an aged female to him came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon a meeting place he heard her name.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To count particulars howe'er were vain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their pranks were many, and their folly plain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle was handsome; ev'ry bliss was sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all their moments most delightful thought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HE, to the doctor, ev'ry matter told
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Discretion in a Frenchman would be cold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis out of nature, and bespeaks the cit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Smells strong of shop, and would not fashion fit. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE learned teacher satisfaction showed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That such success from his instructions flowed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Laughed heartily at husbands, silly wights,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who had not wit to guard connubial rights,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from their lamb the wily wolf to keep:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A shepherd will o'erlook a hundred sheep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While foolish man's unable to protect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en one where most he'd wish to be correct.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, this care he thought was somewhat hard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not a thing impossible to guard;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if he had not got a hundred eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thank heav'n, his wife, though cunning to devise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He could defy:&mdash;her thoughts so well he knew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That these intrigues she never would pursue. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YOU'LL, ne'er believe, good reader, without shame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The doctor's wife was she our annals name;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what's still worse, so many things he asked,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her look, air, form, and secret charms unmasked,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That ev'ry answer fully seemed to say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas clearly she, who thus had gone astray.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One circumstance the lawyer led to doubt:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some talents had the student pointed out,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which she had never to her husband shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this relief administered alone.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thought he, those manners not to her belong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But all the rest are indications strong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And prove the case; yet she at home is dull;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While this appears to be a prattling trull,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And pleasing in her conversation too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In other matters 'tis my wife we view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Form, face, complexion, features, eyes, and hair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole combined pronounces her the fair. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length, when to himself the sage had said
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis she; and then, 'tis not;&mdash;his senses led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make him in the first opinion rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You well may guess what rage was in his breast.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A second meeting you have fixed? cried he;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, said the Frenchman, that was made with glee;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We found the first so pleasing to our mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That to another both were well inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thoroughly resolved more fun to seek.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That's right, replied the doctor, have your freak;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady howsoe'er I now could name.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The scholar answered, that to me's the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I care not what she's called, Nor who she be:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis quite enough that we so well agree.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By this time I'm convinced her loving spouse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Possesses what an anchorite might rouse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if a failure any where be met,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At such a place to-morrow one may get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What I shall hope, exactly at the hour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To find resigned and fully in my pow'r: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN bed I shall be instantly received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from anxiety be soon relieved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The place of meeting is a room below,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most nicely furnished, rich, but void of show.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At first I through a passage dark was led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where Sol's bright rays are ne'er allowed to spread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But soon, by my conductress, I was brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Mid LOVE'S delights, where all with charms was frought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20257m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20257m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20257.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        ON this you may suppose the doctor's pain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But presently he thought a point to gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And take the student's place by wily art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where, acting in disguise the lover's part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His rib he might entangle in a net,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And vassalage bestow she'd ne'er forget.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our learned man was clearly in the wrong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere better far to sleep and hold his tongue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless, with God's assistance, he could raise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A remedy that merited full praise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whenever wives have got a candidate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be admitted to the Cuckold's state,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If thence he get scot free 'tis luck indeed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But once received, and ornaments decreed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A blot the more will surely nothing add,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To one already in the garment clad.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The doctor otherwise however thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet still his reason no advantage brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indeed he fancied, if he could forestall
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youth who now he might his master call;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The trick would to his wisdom credit do,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And show, superior wiles he could pursue. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AWAY the husband hastened to the place;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In full belief, that, hiding well his face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And favoured by the darkness of the spot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The silence marked, and myst'ry of the plot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He, undiscovered, safely might be led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where such delicious fruits were ready spread. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MISFORTUNE, howsoe'er, would so direct
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The aged female nothing to neglect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had with her got a lantern to conduct,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The light from which at will she could obstruct,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, far more cunning than our learned sage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perceived at once with whom she had t'engage;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, marking no surprise, she bade him wait,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While she, his coming, to her dame should state.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, unless I tell her first you're here,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I dare not let you in her room appear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, you have not got the right attire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Undressed, in truth, is what she would desire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My lady, you must know, is gone to bed:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then, thrusting in a dressing room his head,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He there beheld the necessary fare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of night-cap, slippers, shirt, and combs for hair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With perfumes too, in Rome the nicest known,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fit for highest cardinals to own.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His clothes the learned doctor laid aside;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The aged female came his steps to guide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through passages she led him by the hand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where all was dark, and many turnings planned;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At once bewildered, and deprived of sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lawyer tottered much for want of light.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length she ope'd a door, and pushed the sage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where most unpleasantly he must engage,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though doubtless ev'ry way his proper place:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The school where he was used the LAWS to trace!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'ercome with shame, confusion, and surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He nearly fainted, vain 'twere to disguise. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE circumstances ran throughout the town;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each student then was waiting in his gown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enough, no doubt, his fortunes to destroy;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The laugh went round, and all was jest and joy.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, is he mad? said they, or would he seek
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some lass, and with her wish to have a freak?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still worse arrived:&mdash;his beauteous spouse complained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A trial followed, and distractions reigned;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her relatives supported well the cause,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And represented, that the MAN of LAWS,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Occasioned jars and matrimonial strife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That he was mad, and she, a prudent wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The marriage was annulled, and she withdrew:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Retirement now the lady would pursue,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Vavoureuse a prelate blessed the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, at Saint Croissant, she a nun became. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Devil_in_Hell" id="Devil_in_Hell"></a>THE DEVIL IN HELL
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20261m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20261m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20261.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>E surely must be wrong who loving fears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And does not flee when beauty first appears.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ye FAIR, with charms divine, I know your fame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No more I'll burn my fingers in the flame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From you a soft sensation seems to rise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, to the heart, advances through the eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What there it causes I've no need to tell:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some die of love, or languish in the spell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Far better surely mortals here might do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There's no occasion dangers to pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By way of proof a charmer I will bring,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose beauty to a hermit gave the sting:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thence, save the sin, which fully I except;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A very pleasant intercourse was kept;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Except the sin, again I must repeat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My sentiments on this will never meet
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The taste of him at Rome, who wine had swilled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till, to the throat, he thoroughly was filled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then exclaimed, is't not a sin to drink?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such conduct horrid ever I shall think;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I wish to prove, e'en saints in fear should live;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The truth is clear:&mdash;our faults may Heav'n forgive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If dread of punishment, from pow'rs divine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had led this friar in the proper line,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He never had the charming girl retained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, young and artless, would your heart have gained. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HER name was Alibech, if I recollect;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too innocent, deceptions to detect.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One day this lovely maiden having read,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How certain pious, holy saints were led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The better to observe religious care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To seek retirement in some lorn repair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where they, like Heav'nly Angels, moved around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some here, some there, were in concealment found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was quite delighted, strange as it may seem,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And presently she formed the frantick scheme,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of imitating those her mind revered,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to her plan most rigidly adhered. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH silent steps the innocent withdrew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To mothers, sisters,&mdash;none she bade adieu.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long time she walked through fields, and plain, and dale;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length she gained a wood within a vale;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There met an aged man, who once might be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gay, airy, pleasing, blithe, gallant, and free,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But now a meagre skeleton was seen
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The shadow only of what late he'd been:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, good father, I have much desire
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be a saint: thither my hopes aspire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I fain would merit reverence and prayer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A festival have kept with anxious care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What pleasure, ev'ry year, the palm in hand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, beaming round the head, a holy band,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nice presents, flow'rs, and off'rings to receive
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your practice difficult must I believe?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Already I can fast for many days,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon should learn to follow all your ways.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go, said the aged man, your plan resign;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd have you, as a friend, the state decline;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis not so easy sanctity to meet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That fasting should suffice the boon to greet.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Heav'n guards from ill the maids and wives who fast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or holiness would very seldom last.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis requisite to practise other things;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These secrets are, which move by hidden springs;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hermit, whom you'll find beneath yon' beech, <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can, better far than I, their virtues teach;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go, seek him, pray, make haste if you are sage;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I ne'er retain such birds within my cage.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This having said, at once he left the belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wisely shut the door, and barred his cell:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not trusting hair-cloth, fasting, age, nor gout;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With beauty, anchorites themselves should doubt. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR pensive fair soon found the person meant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A man whose soul was on religion bent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His name was Rustick, young and warm in prayer;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such youthful hermits of deception share.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her holy wish, the girl to him expressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wish most fervent doubtless to be blessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And felt so strongly, Alibech had fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some day the mark might on her fruit appear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A SMILE her innocence from Rustick drew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, in me you little learning view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what I've got, I'll readily divide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nothing from your senses try to hide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE hermit surely would have acted right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such pupil to have sent away at sight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He managed otherwise, as we shall state;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The consequences, let us now relate. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SINCE much he wished perfection to pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He, to himself, exclaimed: what can'st thou do?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Watch, fast, and pray; wear hair-cloth too; but this
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is surely little that will lead to bliss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All do as much, but with a FAIR to dwell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, never touch her, would be to excel;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere triumph 'mong the Heav'nly Angels thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let's merit it, and keep what here is brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If I resist a thing so sweet and kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I gain the end that pow'rs divine designed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HE with him let the charming belle remain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And confident he could at will abstain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both Satan and the flesh at once defied:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two foes on mischief ready to decide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BEHOLD our saints together in a hut;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young Rustick, where a corner seemed to jut;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A bed of rushes for the novice placed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since sleeping on the floor had her debased,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, yet unused to hardships, much must feel:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas best that these should on her senses steal.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A little fruit, and bread not over fine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She had for supper:&mdash;water too for wine.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hermit fasted; but the lady fed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ate with appetite her fruit and bread. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        APART their place of rest, the maiden slept,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But something quite awake the other kept:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Devil could by no means quiet rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till he should get admitted as a guest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He was received within the humble cell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friar's thoughts were on his smiling belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her simple manners, fascinating grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Complexion, age; each feature he would trace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The heaving bosom, and the beauteous charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That made him wish to clasp her in his arms. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BY passion moved, he bade at once adieu,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hair-cloth, discipline, and fasting too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried he, my saints are these; to them I'll pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From Alibech no longer he would stay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But to her flew, and roused the girl from sleep:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, so soon you should not silence keep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It is not right:&mdash;there's something to be done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ere we suspend the converse we've begun:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis proper that, to please the pow'rs divine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We Satan instantly in Hell confine;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He was created for no other end;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To block him up let's ev'ry effort lend. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IMMEDIATELY within the bed he slid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When, scarcely knowing what young Rustick did;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, unaccustomed to the mystick scene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She knew not what the anchorite could mean,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor this nor that but, partly by consent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And partly force, yet wishing to prevent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though not presuming to resist his sway
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To him 'mid pain and pleasure, she gave way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Believing ev'ry thing was most exact,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, what the saint performed, a gracious act,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By thus the Devil shutting up in Hell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where he was destined with his imps to dwell. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HENCEFORTH 'twas requisite, if saint she'd be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From martyrdom she must not think to flee,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For friar Rustick little sought to please:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lesson was not given quite at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which made the girl (not much improved in wit)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Exclaim, this Devil mischief will commit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis very plain, though strange it may appear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hurt his prison e'en he'll persevere;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The injury now you clearly may perceive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, for the evil done, I shall not grieve:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet richly he deserves to be again
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shut up effectually in his domain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT shall be so, the anchorite replied;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Once more the mystick art was fully tried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such care he took, such charity was shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Hell, by use, free with the Devil grown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His presence pleasant always would have found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could Rustick equally have kept his ground. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CRIED Alibech, 'tis very truly said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No prison has so nice and soft a bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But presently the host will weary grow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And here our pair soon discord seemed to show:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Hell, for the prisoner, in vain inquired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deaf was the fiend, and quietly retired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Repeated calls of course must irksome prove:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fair grew weary, when he would not move;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her strong desire to be a saint declined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Rustick to get rid of her designed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In this with him the belle agreed so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That secretly she left the hermit's cell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And home returned in haste the shortest way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what the fair could to her parents say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is what I fain would know, though truly yet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The full particulars I ne'er could get.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis probable she made them understand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her heart was prompted by divine command;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To try to be a saint; that they believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or seemingly for truth the tale received.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps the parents were not quite exact,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In narrowly examining the fact;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though some suspicions doubtless might arise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        About her Hell, they could not well disguise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But 'tis so formed that little can be seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many jailors in it duped have been. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FOR Alibech great feasting was prepared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When, through simplicity, the girl declared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To those around, without the least restraint,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How she had acted to be made a saint.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'd surely no occasion, they replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To go so far instruction to provide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When at your house you might have had, with ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like secret lectures, just as you should please.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said one, my brother could the thing have done;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another cried,&mdash;my cousin would have run
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To do the same; or Neherbal, who's near,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No novice in the business would appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He seeks your hand, which you'll be wise to take
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Before he learns&mdash;what might a diff'rence make.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She took the hint, and he the fair received;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome fortune many fears relieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This joined to num'rous charms that had the belle;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He fancied pure a most suspicious Hell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And freely used the blessings Hymen sends;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        May Heav'n like joys bestow on all our friends! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /> <a name="peter" id="peter"></a> <br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        NEIGHBOUR PETER'S MARE
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> CERTAIN pious rector (John his name),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But little preached, except when vintage came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then no preparation he required
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this he triumphed and was much admired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another point he handled very well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though oft'ner he'd thereon have liked to dwell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this the children of the present day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So fully know, there's naught for me to say:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        John to the senses things so clearly brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That much by wives and husbands he was sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who held his knowledge of superior price,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And paid attention to his sage advice.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Around, whatever conscience he might find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To soft delights and easy ways inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In person he would rigidly attend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seek to act the confessor and friend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not e'en his curate would he trust with these;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But zealously he tried to give them ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry where would due attention show,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Observing that divines should always know
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their flocks most thoroughly and visit round;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give instruction and the truth expound. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AMONG the folks, to whom he visits paid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was neighbour Peter, one who used the spade;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A villager that God, in lieu of lands,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had furnished only with a pair of hands,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To dig and delve, and by the mattock gain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enough his wife and children to maintain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still youthful charms you in his spouse might trace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The weather injured solely had her face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not the features which were perfect yet:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some wish perhaps more blooming belles to get;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rustick truly me would ne'er have pleased;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But such are oft by country parsons seized,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who low amours and dishes coarse admire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That palates more refined would not desire. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE pastor John would often on her leer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        just as a cur, when store of bones are near,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That would good pickings for his teeth afford,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Attentively behold the precious hoard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seem uneasy; move his feet and tail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now prick his ears; then fear he can't prevail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The eyes still fixed upon the bite in sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which twenty times to these affords delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ere to his longing jaws the boon arrives,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        However anxiously the suitor strives. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SELF-TORMENTS solely parson John obtained;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By seeing her that o'er his senses reigned.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The village-wife was innocent of this,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And never dreamed of any thing amiss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pastor's mystick looks, nor flatt'ring ways;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor presents, aught in Magdalene could raise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nosegays made of thyme, and marj'ram too,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were dropt on ground, or never kept in view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred little cares appeared as naught
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas Welch to her, and ne'er conveyed a thought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pleasant stratagem he now contrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From which, he hoped, success might be derived. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MOST clearly Peter was a heavy lout,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet truly I could never have a doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That rashly he would ne'er himself commit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though folly 'twere from him to look for wit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or aught expect by questioning to find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Yond this to reason, he was not designed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE rector to him said, thou'rt poor, my friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hast not half enough for food to spend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With other things that necessary prove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If we below with comfort wish to move.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some day I'll show thee how thou may'st procure
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The means that will thy happiness insure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And make thee feel contented as a king.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To me what present for it wilt thou bring? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ZOOKS! Peter answered, parson, I desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll me direct to do as you require;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My labour pray command; 'tis all I've got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our pig howe'er to you we can allot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We want it not; and truly it has eat
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More bran than thrice this vessel would complete;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cow you'll take besides, from which my wife
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A calf expects, to raise the means of life.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No, no, the pastor with a smile replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A recompense for this thou'lt not provide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My neighbour to oblige is all I heed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And now I'll tell thee how thou must proceed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thy spouse, by magick, I'll transform each day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And turn her to a mare for cart or dray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then again restore her ev'ry night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To human form to give thy heart delight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From this to thee great profit will arise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thy ass, so slow is found, that when supplies,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It carries to the market, 'tis so late,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hour is almost past ere at the gate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then thy cabbages, and herbs, and roots,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Provisions, provender, and wares and fruits,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Remain unsold, and home to spoil are brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since rarely far from thence such things are sought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when thy wife's a mare, she'll faster go:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Strong, active, ev'ry way her worth she'll show,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And home will come without expense in meat:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No soup nor bread, but solely herbs she'll eat: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID Peter, parson, clearly you are wise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From learning, what advantages arise!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is this pray sold?&mdash;If I'd much money got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make the purchase I'd the cash allot. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CONTINUED John:&mdash;now I will thee instruct,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The proper manner, matters to conduct,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For thee to have a clever mare by day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And still at night a charming wife survey;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Face, legs, and ev'ry thing shall reappear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, see it done, and I'll perform it here;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou'lt then the method fully comprehend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But hold thy tongue, or all will quickly end:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A single word the magick would dispel,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, during life, no more with us 'twould dwell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Keep close thy mouth and merely ope' thy eyes:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A glimpse alone to learn it will suffice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This o'er, thyself shall practise it the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all will follow as when first it came. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband promised he would hold his tongue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And John disliked deferring matters long.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, Magdalene, said he, you will undress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To quit those Sunday-clothes, you'll acquiesce,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And put yourself in Nature's pure array
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well, well, proceed; with stays and sleeves away;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That's better still; now petticoats lay by;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How nicely with my orders you comply. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN Magdalene was to the linen come,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some marks of shame around her senses swum;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wife to live and die was her desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much rather than be seen in Eve's attire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She vowed that, spite of what the priest disclosed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She never would consent to be exposed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20271m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20271m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20271.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        SAID Peter, pretty work, upon my truth:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not let us see how you are made forsooth!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What silly scruples!&mdash;Are they in your creed?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You were not always led such scenes to heed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray how d'ye manage when for fleas you seek?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis strange, good sir, that she should be so weak;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What can you fear?&mdash;'tis folly time to waste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He will not eat you: come, I say, make haste:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have done with haggling; had you acted right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ere now the parson all had finished quite. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ON saying this, her garment off he took;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Put on his spectacles to overlook;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And parson John, without delay, began;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he (as o'er her person now he ran),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This part umbilical will make the mare
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A noble breast, and strength at once declare:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then further on the pastor placed his hand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While, with the other, (as a magick wand,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He set about transforming mounts of snow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That in our climes a genial warmth bestow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And semi-globes are called, while those that rise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In t'other hemisphere, of larger size,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are seldom mentioned, through respect no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But these howe'er the parson, quite devout,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would not neglect, and whatsoe'er he felt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He always named, and on its beauties dwelt;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The ceremony this, it seems, required,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fully ev'ry movement John admired. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        PROCEEDINGS so minute gave Peter pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as he could not see the rector gain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The slightest change, he prayed the pow'rs divine,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give assistance to the priest's design;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But this was vain, since all the magick spell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In metamorphosing the lady well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Depended on the fixing of the tail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without this ornament the whole would fail. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To set it on the parson hastened now,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Neighbour Peter 'gan to knit his brow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And bawled so loud, you might have heard him far:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No tail, said he, I'll have: there'll be a scar;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You put it on too low; but vain his cries,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband's diligence would not suffice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, spite of ev'ry effort, much was done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And John completely his career had run,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If Peter had not pulled the rector's gown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who hastily replied, thou ninny, clown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Did I not tell thee silence to observe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not a footstep from thy station swerve?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole is spoiled, insufferable elf!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And for it thou hast got to thank thyself. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20279m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20279m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20279.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE husband, while the holy pastor spoke,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Appeared to grumble and his stars invoke.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wife was in a rage, and 'gan to scold:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she to Peter, wretch that I behold!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou'lt be through life a prey to pain and grief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come not to me and bray and hope relief,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The worthy pastor would have us procured
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The means that might much comfort have ensured.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can he deserve such treatment to receive?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good Mister John this goose I now would leave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry morning, while he gathers fruits,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or plants, herbs, cabbages, and various roots,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without averting him, pray, here repair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll soon transform me to a charming mare. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No mare, replied the husband, I desire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An ass for me is all that I require. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Spectacles" id="Spectacles"></a>THE SPECTACLES
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20283m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20283m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20283.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span> LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So oft their freaks have in my page been shown.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The subject may at length fatigue the mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My Muse the veil howe'er is still inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conspicuously to hold to publick view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, 'mong the sisters, scene and scene pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is this too much?&mdash;the nicest tricks they play;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through soft amours oft artfully they stray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And these in full I'd readily detail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If I were sure the subject would not fail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that's impossible I must admit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould endless be, the tales appear so fit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There's not a clerk so expeditious found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who could record the stories known around.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sisters to forget, were I to try,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Suspicions might arise that, by and by,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I should return: some case might tempt my pen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So oft I've overrun the convent-den,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like one who always makes, from time to time,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The conversation with his feelings chime.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But let us to an end the subject bring,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And after this, of other matters sing. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN former times was introduced a lad
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Among the nuns, and like a maiden clad;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A charming girl by all he was believed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fifteen his age; no doubts were then conceived;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Coletta was the name the youth had brought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, till he got a beard, was sister thought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE period howsoe'er was well employed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from it Agnes profit had enjoyed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What profit?&mdash;truly better had I said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That sister Agnes by him was misled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And store of ills received; misfortune dire
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Obliged the nun more girdle to require,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ultimately to produce (in spite
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of ev'ry wish to guard the fact from light)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A little creature that our hist'ries say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was found Coletta's features to display. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        GREAT scandal quickly through the convent ran:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How could this child arrive?&mdash;the sisters 'gan
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To laugh and ask, if in an evil hour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mushroom could have fallen with a show'r?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or self-created was it not supposed?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much rage the abbess presently disclosed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have her holy mansion thus disgraced!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Forthwith the culprit was in prison placed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE father to discover next they tried;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How could he enter, pass, escape, or hide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The walls were high; the grate was double too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite small the turning-box appeared to view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And she who managed it was very old:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps some youthful spark has been so bold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried she who was superior to the rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To get admitted, like a maiden dressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'mong our flock (if rightly I surmise)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A wicked wolf is lurking in disguise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Undress, I say, I'll verify the fact;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No other way remains for me to act. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lad disguised was terrified to death;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Each plan was dissipated with a breath;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The more he thought of means from thence to get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The greater were the obstacles he met.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length NECESSITY (the parent found
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of stratagems and wiles, so much renowned,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Induced the youth . . . (I scarcely can proceed)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tie . . . expression here I clearly need;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What word will decently express the thought?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What book has got it?&mdash;where should it be sought?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You've heard, in days of yore that human kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With windows in their bosoms were designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through which 'twas easy all within to see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And suited those of medical degree. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT if these windows useful were believed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas inconvenient in the heart perceived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And women thoroughly disliked the scheme:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They could not find the means to hide a dream.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dame Nature howsoe'er contrived a plan:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One lace she gave the woman, one the man,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of equal length, and each enough no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By proper care to shut the ope throughout.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The woman much too thick her eyelets placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And consequently, ne'er was closely laced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fault was all her own: herself the cause;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The man as little merited applause,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For coarsely working, soon the hole was shut,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From which the remnant lace was left to jut;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In fact, on either side, whate'er was done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The laces never equally would run,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And we are told, both sexes acted wrong:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The woman's was too short; the man's too long. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FROM this 'tis easy, it should seem to guess:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What by the youth was tied in this distress
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The end of lace that by the men was left,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When nature ordered them to close the cleft:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With thread he fastened it so very well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That all was flat as any nun or belle;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But thread or silk, you cannot find a string
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hold, what soon I fear will give a spring,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And get away, in spite of all you do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bring saints or angels such a scene to view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As twenty nuns in similar array,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Strange creatures I should think them:&mdash;merely clay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If they should at the sight unmoved remain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I speak of nuns, howe'er, whose charms maintain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Superior rank, and like the Graces seem,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Delightful sisters! ev'ry way supreme. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE prioress, this secret to disclose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Appeared with spectacles upon her nose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And twenty nuns around a dress displayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That convent mantua-makers never made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Imagine to yourself what felt the youth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Mid this examination of the truth.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nice proportions and the lily charms
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon raised within his bosom dire alarms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like magick operated on the string,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from it, what was tied, soon gave a spring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Broke loose at once, just like a mettled steed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, having slipt its halter, flies with speed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Against the abbess' nose with force it flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And spectacles from her proboscis threw. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THOUGH she had nearly fallen on the floor,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In thus attempting secrets to explore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No jest she thought the accident, 'twas plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But would with force the discipline maintain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A chapter instantly the lady held;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Long time upon the circumstance they dwelled.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youthful wolf that caused the direful shock;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length was given to the aged flock,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who tied his hands and bound him to a tree
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Face 'gainst the wood, that none his front might see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while the cruel troop, with rage inflamed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Considered of rewards that vengeance framed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While some the besoms from the kitchen brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And others, in the convent ars'nal sought
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The various instruments the sisters used
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To punish when obedience was refused;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another double-locked, within a room.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nuns of tender hearts and youthful bloom:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By chance, a friend to sly gallants appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon removed, what most our hero feared:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A miller mounted on his mule came by,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A tight-built active lad with piercing eye;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One much admired by all the girls around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Played well at kayles:&mdash;a good companion found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Aha! cried he, what's here?&mdash;a nice affair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young man, pray tell me who has placed thee there?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sisters, say'st thou?&mdash;hast thou had thy fun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And pleased thy fancy with a wanton nun?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Art satisfied?&mdash;and was she pretty too?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In truth, to judge by what appears to view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou seemest thoroughly a wily wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That convent belles would relish morn and night. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ALAS! replied the other with a sigh,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In vain the nuns my virtue sought to try;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas my misfortune:&mdash;patience heav'n bestow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For worlds such wickedness I would not know. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE miller laughed at what the other spoke;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Untied his hands, and ev'ry bandage broke.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, thou ninny, scruples can'st thou find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To counteract, and prove to pleasure blind?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The business clearly should to me belong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our rector ne'er had thought such conduct wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And never would have played the fool like this;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fly, haste away, away; I'll thee dismiss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        First having nicely set me in thy place;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like me thou wert not formed for soft embrace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm stout and able:&mdash;quarter ne'er will ask;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come ALL, these nuns, I'll execute the task,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many pranks they'll see, unless a freak
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should happen any way the string to break.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other never asked his wishes twice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But tied him well, and left him in a trice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH shoulders broad the miller you might see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Adam's birth-attire against the tree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Await the coming of the aged band,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who soon appeared, with tapers in the hand,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In solemn guise, and whips and scourges dire:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The virgin troop (as convent laws require)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In full procession moved around the Wight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without allowing time to catch his sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or giving notice what they meant to do:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How now! cried he:&mdash;why won't you take a view?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deceived you are; regard me well I pray;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm not the silly fool you had to-day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who woman hates, and scruples seeks to raise:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Employ but me, and soon I'll gain your praise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll wonders execute; my strength appears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And; if I fail, at once cut off my ears.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At certain pleasant play I'm clever found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But as to whips&mdash;I never was renowned. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHAT means the fellow? cried a toothless nun;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What would he tell us? Hast thou nothing done?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How!&mdash;Art thou not our brat-begetter?&mdash;speak;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much the worse:&mdash;on thee our rage we'll wreak,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For him that's gone we'll make thee suffer now;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Once arms in hand, we never will allow
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such characters full punishment to miss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The play that we desire is THIS and THIS;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then whips and scourges round him 'gan to move,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not a little troublesome to prove
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The miller, writhing with the poignant smart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried loudly:&mdash;I'll exert my utmost art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good ladies, to perform what is your due;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The more he bawled, the faster lashes flew.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This work so well the aged troop achieved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He long remembered what his skin received. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHILE thus the master chastisement had got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His mule was feeding on the verdant spot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But what became of this or that, at last,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've never heard, and care not how it past.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis quite enough to save the young gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And more particulars we do not want. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My readers, for a time, could they obtain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A dozen nuns like these, where beauties reign,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would doubtless not be seen without their dress!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We do not always ev'ry wish express. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Bucking_Tub" id="Bucking_Tub"></a>THE BUCKING-TUB
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>F once in love, you'll soon invention find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not to cunning tricks and freaks be blind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youngest 'prentice, when he feels the dart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Grows wondrous shrewd, and studies wily art.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This passion never, we perceive, remains
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In want from paucity of scheming brains.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of hearts so well exerts his force,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That he receives his dues as things of course.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A bucking-tub, of which a tale is told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will prove the case, and this I'll now unfold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Particulars I heard some days ago,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From one who seemed each circumstance to know. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITHIN a country town, no matter where,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Its appellation nothing would declare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A cooper and his wife, whose name was Nan,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Kept house, and through some difficulties ran.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though scanty were their means, LOVE thither flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with him brought a friend to take a view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas Cuckoldom accompanied the boy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two gods most intimate, who like to toy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, never ceremonious, seek to please
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go where they will, still equally at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis all for them good lodging, fare, or bed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, hut or palace, pleasantly they tread. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened then, a spark this fair caressed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, when he hoped most fully to be blessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When all was ready to complete the scene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on a point:&mdash;if naught should intervene
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not NAMED howe'er will quite enough suffice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When suddenly the husband, by surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Returned from drinking at an ale-house near,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        just when, just when:&mdash;the rest is pretty clear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEY curst his coming; trouble o'er them spread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Naught could be done but hide the lover's head;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beneath a bucking-tub, in utmost haste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within the court, our gay gallant was placed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20297m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20297m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20297.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE husband, as he entered, loudly cried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've sold our bucking-tub. The wife replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What price, I pray?&mdash;Three crowns rejoined the man;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then thou'rt a silly ass, said mistress Nan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To-day, by my address, I've gained a crown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And sold the same for twenty shillings down:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My bargain luckily the first was made;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The buyer, (who of flaws is much afraid)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Examines now if ev'ry part is tight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He's in the tub to see if all be right.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What, blockhead, would'st thou do without thy wife?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou huntest taverns while she works for life;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But necessary 'tis for her to act,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When thou art out, or naught would be exact.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No pleasure ever yet received have I;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But take my word, to get it now I'll try.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gallants are plenty; husbands should have wives;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, like themselves, lead gay or sober lives. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I PRYTHEE softly, wife, the husband said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Come, come, sir, leave the tub, there's naught to dread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When you are out, I'll ev'ry quarter scrape,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then try if water from it can escape;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll warrant it to be as good as nice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nothing can be better worth the price. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUT came the lover; in the husband went;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Scraped here and there, and tried if any vent;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With candle in his hand looked round and round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not dreaming once that LOVE without was found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nothing he could see of what was done;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while the cooper sought to overrun
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The various parts, and by the tub was hid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gods already noticed thither slid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A job was by the deities proposed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That highly pleased the couple when disclosed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A very diff'rent work from what within
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband had, who scraped with horrid din,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And rubbed, and scrubbed, and beat so very well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fresh courage took our gay gallant and belle;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They now resumed the thread so sadly lost,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When, by the cooper's coming, all was crossed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE reader won't require to know the rest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What passed perhaps may easily be guessed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis quite enough, my thesis I have proved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The artful trick our pair with raptures moved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor one nor t'other was a 'prentice new;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lover be:&mdash;and wiles you'll soon pursue. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <a name="p231b" id="p231b"></a><img alt="p231b.jpg (45K)"
+       src="images/p231b.jpg" style="width:100%;"  height="515" width="652"   /> </p>
+
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Impossible_Thing" id="Impossible_Thing"></a>THE IMPOSSIBLE
+        THING
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20301m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20301m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20301.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So great a charm was prompted to impart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To one in love, that he the lady gained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And full possession in the end obtained:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The bargain was, the lover should enjoy
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle he wished, and who had proved so coy.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said Satan, soon I'll make her lend an ear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry thing more complaisant appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But then, instead of what thou might'st expect,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be obedient and let me direct,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The devil, having thus obliged a friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He'll thy commands obey, thou may'st depend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very moment; and within the hour
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thy humble servant, who has got such pow'r,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will ask for others, which at once thou'lt find;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Make no delay, for if thou art so blind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou comprehend'st, thy body and thy soul
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lovely fair no longer shall control,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Satan then upon them both shall seize,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with them do-whatever he may please:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Gainst this the spark had not a word to say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas pleasing to command, though not obey. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HE sallied forth the beauteous belle to seek,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And found her as he wished:&mdash;complying-meek;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Indulged in blisses, and most happy proved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Save that the devil always round him moved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whatever rose within the whirl of thought
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He now commanded:&mdash;quickly it was brought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And when he ordered palaces to rise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or raging tempests to pervade the skies,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The devil instantly obeyed his will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what he asked was done with wondrous skill. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20305m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20305m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20305.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        LARGE sums his purse received;&mdash;the devil went
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        just where commanded, and to Rome was sent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From whence his highness store of pardons got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No journey long, though distant was the spot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But ev'ry thing with magick ease arose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all was soon accomplished that he chose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So oft the spark was asked for orders new,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which he was bound to give the fiend at view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That soon his head most thoroughly was drained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to the fair our lover much complained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Declared the truth, and ev'ry thing detailed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How he was lost, if in commands he failed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IS'T this, said she, that makes thee so forlorn?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mere nothing!-quickly I'll remove the thorn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Satan comes, present his highness this,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which I have here, and say:&mdash;You will not miss
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make it flat, and not its curl retain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which she gave him, what with little pain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She drew from covert of the Cyprian grove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fairy labyrinth where pleasures rove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which formerly a duke so precious thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To raise a knightly order thence he sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Illustrious institution, noble plan,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More filled with gods and demi-gods than man. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lover to the crafty devil said:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis crooked this, you see, and I am led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To wish it otherwise; go, make it straight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A perfect line: no turn, nor twist, nor plait.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away to work, be quick, fly, hasten, run;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The demon fancied it could soon be done;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No time he lost, but set it in the press,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tried to manage it with great success;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The massy hammer, kept beneath the deep,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Made no impression: he as well might sleep;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er he beat: whatever charm he used:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas still the same; obedience it refused.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His time and labour constantly were lost;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Vain proved each effort: mystick skill was crossed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wind, or rain, or fog, or frost, or snow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had no effect: still circular 'twould go.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The more he tried, the ringlet less inclined
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To drop the curvature so closely twined.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How's this? said Satan, never have I seen
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such stubborn stuff wherever I have been;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The shades below no demon can produce,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That could divine what here would prove of use:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould puzzle hell to break the curling spring,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And make a line direct of such a thing. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE morn the devil to the other went:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, to give thee up I'll be content;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If solely thou wilt openly declare
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What 'tis I hold, for truly I despair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm victus I confess, and can't succeed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doubt the thing's impossible decreed. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FRIEND Satan, said the lover, you are wrong;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Despondency should not to you belong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At least so soon:&mdash;what you desire to know
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is not the only one that's found to grow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Still many more companions it has got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And others could be taken from the spot. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Picture" id="Picture"></a>THE PICTURE
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20309m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20309m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20309.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>OLICITED I've been to give a tale,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In which (though true, decorum must prevail),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The subject from a picture shall arise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That by a curtain's kept from vulgar eyes.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My brain must furnish various features new:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What's delicate and smart produce to view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By this expressed, and not by t'other said:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all so clear, most easy to be read,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By ev'ry fool, without the aid of notes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That idiot's bad indeed who never quotes. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        CATULLUS tells us, ev'ry matron sage
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Will peep most willingly (whate'er her age),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At that gigantick gift, which Juno made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Venus' fruit, in gardens oft displayed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If any belle recede, and shun the sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dissimulation she supposes right. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS principle allowed, why scruples make?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why, less than eyes, should ears a license take?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But since 'tis so resolved I'll do my best,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And naught in open terms shall be expressed:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A veil shall over ev'ry charm be cast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of gauze indeed, and this from first to last,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So nicely done, that howsoever tost,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To none I trust will any thing be lost.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who nicely thinks, and speaks with graceful ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Can current make just whatsoe'er he please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For all will pass, as I have often known:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The word well chosen, pardon soon is shown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sex o'erlook the thing no more the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The thought remains, but 'tis without a name;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No blush is raised; no difficulty found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet ev'ry body understands around. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT present, much I need this useful art:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why? you will ask; because, when I impart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such wondrous circumstances, ev'ry belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without reserve, will con them over well.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To this I answer: female ears are chaste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though roguish are their eyes, as well as taste. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BE that as 'twill, I certainly should like,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With freedom to explain, by terms oblique,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To belles, how this was broken:&mdash;that was down:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Assist me pray, ye NINE of high renown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But you are maids, and strangers, we agree,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To LOVE'S soft scenes, not knowing A from B.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Remain then, Muses, never stir an inch,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But beg the god of verse, when at a pinch,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To help me out and kind assistance lend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To choose expressions which will not offend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lest I some silly things should chance to say,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That might displeasure raise, and spoil my lay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enough, howe'er, we've on the subject said:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis time we t'wards the painting should be led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which an adventure you will find contains,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That happened once in Cupid's famed domains. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN former days, just by Cythera town
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A monastery was, of some renown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With nuns the queens of beauty filled the place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gay gallants you easily might trace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The courtier, citizen, and parson too,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The doctor and the bachelor you'd view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With eager steps:&mdash;all visits thither made;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'mong the latter, one (a pleasing blade)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had free access: was thought a prudent friend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who might to sisters many comforts lend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was always closely shaved and nicely dressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry thing he said was well expressed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The breath of scandal, howsoever pat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ne'er lighted on his neat cravat nor hat. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TWO nuns alternatively, from the youth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Experienced many services, in truth;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The one had recently a novice been;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few months had passed since she complete was seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other still the dress of novice wore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youngest's age was seventeen years, not more
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Time doubtless very proper (to be plain)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Love's wily thesis fully to sustain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The bachelor so well the fair had taught,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And they so earnestly the science sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That by experience both the art had learned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry thing most perfectly discerned. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE sisters eagerly had made one day
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An assignation with the lover gay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have the entertainment quite complete,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They'd Bacchus, Ceres too, who Venus greet:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With perfect neatness all the meats were served,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And naught from grace and elegancy swerved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wines, the custards, jellies, creams, and ice:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The decorations, ev'ry thing was nice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What pleasing objects and delights were viewed!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The room with sweetest flow'rs fair Flora strewed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sort of garden o'er the linen traced
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here lakes of love:&mdash;there names entwined were placed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Magnificence like this the nuns admired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And such amusements ardently desired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their beauty too incited to be free;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thousand matters filled their souls with glee;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In height the belles were pretty much the same
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Like alabaster fair; of perfect frame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In num'rous corners Cupid nestling lay:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Beneath a stomacher he'd slyly play,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A veil or scapulary, this or that,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where least the eye of day perceived he sat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless a lover called to mystick bow'rs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where he might hearts entwine with chains of flow'rs;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thousand times a day the urchin flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With open arms the sisters to pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their charms were such in ev'ry air and look,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both (one by one) he for his mother took. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH anxious looks, the ladies thus prepared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Expected him who all their kindness shared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now they bestowed abuse; next fondly praised:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then of his conduct dark suspicions raised,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Conceived, a new amour him kept away:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What can it be, said one, that makes him stay?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of honour an affair.&mdash;love&mdash;sickness&mdash;what?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said t'other whether it be this or that,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If here again his face he ever show,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pretty trick in turn we'll let him know. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHILE thus the couple sought their plot to frame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A convent porter with a burden came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For her who kept the stores of ev'ry kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Depositary of the whole designed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas merely a pretence, as I am told:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The things were not required for young or old;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But she much appetite had got in truth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which made her have recourse to such a youth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who was regarded, in repasts like these,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A first rate cook that all prepared at ease. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS awkward, heavy lout mistook the cell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By chance upon our ladies' room he fell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And knocked with weighty hands: they ope'd the door.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gave abuse, but soon their anger o'er,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nuns conceived a treasure they had found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, laughing heartily, no longer frowned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But both exclaimed at once: let's take this fool;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of him we easily can make a tool;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As well as t'other, don't you think he'll do?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The eldest added:&mdash;let's our whim pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis well determined;&mdash;What were we to get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That here we waited, and are waiting yet?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fine words and phrases; nothing of the kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This wight 's as good, for what we have a mind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As any bachelor or doctor wise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At all events, for present, he'll suffice. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHE rightly judged; his height, form, simple air,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry act, so clearly void of care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Raised expectation; this was AEsop's man,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He never thought: 'twas all without a plan;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both ate and drank, and, had he been at will,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would matters far have pushed, though void of skill. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        FAMILIAR grown, the fellow ready seemed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To execute whate'er was proper deemed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To serve the convent he was porter made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in their wishes nuns of course obeyed. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TIS here begins the subject we've in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The scene that faithfully our painter drew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Apollo, give me aid, assistance lend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enable me, I pray, to comprehend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Why this mean stupid rustick sat at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And left the sisters (Claudia, formed to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And lovely fair Theresa) all the care?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had he not better done to give a chair? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20317m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20317m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20317.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        I THINK I hear the god of verse reply:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not quite so fast my friend, you may rely,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These matters never can the probe endure;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I understand you; Cupid, to be sure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is doubtless found a very roguish boy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, though he please at times, will oft annoy;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm wrong a wicked whelp like this to take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, master of the ceremonies make. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NO sooner in a house the urchin gets,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But rules and laws he at defiance sets;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The place of reason whim at once assumes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Breaks ev'ry obstacle, frets, rages, fumes.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With scenes like these will Cupid oft surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And frantick passion sparkle in his eyes. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SOON on the floor was seen this boorish wight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, whether that the chair was rather slight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or that the composition of the clown
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was not, like that of geese, of softest down,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or that Theresa, by her gay discourse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had penetrated to the mystick source,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The am'rous pulpit suddenly gave way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And on the ground the rustick quickly lay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The first attempt had clearly bad success,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fair Theresa suffered you may guess. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        YE censors keep from hence your eyes prophane;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        See, honest hearts, how Claudia tried amain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To take advantage of the dire mishap,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all she could, with eagerness entrap;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For in the fall Theresa lost her hold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other pushed her:&mdash;further off she rolled;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then, what she had quitted Claudia seized;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Theresa, like a demon quite displeased,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Endeavoured to recover what she'd lost:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again to take her seat, but she was crossed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sister in possession ne'er inclined
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To cede a post so pleasant to her mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Theresa raised her hand to give a stroke;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And what of that?&mdash;if any thing provoke
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When thus engaged, unheeded it remains
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Small ills are soon forgot where pleasure reigns. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20323m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20323m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20323.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        IN spite of rage apparent in the face;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of her who in the scuffle lost her place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other followed up the road she took;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His course the rustick also ne'er forsook.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Theresa scolded; anger marked her eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Venus' games contentions oft arise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their violence no parallel has seen:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In proof, remember Menelaus' queen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though here to take a part Bellona 's found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of cuirasses I see but few around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Venus closes with the god of Thrace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her armour then appears with ev'ry grace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The FAIR will understand: enough is said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When beauty's goddess is to combat led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her body-cuirass shows superior charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Cyclops rarely forge such pleasing arms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had Vulcan graven on Achilles' shield
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The picture we've described, more praise 'twould yield. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE nun's adventure I in verse have told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not in colours, like the action, bold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as the story in the picture fails,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The latter seems to lose in my details.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pen and brush express not quite the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Eyes are not ears, however we may aim. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ENTANGLED in the net, I long have left
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fair Theresa, of her throne bereft;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er, this sister had her turn we find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much to please, the porter was inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That both were satisfied, and felt content;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Here ends our tale, and truly I lament,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That not a word about the feast is said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though I've no doubt, they freely drank and fed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this for reasons easily conceived:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The interlude gave rest that much relieved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In fine, 'twas well throughout, except, in truth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The hour of meeting settled with the youth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which much embarrasses I will avow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For if he never came and made his bow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sisters had the means, when they might please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Completely to console themselves at ease;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if the spark appeared, the belles could hide
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both clown and chair, or any thing beside
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover what he wanted soon possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And was as usual treated with the best. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Pack-Saddle" id="Pack-Saddle"></a>THE PACK-SADDLE
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20325m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20325m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20325.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> FAMOUS painter, jealous of his wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose charms he valued more than fame or life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When going on a journey used his art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To paint an ASS upon a certain part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Umbilical, 'tis said) and like a seal:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Impressive token, nothing thence to steal. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A BROTHER brush, enamoured of the dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now took advantage, and declared his flame:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Ass effaced, but God knows how 'twas done;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Another soon howe'er he had begun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And finished well, upon the very spot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In painting, few more praises ever got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But want of recollection made him place
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A saddle, where before he none could trace. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband, when returned, desired to look
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At what he drew, when leave he lately took.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yes, see my dear, the wily wife replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Ass is witness, faithful I abide.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Zounds! said the painter, when he got a sight,&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What!&mdash;you'd persuade me ev'ry thing is right?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I wish the witness you display so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And him who saddled it, were both in Hell. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Earmaker" id="Earmaker"></a>THE EAR-MAKER AND
+      </h2>
+      <h2>
+        THE MOULD-MENDER
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20329m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20329m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20329.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>HEN William went from home (a trader styled):
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Six months his better half he left with child,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A simple, comely, modest, youthful dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose name was Alice; from Champaign she came.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her neighbour Andrew visits now would pay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With what intention, needless 'tis to say:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A master who but rarely spread his net,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, first or last, with full success he met;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And cunning was the bird that 'scaped his snare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without surrendering a feather there. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        QUITE raw was Alice; for his purpose fit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not overburdened with a store of wit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of this indeed she could not be accused,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Cupid's wiles by her were never used;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Poor lady, all with her was honest part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And naught she knew of stratagem or art. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HER husband then away, and she alone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This neighbour came, and in a whining tone,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her observed, when compliments were o'er:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm all astonishment, and you deplore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To find that neighbour William's gone from hence,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And left your child's completing in suspense,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which now you bear within, and much I fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That when 'tis born you'll find it wants an ear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your looks sufficiently the fact proclaim,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For many instances I've known the same.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Good heav'ns! replied the lady in a fright;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What say you, pray?&mdash;the infant won't be right!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shall I be mother to a one-eared child?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And know you no relief that's certain styled?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Oh yes, there is, rejoined the crafty knave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From such mishap I can the baby save;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet solemnly I vow, for none but you
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'd undertake the toilsome job to do.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The ills of others, if I may be plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Except your husband's, never give me pain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But him I'd serve for ever, while I've breath;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To do him good I'd e'en encounter death.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now let us see, without more talk or fears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If I know how to forge the bantling ears.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Remember, cried the wife, to make them like.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Leave that to me, said he, I'll justly strike.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then he prepared for work; the dame gave way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not difficult she proved:&mdash;well pleased she lay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Philosophy was never less required,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Andrew's process much the fair admired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, to his work extreme attention paid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas now a tendon; then a fold he made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or cartilage, of which he formed enough,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all without complaining of the stuff.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To-morrow we will polish it, said he:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then in perfection soon the whole will be;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And from repeating this so oft, you'll get
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As perfect issue as was ever met.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm much obliged to you, the wife replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A friend is good in whom we may confide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEXT day, when tardy Time had marked the hour;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Andrew hoped again to use his pow'r,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He was not plunged in sleep, but briskly flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His purpose with the charmer to pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, all other things aside I've laid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This ear to finish, and to lend you aid.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I, the dame replied, was on the eve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To send and beg you not the job to leave;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Above stairs let us go:&mdash;away they ran,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And quickly recommenced as they began.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The work so oft was smoothed, that Alice showed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some scruples lest the ear he had bestowed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should do too much, and to the wily wight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She said, so little you the labour slight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere well if ears no more than two appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of that, rejoined the other, never fear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've guarded thoroughly against defects,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mistake like that shall ne'er your senses vex. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE ear howe'er was still in hand the same,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When from his journey home the husband came.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Saluted Alice, who with anxious look,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Exclaimed,&mdash;your work how finely you forsook,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, but for neighbour Andrew's kindness here,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our child would incomplete have been&mdash;an ear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I could not let a thing remain like this,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Andrew would not be to friends remiss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, worthy man, he left his thriving trade,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And for the babe a proper ear has made. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband, not conceiving how his wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could be so weak and ignorant of life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The circumstances made her fully tell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Repeat them o'er and on each action dwell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Enraged at length, a pistol by the bed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He seized and swore at once he'd shoot her dead.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle with tears replied, howe'er she'd swerved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such cruel treatment never she deserved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her innocence, and simple, gentle way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At length appeared his frantick rage to lay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What injury, continued she, is done?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The strictest scrutiny I would not shun;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your goods and money, ev'ry thing is right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Andrew told me, nothing he would slight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you would find much more than you could want;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this I hope to me you'll freely grant;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If falsehood I advance, my life I'll lose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your equity, I trust, will me excuse. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A LITTLE cooled, then William thus replied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We'll say no more; you have been drawn aside;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What passed you fancied acting for the best,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I'll consent to put the thing at rest;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To nothing good such altercations tend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've but a word: to that attention lend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Contrive to-morrow that I here entrap
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This fellow who has caused your sad mishap;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll utter not a word of what I've said;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be secret or at once I'll strike you dead.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Adroitly you must act: for instance say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm on a second journey gone away;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A message or a letter to him send,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soliciting that he'll on you attend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That something you have got to let him know;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To come, no doubt, the rascal won't be slow;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Amuse him then with converse most absurd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But of the EAR remember,&mdash;not a word;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That's finished now, and nothing can require;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll carefully perform what I desire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Poor innocent! the point she nicely hit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fear oft gives simpletons a sort of wit. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE arch gallant arrived; the husband came
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ascended to the room where sat his dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much noise he made, his coming to announce;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover, terrified, began to bounce;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now here, now there, no shelter could he meet;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Between the bed and wall he put his feet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And lay concealed, while William loudly knocked;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fair Alice readily the door unlocked,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, pointing with her hand, informed the spouse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where he might easily his rival rouse. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE husband ev'ry way was armed so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He four such men as Andrew could repel;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In quest of succour howsoe'er he went:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To kill him surely William never meant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But only take an ear, or what the Turks,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those savage beasts, cut off from Nature's works;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which doubtless must be infinitely worse
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Infernal practice and continual curse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas this he whispered should be Andrew's doom,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When with his easy wife he left the room;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She nothing durst reply: the door he shut,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And our gallant 'gan presently to strut,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Around and round, believing all was right,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And William unacquainted with his plight. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20337m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20337m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20337.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        THE latter having well the project weighed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now changed his plan, and other schemes surveyed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Proposed within himself revenge to take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With less parade:&mdash;less noise it then would make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And better fruit the action would produce,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than if he were apparently profuse.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he to Alice, go and seek his wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her relate the whole that caused our strife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Minutely all from first to last detail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then the better on her to prevail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hasten here, you'll hint that you have fears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Andrew risks the loss of&mdash;more than ears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For I have punishment severe in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which greatly she must wish I should not do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But if an ear-maker, like this, is caught,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The worst of chastisement is always sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such horrid things as scarcely can be said:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They make the hair to stand upon the head;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That he's upon the point of suff'ring straight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And only for her presence things await;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That though she cannot all proceedings stay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps she may some portion take away.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Go, bring her instantly, haste quickly, run;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, if she comes, I'll pardon what's been done. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH joy to Andrew's house fair Alice went;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wife to follow her appeared content;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite out of breath, alone she ran up stairs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, not perceiving him who shared her cares;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Believed he was imprisoned in a room;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while with fear she trembled for his doom;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The master (having laid aside his arms)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now came to compliment the lady's charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He gave the belle a chair, who looked most nice:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said he, ingratitude's the worst of vice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To me your husband has been wondrous kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So many services has done I find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, ere you leave this house, I'd wish to make
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A little return, and this you will partake.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When I was absent from my loving dear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Obligingly he made her babe an ear.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The compliment of course I must admire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Retaliation is what I desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And I've a thought:&mdash;your children all have got
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The nose a little short, which is a blot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A fault within the mould no doubt's the cause,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which I can mend, and any other flaws.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The business now let's execute I pray,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which the dame he took without delay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And placed her near where Andrew hid his head,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then 'gan to operate as he was led. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lady patiently his process bore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And blessed her stars that Andrew's risk was o'er
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That she had thus the dire return received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And saved the man for whom her bosom grieved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much emotion William seemed to feel,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No grace he gave, but all performed with zeal;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Retaliated ev'ry way so well,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He measure gave for measure:&mdash;ell for ell.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How true the adage, that revenge is sweet!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The plan he followed clearly was discrete;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For since he wished his honour to repair:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of any better way I'm not aware. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE whole without a murmur Andrew viewed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thanked kind Heav'n that nothing worse ensued;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One ear most readily he would have lost,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could he be certain that would pay the cost.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He thought 'twould lucky be, could he get out,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For all considered, better 'twere no doubt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Howe'er ridiculous the thing appears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have a pair of horns than lose his ears. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="River_Scamander" id="River_Scamander"></a>THE RIVER SCAMANDER
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20341m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20341m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20341.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>'M now disposed to give a pretty tale;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Men, gods, and all, his mighty influence know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And full obedience to the urchin show.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In future when I celebrate his flame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Expressions not so warm will be my aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I would not willingly abuses plant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But rather let my writings spirit want.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If in these verses I around should twirl,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some wily knave and easy simple girl,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis with intention in the breast to place;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On such occasions, dread of dire disgrace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mind to open, and the sex to set
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon their guard 'gainst snares so often met.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gross ignorance a thousand has misled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For one that has been hurt by what I've said. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'VE read that once, an orator renowned
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Greece, where arts superior then were found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By law's severe decree, compelled to quit
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His country, and to banishment submit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Resolved that he a season would employ,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In visiting the site of ancient Troy.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His comrade, Cymon, with him thither went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To view those ruins, we so oft lament.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hamlet had been raised from Ilion's wall,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ennobled by misfortune and its fall;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where now mere names are Priam and his court;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of all devouring Time the prey and sport. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20345m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20345m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20345.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        O TROY! for me thy very name has got
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Superior charms:&mdash;in story fruitful spot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thy famed remains I ne'er can hope to view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That gods by labour raised, and gods o'erthrew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those fields where daring acts of valour shone;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So many fights were lost:&mdash;so many won. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT to resume my thread, and not extend
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much the subjects which our plan suspend;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This Cymon, who's the hero of our tale,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When walking near the banks that form the dale
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Through which Scamander's waters freely flow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Observed a youthful charmer thither go,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To breathe the cool refreshing breeze around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That on its verdant borders oft she'd found.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her veil was floating, and her artless dress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A shepherdess seemed clearly to express.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Tall, elegantly formed, with beauteous mien,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry feature lovely to be seen,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young Cymon felt emotion and surprise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thought 'twas Venus that had caught his eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who on the river's side her charms displayed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Those wondrous treasures all perfection made. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A GROT was nigh, to which the simple fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not dreaming ills, was anxious to repair;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The heat, some evil spirit, and the place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Invited her the moment to embrace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To bathe within the stream that near her ran;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And instantly her project she began. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE spark concealed himself; each charm admired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now this, now that, now t'other feature fired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred beauties caught his eager sight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while his bosom felt supreme delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He turned his thoughts advantages to take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And of the maiden's error something make;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Assumed the character, and dress; and air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That should a wat'ry deity declare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within the gliding flood his vestments dipt:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A crown of rushes on his head he slipt;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Aquatick herbs and plants around he twined:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then Mercury intreated to be kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Cupid too, the wily god of hearts;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How could the innocent resist these arts? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length a foot so fair the belle exposed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en Galatea never such disclosed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The stream, that glided by, received the prize;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her lilies she beheld with downcast eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, half ashamed, herself surveyed at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While round the zephyrs wantoned in the breeze. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN thus engaged, the lover near her drew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At whose approach away the damsel flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tried to hide within the rocky cell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried Cymon, I beneath these waters dwell,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And o'er their course a sov'reign right maintain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Be goddess of the flood, and with me reign;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few rivers could with you like pow'rs divide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My crystal's clear: in me you may confide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My heart is pure; with flow'rs I'll deck the stream,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If worthy of yourself the flood you deem;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too happy should this honour you bestow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with me, 'neath the current, freely go.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your fair companions, ev'ry one I'll make
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A nymph of fountains, hill, or grove, or lake;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My pow'r is great, extending far around
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where'er the eye can reach, 'tis fully found. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE eloquence he used, her fears and dread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lest she might give offence by what she said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In spite of bashfulness that bliss alloys,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon all concluded with celestial joys.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis even said that Cupid lent supplies;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From superstition many things arise. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE spark withdrew, delighted by success;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Return said he:&mdash;we'll mutually caress;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But secret prove: let none our union learn;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Concealment is to me of high concern;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make it publick would improper be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till on Olympus' mount the gods we see,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In council met, to whom I'll state the case;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this the new-made goddess left the place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry thing contented as a dove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fully witnessed by the god of love.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Two months had passed, and not a person knew
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their frequent meetings, pleasure to pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O mortals! is it true, as we are told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That ev'ry bliss at last is rendered cold?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sly gallant, though not a word he said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The grot to visit now was rarely led. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AT length a wedding much attention caught;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lads and lasses of the hamlet sought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see the couple pass: the belle perceived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The very man for whom her bosom heaved,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And loudly cried, behold Scamander's flood!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which raised surprise; soon numbers round her stood,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Astonishment expressed, but still the fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er was asked, would nothing more declare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than, in the spacious, blue, ethereal sky,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her marriage would be soon, they might rely.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A laugh prevailed; for what was to be done?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god with hasty steps away had run,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And none with stones pursued his rapid flight:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The deity was quickly ought of sight. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WERE this to happen now, Scamander's stream
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would not so easily preserve esteem;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But crimes like these (whoever was abused),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In former days, were easily excused.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With time our maxims change, and what was then,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though wrong at present, may prevail agen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Scamander's spouse some raillery received;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But in the end she fully was relieved:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lover e'en superior thought her charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (His taste was such) and took her to his arms.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gods can nothing spoil! but should they cause
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A belle to lose a portion of applause,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A handsome fortune give, and you'll behold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That ev'ry thing can be repaired by gold. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Confidant_Without" id="Confidant_Without"></a>A CONFIDANT
+        WITHOUT KNOWING IT;
+      </h2>
+      <h2>
+        OR THE STRATAGEM
+      </h2>
+
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20351m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20351m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20351.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">N</span>O master sage, nor orator I know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who can success, like gentle Cupid show;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His ways and arguments are pleasing smiles,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Engaging looks, soft tears, and winning wiles.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Wars in his empire will at times arise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, in the field, his standard meet the eyes;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Now stealing secretly, with skilful lure.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He penetrates to hearts supposed secure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'erleaps the ramparts that protect around,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And citadels reduces, most renowned. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I DARE engage, two fortresses besiege
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Leave one to Mars, and t'other to this liege.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And though the god of war should numbers bring,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With all the arms that can his thunders fling,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Before the fort he'll vainly waste his time,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While Cupid, unattended, in shall climb,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Obtain possession perfectly at ease,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And grant conditions just as he shall please. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I NOW propose to give a fav'rite tale:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The god of Love was never known to fail,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In finding stratagems, as I have read,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many have I seen most nicely spread. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE young Aminta was Gerontes' wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With whom she lived, it seems, a wretched life.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Far better she deserved than what she had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For he was jealous, and his temper bad:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An aged hunks, while she was in the hour
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When hearts, that never felt LOVE'S mighty pow'r,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Are presently by tender objects caught,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which ne'er before had entered in the thought. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN first Aminta saw young Cleon's face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lad possessing all engaging grace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Much prudence then she ev'ry way displayed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en more perhaps than necessary made.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For though we may suppose the lovely fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would ev'ry effort use to 'scape the snare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Yet when the god of soft persuasion takes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fatal moment, havock soon he makes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In vain his duty, any thing opposed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If once the tender sentiment's disclosed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Aminta consolation had in view
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas that alone the passion from her drew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A meeting innocent, to vent her tears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, to a feeling friend, express her fears.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis represented thus I cannot doubt;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But sight of meat brings appetite about;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if you would avoid the tempting bit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis better far at table not to sit. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AMINTA hoped to render Cleon kind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Poor innocent! as yet to dangers blind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These conversations she was led to deem,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mere friendly ways that raised sincere esteem;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this alone she ardently desired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without supposing more would be required,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or any thing improper be the case:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She'd rather die than suffer such disgrace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas difficult the business to commence;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A letter 's often lost, or gives offence,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And many serious accidents arrive:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have a confidant 'twere better strive;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But where could such a female friend be found?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Gerontes dreaded was by all around.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've said already, Cupid will obtain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One way or t'other, what he wants to gain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this will show the observation just
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The maxim's such as you may always trust. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A FEMALE relative young Cleon had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A peevish prude, who looked upon the lad,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As one she had a right to rule and scold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her name was Mistress Alice: sour and old. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE summer's day, Aminta to her said:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I cannot think how 'tis, your cousin's led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Though quite indifferent he is to me,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And doubtless such will ever prove to be)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With various fond attentions, to pretend,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He loves me&mdash;much beyond a common friend.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My window oft he passes day and night;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I cannot move a step, but he's in sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in a moment at my heels appears;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Notes, letters full of soft expressions, dears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To me are sent by one I will not name,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For known to you, she would be thought to blame:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pray put an end to such a wild pursuit
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It nothing can produce but wretched fruit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My husband may take fire at things like these;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And as to Cleon.&mdash;me he'll never please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll thank you to inform him what I say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such steps are useless: folly they betray. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MUCH praise Aminta from the dame received;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who promised that the conduct, which aggrieved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Cleon she would mention, as desired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And reprimand him, as the fault required:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well would scold him, that she might be sure,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From him in future she would be secure. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE foll'wing day our youth to Alice came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pay a visit solely was his aim;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She told him what Aminta had declared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, in her lecture, words by no means spared.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lad, surprised, on oath the whole denied,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And vowed to gain her love, he never tried.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Old Alice called her cousin, imp of Hell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Said she, in all that's wicked, you excel;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You will not all your base designs confess;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The oaths are false on which you lay such stress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And punishment most richly you deserve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But false or true, from this I will not swerve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That you should recollect, Aminta 's chaste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And never will submit to be disgraced;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Renounce her from this hour; no more pursue:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That easily, said Cleon, I can do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Away he went: the case considered o'er;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But still the myst'ry he could not explore. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THREE days had scarcely passed: Aminta came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pay a visit to our ancient dame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried she I fear, you have not seen as yet,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This youth, who worse and worse appears to get.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Rage, Mistress Alice, instantly o'erspread,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry thing that's vile she of him said. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NO sooner had Aminta gone away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But she for Cleon sent without delay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He presently appeared; yet to detail
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How Alice stormed, I certainly should fail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unless an iron tongue I could obtain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All Hell was ransacked epithets to gain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Lucifer and Beelzebub were used:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No mortal ever was so much abused. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        QUITE terrified, poor lad, he scarcely knew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her fury was so great, what best to do;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If he allowed that he had acted wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twould wound his conscience and defile his tongue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He home repaired, and turning in his mind
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What he had heard, at length his thoughts inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To fancy that Aminta was disposed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To play some cunning trick, which, not disclosed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would operate to bring her wish about;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I see, said he, the scheme I should not doubt;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It surely is my duty kind to be:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Methinks I hear her freely say to me,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O Cleon! show affection, I am yours;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I love her too, for beauty that secures;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And while her seraph charms my bosom fire;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I equally the stratagem admire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most freely howsoe'er I will confess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At first I was so dull, I could not guess
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At what she aimed, but now the object's plain:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Aminta o'er my heart desires to reign. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS minute, if I durst, I'd thither go,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, full of confidence, declare my woe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The subtle flame that burns without controul;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What hurt to paint feelings of my soul?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From balance of accounts 'twill both exempt:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis better far to love than show contempt.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But should the husband find me in the house?&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ne'er think of that, and try the hunks to chouse. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THEIR course had hardly run three other days,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When fair Aminta, studious still of ways
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To have her wish, again to Alice came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give dear Cleon notice of her flame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My home, cried she, 'tis requisite I leave:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To ruin me, your cousin, I perceive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is still resolved, for presents now he sends;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But he mistakes, and blindly wealth expends;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm clearly not the woman he suspects:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        See here, what jewels rare to please the sex!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nice rubies, diamonds too, but what is more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        My portrait I have found among the store,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which must have been from memory designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since only with my husband that you'll find. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN I arose, this person known to you,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose name I must conceal (to honour true),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Arrived and brought me what I just have shown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole should at your cousin's head be thrown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And were he present:&mdash;but I'll curb my rage;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Allow me to proceed, and you engage
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hear the rest:&mdash;he word has also sent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That as to-day he knew my husband went
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On business to his cottage in the wood,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where he would sleep the night, he understood,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No sooner should the servants be in bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Morpheus' robe be o'er their senses spread,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But to my dressing room he would repair:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What can he hope, such project to declare?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A meeting place indeed!&mdash;he must be mad;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were I not fearful 'twould affliction add
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To my old husband, I would set a watch,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who, at the entrance, should the villain catch;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or put him instantly to shame and flight;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This said, she presently was out of sight. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AN hour had passed when Cleon came anew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The jewels at him in a moment flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scarcely Mistress Alice could refrain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From wreaking further vengeance on the swain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is this your plan? cried she; but what is worse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I find you still desire a greater curse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then she told him all Aminta said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When last to visit her the fair was led. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HIMSELF most fully warned the youth now thought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I loved, cried he, 'tis true; but that is naught,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since nothing from the belle I must expect:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In future her completely I'll neglect.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That is the line, said Alice, you should take;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lad howe'er was fully now awake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thoroughly resolved to seek the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose cunning wiles had set him in a flame. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE midnight hour the clock no sooner told;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than Cleon ran the myst'ry to unfold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And to the spot repaired, which he supposed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Aminta meant, from what had been disclosed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The place was well described, and there he found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Awaiting at the door, this belle renowned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without attendants: sleep their eyes o'erspread:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Behind thick clouds the very stars had fled:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As all had been expected, in he went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most thoroughly they both appeared content;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Few words were used: in haste the pair withdrew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where ev'ry wish at ease they might pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The smart gallant at once her beauty praised;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His admiration presently was raised;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sweet kindness followed; charms were oft admired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all was managed as their hearts desired. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SAID youthful Cleon, now you'll tell me why
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This stratagem you were induced to try?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For such before in love was never seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis excellent, and worthy Beauty's queen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lovely blush o'erspread Aminta's face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gave her lily-cheeks superior grace.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He praised her person, artifice, and wit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And did whate'er the moments would admit. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Clyster" id="Clyster"></a>THE CLYSTER
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20361m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20361m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20361.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>F truth give pleasure, surely we should try;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To found our tales on what we can rely;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Th' experiment repeatedly I've made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seen how much realities persuade:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They draw attention: confidence awake;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fictitious names however we should take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And then the rest detail without disguise:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis thus I mean to manage my supplies. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened then near Mans, a Normand town,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For sapient people always of renown,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A maid not long ago a lover had
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Brisk, pleasing, ev'ry way a handsome lad;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The down as yet was scarcely on his chin;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl was such as many wished to win:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had charms and fortune, all that was desired,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And by the Mansian sparks was much admired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Around they swarmed, but vain was all their art
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Too much our youth possessed the damsel's heart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE parents, in their wisdom, meant the fair
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should marry one who was a wealthy heir;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But she contrived to manage matters well;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In spite of ev'ry thing which might repel,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (I know not how) at length he had access;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though whether through indulgence or address,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It matters not: perhaps his noble blood
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might work a change when fully understood:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The LUCKY, ev'ry thing contrives to please;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The rest can nothing but misfortune seize. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lover had success; the parents thought
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His merit such as prudence would have sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What more to wish?&mdash;the miser's hoarded store:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The golden age's wealth is now no more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A silly shadow, phantom of the brain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O happy time! I see indeed with pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thou wilt return:&mdash;in MAINE thou shalt arise;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thy innocence, we fondly may surmise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had seconded our lover's ardent flame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hastened his possession of the dame. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE slowness usually in parents found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Induced the girl, whose heart by LOVE was bound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To celebrate the Hymeneal scene,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As in the statutes of Cythera's queen.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our legendary writers this define
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A present contract, where they nothing sign;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The thing is common;&mdash;marriage made in haste:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        LOVE'S perparation: Hymen's bit for taste. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NOT much examination Cupid made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As parent, lawyer, priest, he lent his aid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon concluded matters as desired;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Mansian wisdom no ways was required. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR spark was satisfied, and with his belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Passed nights so happy, nothing could excel;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere easy to explain;&mdash;the double keys,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gifts designed the chambermaid to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Made all secure, and ev'ry joy abound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The soft delights with secrecy were crowned. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IT happened that our fair one evening said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To her who of each infant step had led,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But of the present secret nothing knew:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I feel unwell; pray tell me what to do.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other answered, you my dear must take
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A remedy that easily I'll make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A clyster you shall have to-morrow morn:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By me most willingly it will be borne. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN midnight came the sly gallant appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unluckily no doubt, but he revered
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The moments that so pleasantly were passed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which always seemed, he thought, to glide too fast;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Relief he sought, for ev'ry one below
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is destined torments more or less to know.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He not a word was told of things designed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And just as our gallant to sleep inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As oft's the case at length with lovers true,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Quite open bright Aurora's portals flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with a smile the aged dame arrived;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The apparatus properly contrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was in her hand, she hastened to the bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And took the side that to the stripling led. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        OUR lady fair was instantly confused,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or she precaution properly had used,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas easy to have kept a steady face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And 'neath the clothes the other's head to place.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Pass presently beyond the hidden swain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And t'other side with rapid motion gain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thing quite natural, we should suppose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But fears o'erpow'red; the frightened damsel chose
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hide herself, then whispered her gallant,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What mighty terrors made her bosom pant.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The youth was sage, and coolly undertook
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To offer for her:&mdash;t'other 'gan to look,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With spectacles on nose: soon all went right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Adieu, she cried, and then withdrew from sight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Heav'n guard her steps, and all conduct away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose presence secret friendships would betray: <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SHOULD this be thought a silly, idle tale;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (And that opinion may perhaps prevail)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To censure me, enough will surely try,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For criticks are severe, and these will cry,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your lady like a simpleton escaped;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her character you better might have shaped;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which makes us doubt the truth of what is told:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Naught in your prologue like it we behold. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'TWERE sueless to reply: 'twould endless prove:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No arguments such censurers could move;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On men like these, devoid of sense or taste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In vain might Cicero his rhet'rick waste.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sufficient 'tis for me, that what is here,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I got from those who ev'ry-where appear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friends of truth:&mdash;let others say the same;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What more would they expect should be my aim? <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Indiscreet_Confession" id="Indiscreet_Confession"></a>THE
+        INDISCREET CONFESSIONS
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20367m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20367m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20367.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">F</span>AMED Paris ne'er within its walls had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such magick charms as were Aminta's lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Youth, beauty, temper, fortune, she possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And all that should a husband render blessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mother still retained her 'neath the wing;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her father's riches well might lovers bring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whate'er his daughter wished, he would provide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Amusements, jewels, dress, and much beside. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BLITHE Damon for her having felt the dart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle received the offer of his heart;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well he managed and expressed his flame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That soon her lord and master he became,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By Hymen's right divine, you may conceive,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nothing short of it you should believe. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A YEAR had passed, and still our charming pair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were always pleased, and blisses seemed to share;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (The honeymoon appeared but just began)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hopes were entertained to have a son,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Damon on the subject chanced to touch:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In truth, said he, my soul is troubled much;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        There is a fact, my dear, to you I'll tell:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I wish sincerely (since I love so well)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That for another, I had never known
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such fond affection as to you I've shown;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And none but you had entered in my breast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So worthy ev'ry way to be caressed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I have howe'er experienced other flame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fault's acknowledged: I confess my shame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas in a wood; the nymph was young and nice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Cupid only near to give advice;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So well he managed:&mdash;or so ill, you'll say;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A little girl I've living at this day. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20371m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20371m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20371.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <p>
+        WHAT, cried Aminta, now to you I'll state;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What happened once to be your spouse's fate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I was at home alone, to say the truth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When thither came by chance a sprightly youth.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lad was handsome, with engaging mien;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I felt his worth:&mdash;my nature is serene;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short so many things were our employ,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've still upon my hands a little boy. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THESE words no sooner had escaped the belle,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Than Damon into jealous torments fell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With rage he left the room; and on his way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A large pack-saddle near his footsteps lay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which on his back he put, then cried aloud,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm saddled! see; round quickly came a crowd;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father, mother, all the servants ran;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The neighbours too; the husband then began
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To state the circumstance that gave him pain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And fully all the folly to explain. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE reader must not fail to keep in mind;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Aminta's parents were both rich and kind,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And having only her to be their heir,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The aged couple let the youthful pair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With all their train, within the house reside,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And tranquilly the moments seemed to glide. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THU mother fondly to her daughter flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father followed, keeping her in view;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The dame went in, but he remained without:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To listen he designed beyond a doubt;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The door was on the jar; the sage drew near;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, to all they said, he lent an ear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady thus he heard reproach her child:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You're clearly wrong; most silly may be styled;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've many simpletons and ninnies seen;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But such as you before there ne'er has been:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who'd have believed you indiscreet like this?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who forced you to reveal what was amiss?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What obligation to divulge the fact?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More girls than one have failed to be exact;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Devil's crafty; folks are wicked too;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But that is no excuse, however true;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In convents all of us should be immured,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till perfectly by Hymen's bands secured. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'EN I who speak, alas! have troubles met;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Within my bosom oft I feel regret;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Three children ere my marriage I had got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have I your father told this secret blot?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have we together been less happy found?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The list'ner had no sooner heard the sound,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But like a man distracted off he flew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The saddle's girth, which hazard near him threw;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He took and fastened tightly 'bout his waist,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Then bawled around and round with anxious haste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm girth'd! d'ye see, completely taken in;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The people stared, an 'gan to laugh and grin.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though each was conscious, if the truth were known;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The ridicule in turn might be his own. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BOTH husbands madly ran from cross to square,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with their foolish clamours rent the air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm saddled, hooted one; I'm girth'd, said this;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The latter some perhaps will doubt, and hiss;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such things however should not be disbelieved
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For instance, recollect (what's well received),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Roland learned the pleasures and the charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His rival, in the grot, had in his arms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With fist he gave his horse so hard a blow,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It sunk at once to realms of poignant woe.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Might he not, training, round the hapless beast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From weight of saddle have its back released,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And putting it upon his own, have cried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'm saddled, I'm girth'd, and much beside;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (No matter this or that, since each is good,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which Echo would repeat from hill to wood?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You see that truth may be discovered here;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That's not enough; its object should appear;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And that I'll show as further we proceed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your full attention I of course shall need. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE happy Damon clearly seems to me,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As poor a thing as any we shall see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His confidence would soon have spoiled the whole,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To leave a belle like this without control!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her simplicity I much admire:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Confess herself to spouse, as if a friar!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What silliness! imprudence is a word,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which here to use would truly be absurd.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To my discourse two heads alone remain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The marriage vow you always should maintain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Its faith the pair should ever keep in view:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The path of honour steadily pursue.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If some mishap howe'er should chance to glide;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And make you limp on one or t'other side,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Endeavour, of the fault, to make the best,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And keep the secret locked within your breast;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your own consideration never lose;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Untruth 'tis pardonable then to use. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doubt my pages nice advice supply;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Is't what I've followed?&mdash;No, you may rely! <br /><br /><br /><br />
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Contract" id="Contract"></a>THE CONTRACT
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20377m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20377m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20377.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The fertile subject never will be dry:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis inexhaustible, you may rely.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No man's exempt from evils such as these:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who thinks himself secure, but little sees.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One laughs at sly intrigues who, ere 'tis long,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        May, in his turn, be sneered at by the throng:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With such vicissitudes, to be cast down,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Appears rank nonsense worthy Folly's crown.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He, whose adventures I'm about to write,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In his mischances,&mdash;found what gave delight. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A CERTAIN Citizen, with fortune large,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When settled with a handsome wife in charge,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not long attended for the marriage fruit:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady soon put matters 'yond dispute;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Produced a girl at first, and then a boy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To fill th' expecting parent's breast with joy. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE son, when grown of size, a tutor had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No pedant rude, with Greek and Latin mad,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But young and smart, a master too of arts,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Particularly learned in what imparts,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The gentle flame, the pleasing poignant pang,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That Ovid formerly so sweetly sang.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some knowledge of good company he'd got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A charming voice and manner were his lot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if we may disclose the mystick truth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas Cupid who preceptor made the youth.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He with the brother solely took a place,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That better he the sister's charms might trace;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And under this disguise he fully gained
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What he desired, so well his part he feigned:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An able master, or a lover true,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To teach or sigh, whichever was in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So thoroughly he could attention get,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Success alike in ev'ry thing he met. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN little time the boy could construe well
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The odes of Horace:&mdash;Virgil's fable tell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And she whose beauty caught the tutor's eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A perfect mistress got of heaving sighs.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So oft she practised what the master taught,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her stomach feeble grew, whate'er was sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And strange suspicions of the cause arose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which Time at length was driven to disclose. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MOST terribly the father raged and swore;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our learned master, frightened, left the door,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady wished to take the youth for life;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The spark desired to make the girl his wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both had the Hymeneal knot in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And mutual soft affection fondly knew.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At present love is little more than name:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In matrimony, gold's the only aim.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The belle was rich, while he had nothing got;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For him 'twas great:&mdash;for her a narrow lot. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O DIRE corruption, age of wretched ways!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What strange caprice such management displays!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Shall we permit this fatal pow'r to reign?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Base int'rest's impulse: hideous modern stain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The curse of ev'ry tender soft delight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That charms the soul and fascinates the sight. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        BUT truce to moral; let's our tale resume;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The daughter scared; the father in a fume;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What could be done the evil to repair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hide the sad misfortune of the fair?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What method seek?&mdash;They married her in haste;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But not to him who had the belle debased,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For reasons I've sufficiently detailed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To gain her hand a certain wight prevailed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who store of riches relished far above
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The charms of beauty, warmed with fondest love.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Save this the man might well enough be thought:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In family and wealth just what was sought;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But whether fool or not, I cannot trace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Since he was unacquainted with the case;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And if he'd known it, was the bargain bad?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Full twenty thousand pounds he with her had
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sprightly youthful wife to ease his care,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And with him ev'ry luxury to share. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HOW many tempted by the golden ore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have taken wives whose slips they know before;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this good man the lady chaste believed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So truly well she managed and deceived.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when four months had passed, the fair-one showed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How very much she to her lessons owed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A little girl arrived: the husband stared
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cried he, what father of a child declared!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The time's too short: four months! I'm taken in!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A family should not so soon begin. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        AWAY he to the lady's father flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And of his shame a horrid picture drew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Proposed to be divorced: much rage disclosed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The parent smiled and said, pray be composed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Speak not so loud: we may be overheard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And privacy is much to be preferred.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A son-in-law, like you, I once appeared,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And similar misfortune justly feared;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Complaint I made, and mentioned a divorce;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of heat and rage the ordinary course. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE father of my wife, who's now no more,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Heav'n guard his soul, the loss I oft deplore,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A prudent honest man as any round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To calm my mind, a nice specifick found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The pill was rather bitter, I admit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But gilding made it for the stomach fit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which he knew how to manage very well:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No doctor in it him could e'er excel;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To satisfy my scruples he displayed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A CONTRACT (duly stamped and ably made),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Four thousand to secure, which he had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On similar occasion for a blot;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His lady's father gave it to efface
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Domestick diff'rences and like disgrace:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With this my spouse's fortune he increased;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And instantly my dire complaining ceased.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From family to family the deed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should pass, 'twill often prove a useful meed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I kept it for the purpose:&mdash;do the same
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Your daughter, married, may have equal blame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On this the son-in-law the bond received,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, with a bow, departed much relieved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        MAY Heav'n preserve from trouble those who find,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At cheaper rate, to be consoled inclined. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Quid_Pro_Quo" id="Quid_Pro_Quo"></a>THE QUID PRO QUO;
+      </h2>
+      <h2>
+        OR THE MISTAKES
+      </h2>
+
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20385m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20385m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20385.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">D</span>AME FORTUNE often loves a laugh to raise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, playing off her tricks and roguish ways,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Instead of giving us what we desire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Mere quid pro quo permits us to acquire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I've found her gambols such from first to last,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And judge the future by experience past.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fair Cloris and myself felt mutual flame;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, when a year had run, the sprightly dame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Prepared to grant me, if I may be plain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Some slight concessions that would ease my pain.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This was her aim; but whatsoe'er in view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis opportunity we should pursue;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lover, who's discreet, will moments seize;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry effort then will tend to please. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        ONE eve I went this charming fair to see;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband happened (luckily for me)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To be abroad; but just as it was night
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The master came, not doubting all was right;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No Cloris howsoe'er was in the way;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A servant girl, of disposition gay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Well known to me, with pretty smiling face,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis said, was led to take her lady's place.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mistress' loss for once was thus repaid;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The barter mutual:&mdash;wife against the maid. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WITH many tales like this the books abound;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But able hands are necessary found,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To place the incidents, arrange the whole,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That nothing may be forced nor feel control.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The urchin blind, who sees enough to lay
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His num'rous snares, such tricks will often play.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The CRADLE in Boccace excels the most,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As to myself I do not mean to boast,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But fear, a thousand places, spite of toil,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By him made excellent, my labours spoil.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Tis time howe'er with preface to have done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And show, by some new turn, or piece of fun,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (While easy numbers from my pencil flow,)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of Fortune and of Love the quid pro quo.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In proof, we'll state what happened at Marseilles:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The story is so true, no doubt prevails. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THERE Clidamant, whose proper name my verse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Prom high respect, refuses to rehearse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lived much at ease: not one a wife had got,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Throughout the realm, who was so nice a lot,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her virtues, temper, and seraphick charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should have secured the husband to her arms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But he was not to constancy inclined;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The devil's crafty; snares has often twined
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Around and round, with ev'ry subtle art,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When love of novelty he would impart. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE lady had a maid, whose form and size,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Height, easy manners, action, lips, and eyes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were thought to be so very like her own,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That one from t'other scarcely could be known;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mistress was the prettiest of the two;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But, in a mask where much escapes the view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twas very difficult a choice to make,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And feel no doubts which better 'twere to take. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE Marseillesian husband, rather gay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With mistress Alice was disposed to play;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (For such was called the maid we just have named;)
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To show coquettish airs the latter aimed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And met his wishes with reproof severe;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But to his plan the lover would adhere,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And promised her at length a pretty sum:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A hundred crowns, if to his room she'd come.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To pay the girl with kindness such as this,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In my opinion, was not much amiss.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At that rate what should be the mistress' price?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perhaps still less: she might not be so nice.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I mistake; the lady was so coy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No spark, whatever art he could employ,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How cleverly soe'er he laid the snare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would have succeeded, spite of ev'ry care.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor presents nor attentions would have swayed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should I have mentioned presents as an aid?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Alas! no longer these are days of old!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By Love both nymph and shepherdess are sold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He sets the price of many beauties rare;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This was a god;&mdash;now nothing but a mayor. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O ALTERED times! O customs how depraved!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At first fair Alice frowardly behaved;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But in the sequel 'gan to change her way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And said, her mistress, as the foll'wing day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A certain remedy to take designed;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, in the morning then, if so inclined,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They could at leisure in the cavern meet;&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The plan was pleasing: all appeared discreet. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE servant, having to her mistress said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What projects were in view: what nets were spread;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The females, 'tween themselves, a plot contrived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of Quid pro quo, against the hour arrived.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband of the trick was ne'er aware,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much the mistress had her servant's air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But if he had, what then? no harm of course;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She might have lectured him with double force. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        NEXT day but one, gay Clidamant, whose joy
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Appeared so great, 'twas free from all alloy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By hazard met a friend, to whom he told
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (Most indiscreetly) what to him was sold;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How Cupid favoured what he most required,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And freely granted all he had desired.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though large the blessing, yet he grudged the cost;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sum gave pain: a hundred crowns were lost!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friend proposed they should at once decide,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The charge and pleasure 'tween them to divide.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our husband thought his purse not over strong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That saving fifty crowns would not be wrong.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But then, on t'other hand, to lend the fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In ev'ry view had got an awkward air;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would she, as was proposed, consent to two?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To keep things secret would their lips be true?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or was it fair to sacrifice her charms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And lay her open thus to dire alarms? <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE friend this difficulty soon removed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And represented that the cavern proved
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So very dark, the girl would be deceived;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With one more shrewd the trick might be achieved.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sufficient howsoever it would be,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If they by turns, and silent, could agree
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To meet the belle, and leave to Love the rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From whom they hoped assistance if distressed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such silence to observe no hurt could do,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Alice would suppose, a prudent view
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Retained the tongue, since walls have often ears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And, being mum, expressive was of fears. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        WHEN thus the two gallants their plan had laid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And ev'ry promised pleasure fully weighed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They to the husband's mansion made their way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where yet the wife between the bed-clothes lay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The servant girl was near her mistress found;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her dress was plain: no finery around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, 'twas such that, when the moment came;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To fail the meeting could not be her aim. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE friends disputed which the lead should take,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And strong pretentions both appeared to make;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband, honours home would not allow:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such compliments were out of fashion now.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To settle this, at length three dice they took;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The friend was highest placed in Fortune's book.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The both together to the cavern flew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And for the servant soon impatient grew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Alice never came, and in her room
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mistress, softly treading 'mid the gloom,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The necessary signal gently gave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        On which she entered presently the cave,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this so suddenly, no time was found
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To make remarks on change or errors round,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or any diff'rence 'tween the friend and spouse;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short, before suspicions 'gan to rouse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or alteration lent the senses aid:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To LOVE, a sacrifice was fully made.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lucky wight more pleasure would have felt,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If sensible he'd been with whom he dealt:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mistress rather more of beauty had,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And QUALITY of course must something add. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THIS scene just ended, t'other actor came,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Whose prompt arrival much surprised the dame,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For, as a husband, Clidamant had ne'er
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Such ardour shown, he seemed beyond his sphere.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady to the girl imputed this,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thought, to hint it, would not be amiss. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE entertainment o'er, away they went
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To quit the dark abode they were intent.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The partner in amour repaired above;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But when the husband saw his wedded love
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Ascend the stairs, and she the friend perceived,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We well may judge how bosoms beat and heaved. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE master of the house conceived it best
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To keep the whole a secret in his breast.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But to discover ALL, his lovely rib
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Appeared disposed, though wives can often fib;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The silliest of the throng (or high or low),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Most perfectly the science seem to know. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        SOME will pretend that Alice, in her heart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was sorry she had acted such a part,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not a better method sought to gain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The money which had caused her master's pain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lamented much the case, and tried to please
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By ev'ry means that might his trouble ease.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But this is merely with design to make
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The tale a more impressive feature take. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        TWO questions may agitate around;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The one, if 'mong the brotherhood renowned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The husband, who thus felt disgraced,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Should (with the usual ornaments) be placed?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I no grounds for such conclusion see:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both friend and wife were from suspicion free;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of one another they had never thought,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though in the mystick scene together brought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other is:&mdash;Should she, who was misused,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Have sought revenge for being so abused?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though this sufficiently I have maintained,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lady inconsolable remained. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        HEAV'N guard the FAIR, who meet with ills like these,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And nothing can their wounded minds appease:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I many know howe'er, who would but laugh,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And treat such accidents as light as chaff.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But I have done: no more of that or this;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        May ev'ry belle receive her lot of bliss! <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Dress-Maker" id="Dress-Maker"></a>THE DRESS-MAKER
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20395m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20395m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20395.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> CLOISTERED nun had a lover
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dwelling in the neighb'ring town;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Both racked their brains to discover
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How they best their love might crown.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The swain to pass the convent-door!&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No easy matter!&mdash;Thus they swore,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And wished it light.&mdash;I ne'er knew a nun
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In such a pass to be outdone:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In woman's clothes the youth must dress,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And gain admission. I confess
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The ruse has oft been tried before,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But it succeeded as of yore.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Together in a close barred cell
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lovers were, and sewed all day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor heeded how time flew away.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;What's that I hear? Refection bell!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;'Tis time to part. Adieu!&mdash;Farewell!&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;How's this?&rdquo; exclaimed the abbess, &ldquo;why
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;The last at table?&rdquo;&mdash;&ldquo;Madam, I
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Have had my dress-maker.&rdquo;&mdash;&ldquo;The rent
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;On which you've both been so intent
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Is hard to stop, for the whole day
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To sew and mend, you made her stay;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Much work indeed you've had to do!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;&mdash;Madam, 't would last the whole night through,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;When in our task we find enjoyment
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;There is no end of the employment.&rdquo; <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Gascon" id="Gascon"></a>THE GASCON
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span> AM always inclined to suspect
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The best story under the sun
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As soon as by chance I detect
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That teller and hero are one. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        We're all of us prone to conceit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And like to proclaim our own glory,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But our purpose we're apt to defeat
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As actors in chief of our story. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To prove the truth of what I state
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Let me an anecdote relate:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A Gascon with his comrade sat
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At tavern drinking. This and that
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        He vaunted with assertion pat.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From gasconade to gasconade
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Passed to the conquests he had made
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In love. A buxom country maid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who served the wine, with due attention
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Lent patient ear to each invention,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And pressed her hands against her side
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her bursting merriment to hide.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To hear our Gascon talk, no Sue
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor Poll in town but that he knew;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With each he'd passed a blissful night
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More to their own than his delight.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This one he loved for she was fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That for her glossy ebon hair.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One miss, to tame his cruel rigour,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had brought him gifts.&mdash;She owned his vigour
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In short it wanted but his gaze
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To set each trembling heart ablaze.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His strength surpassed his luck,&mdash;the test&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In one short night ten times he'd blessed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A dame who gratefully expressed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her thanks with corresponding zest.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At this the maid burst forth, &ldquo;What more?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I never heard such lies before!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Content were I if at that sport
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I had what that poor dame was short.&rdquo; <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Pitcher" id="Pitcher"></a>THE PITCHER
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20401m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20401m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20401.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>HE simple Jane was sent to bring
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fresh water from the neighb'ring spring;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The matter pressed, no time to waste,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Jane took her jug, and ran in haste
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The well to reach, but in her flurry
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        (The more the speed the worse the hurry),
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Tripped on a rolling stone, and broke
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her precious pitcher,&mdash;ah! no joke!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nay, grave mishap! 'twere better far
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To break her neck than such a jar!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her dame would beat and soundly rate her,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No way could Jane propitiate her.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Without a sou new jug to buy!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        'Twere better far for her to die!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'erwhelmed by grief and cruel fears
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unhappy Jane burst into tears
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I can't go home without the delf,&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        Sobbed Jane, &ldquo;I'd rather kill myself;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;So here am I resolved to die.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        A friendly neighbour passing by
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        O'erheard our damsel's lamentation;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And kindly offered consolation:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;If death, sweet maiden, be thy bent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I'll aid thee in thy sad intent.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        Throwing her down, he drew his dirk,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And plunged it in the maid,&mdash;a work
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        You'll say was cruel,&mdash;not so Jane,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who even seemed to like the pain,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And hoped to be thus stabbed again.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Amid the weary world's alarms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For some e'en death will have its charms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;If this, my friend, is how you kill,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Of breaking jugs I'll have my fill!&rdquo; <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <a name="frontpiece2" id="frontpiece2"></a><img alt="frontpiece2.jpg (54K)"
+       src="images/frontpiece2.jpg" style="width:100%;"  height="499" width="667"   /> </p>
+
+      <p>
+        <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="To_Promise" id="To_Promise"></a>TO PROMISE IS ONE THING
+      </h2>
+      <h2>
+        TO KEEP IT, ANOTHER
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20407m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20407m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20407.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">J</span>OHN courts Perrette; but all in vain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All potent spells her heart to gain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The ardent lover vainly tries:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Fruitless his arts to make her waver,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She will not grant the smallest favour:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A ruse our youth resolved to try
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cruel air to mollify:&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Holding his fingers ten outspread
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To Perrette's gaze, and with no dread
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;So often,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;can I prove,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;My sweet Perrette, how warm my love.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        When lover's last avowals fail
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To melt the maiden's coy suspicions
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A lover's sign will oft prevail
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To win the way to soft concessions:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Half won she takes the tempting bait;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Smiles on him, draws her lover nearer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With heart no longer obdurate
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She teaches him no more to fear her&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A pinch,&mdash;a kiss,&mdash;a kindling eye,&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her melting glances,&mdash;nothing said.&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        John ceases not his suit to ply
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till his first finger's debt is paid.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A second, third and fourth he gains,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Takes breath, and e'en a fifth maintains.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But who could long such contest wage?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Not I, although of fitting age,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor John himself, for here he stopped,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And further effort sudden dropped.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Perrette, whose appetite increased
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        just as her lover's vigour ceased,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In her fond reckoning defeated,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Considered she was greatly cheated&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If duty, well discharged, such blame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Deserve; for many a highborn dame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would be content with such deceit.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But Perrette, as already told,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Out of her count, began to scold
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And call poor John an arrant cheat
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For promising and not performing.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        John calmly listened to her storming,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And well content with work well done,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thinking his laurels fairly won,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Cooly replied, on taking leave:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;No cause I see to fume and grieve;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Or for such trifle to dispute;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To promise and to execute
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Are not the same, be it confessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Suffice it to have done one's best;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;With time I'll yet discharge what's due;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Meanwhile, my sweet Perrette, adieu!&rdquo; <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Nightingale" id="Nightingale"></a>THE NIGHTINGALE
+      </h2>
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20411m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20411m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20411.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+<p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">N</span>O easy matter 'tis to hold,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Against its owner's will, the fleece
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who troubled by the itching smart
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of Cupid's irritating dart,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Eager awaits some Jason bold
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To grant release.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        E'en dragon huge, or flaming steer,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When Jason's loved will cause no fear. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Duennas, grating, bolt and lock,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        All obstacles can naught avail;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Constraint is but a stumbling block;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For youthful ardour must prevail.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Girls are precocious nowadays,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Look at the men with ardent gaze,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And longings' an infinity;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Trim misses but just in their teens
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By day and night devise the means
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To dull with subtlety to sleep
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The Argus vainly set to keep
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In safety their virginity.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sighs, smiles, false tears, they'll fain employ
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        An artless lover to decoy.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        I'll say no more, but leave to you,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Friend reader, to pronounce if true
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What I've asserted when you have heard
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How artful Kitty, caged her bird. <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        IN a small town in Italy,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The name of which I do not know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young Kitty dwelt, gay, pretty, free,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Varambon's child.&mdash;Boccacio
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Omits her mother's name, which not
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To you or me imports a jot.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At fourteen years our Kitty's charms
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Were all that could be wished&mdash;plump arms,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A swelling bosom; on her cheeks
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Roses' and lilies' mingled streaks,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A sparkling eye&mdash;all these, you know,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Speak well for what is found below.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With such advantages as these
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No virgin sure could fail to please,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or lack a lover; nor did Kate;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But little time she had to wait;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One soon appeared to seal her fate.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Young Richard saw her, loved her, wooed her&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What swain I ask could have withstood her?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soft words, caresses, tender glances,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The battery of love's advances,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon lit up in the maiden's breast
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The flame which his own heart possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Soon growing to a burning fire
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of love and mutual desire.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Desire for what? My reader knows,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or if he does not may suppose,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And not be very wond'rous wise.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        When youthful lovers mingle sighs,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Believe me, friend, I am not wrong,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For one thing only do they long.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        One check deferred our lover's bliss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A thing quite natural, 'twas this:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The mother loved so well her child
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That, fearful she might be beguiled,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She would not let her out of sight,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A single minute, day or night.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        At mother's apron string all day
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Kate whiled the weary hours away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And shared her bed all night. Such love
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In parents we must all approve,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though Catherine, I must confess,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In place of so much tenderness
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        More liberty would have preferred.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To little girls maternal care
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In such excess is right and fair,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But for a lass of fourteen years,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For whom one need have no such fears,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Solicitude is quite absurd,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And only bores her. Kitty could
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        No moment steal, do what she would,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To see her Richard. Sorely vexed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        She was, and he still more perplexed.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In spite of all he might devise
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A squeeze, a kiss, quick talk of eyes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was all he could obtain, no more.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Bread butterless, a sanded floor,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It seemed no better. Joy like this
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could not suffice, more sterling bliss
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our lovers wished, nor would stop short
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Till they'd obtained the thing they sought.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And thus it came about. One day
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By chance they met, alone, away
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From jealous parents. &ldquo;What's the use;&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        Said Richard, &ldquo;of all our affection?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Of love it is a rank abuse,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;And yields me nothing but dejection
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I see you without seeing you,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Must always look another way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;And if we meet I dare not stay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Must ev'ry inclination smother.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I can't believe your love is true;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I'll never own you really kind
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Unless some certain means you find
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;For us to meet without your mother.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        Kate answered: &ldquo;Were it not too plain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;How warm my love, another strain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I would employ. In converse vain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Let us not waste our moments few;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;But think what it were best to do.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;If you will please me,&rdquo; Robert said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;You must contrive to change your bed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;And have it placed&mdash;well, let me see&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Moved to the outer gallery,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Where you will be alone and free.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;We there can meet and chat at leisure
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;While others sleep, nor need we fear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Of merry tales I have a treasure
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To tell, but cannot tell them here.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        Kate smiled at this for she knew well
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        What sort of tales he had to tell;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But promised she would do her best
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And soon accomplish his request.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        It was not easy, you'll admit,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But love lends foolish maidens wit;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And this is how she managed it.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The whole night long she kept awake,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Snored, sighed and kicked, as one possessed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That parents both could get not rest,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So much she made the settle shake.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        This is not strange. A longing girl,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        With thoughts of sweetheart in her head,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In bed all night will sleepless twirl.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        A flea is in her ear, 'tis said.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The morning broke. Of fleas and heat
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Kitty complained. &ldquo;Let me entreat,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;O mother, I may put my bed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Out in the gallery,&rdquo; she said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;'Tis cooler there, and Philomel
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Who warbles in the neigh'bring dell
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Will solace me.&rdquo; Ready consent
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The simple mother gave, and went
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To seek her spouse. &ldquo;Our Kate, my dear,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Will change her bed that she may hear
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;The nightingale, and sleep more cool.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Wife,&rdquo; said the good man, &ldquo;You're a fool,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;And Kate too with her nightingale;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Don't tell me such a foolish tale.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;She must remain. No doubt to-night
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Will fresher be. I sleep all right
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;In spite of heat, and so can she.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Is she more delicate than me?&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        Incensed was Kate by this denial
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        After so promising a trial,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor would be beat, but firmly swore
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To give more trouble than before.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That night again no wink she slept
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But groaned and fretted, sighed and wept,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Upon her couch so tossed and turned,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The anxious mother quite concerned
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Again her husband sought. &ldquo;Our Kate
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To me seems greatly changed of late.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;You are unkind,&rdquo; she said to him,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To thwart her simple, girlish whim.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Why may she not her bed exchange,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;In naught will it the house derange?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Placed in the passage she's as near
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To us as were she lying here.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;You do not love your child, and will
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;With your unkindness make her ill.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Pray cease,&rdquo; the husband cried, &ldquo;to scold
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;And take your whim. I ne'er could hold
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;My own against a screaming wife;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;You'll drive me mad, upon my life.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Her belly-full our Kate may get
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Of nightingale or of linnet.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        The thing was settled. Kate obeyed,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And in a trice her bed was made,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And lover signalled. Who shall say
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How long to both appeared that day,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        That tedious day! But night arrived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And Richard too; he had contrived
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By ladder, and a servant's aid,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To reach the chamber of the maid.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To tell how often they embraced,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        How changed in form their tenderness,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would lead to nothing but a waste
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of time, my readers will confess.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The longest, most abstruse discourse
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would lack precision, want the force
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their youthful ardour to portray.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To understand there's but one way&mdash;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Experience. The nightingale
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Sang all night long his pleasing tale,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And though he made but little noise,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The lass was satisfied. Her joys
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        So exquisite that she averred
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The other nightingale, the bird
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Who warbles to the woods his bliss,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was but an ass compared with this.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But nature could not long maintain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of efforts such as these the strain;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Their forces spent, the lovers twain
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In fond embrace fell fast asleep
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Just as the dawn began to peep:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father as he left his bed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        By curiosity was led
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To learn if Kitty soundly slept,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And softly to the passage crept.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I'll see the influence,&rdquo; he said,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Of nightingale and change of bed.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        With bated breath, upon tip toes,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Close to the couch he cautious goes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Where Kitty lay in calm repose.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Excessive heat had made all clothes
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Unbearable. The sleeping pair
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Had cast them off, and lay as bare
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As our first happy parents were
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        In Paradise. But in the place
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of apple, in her willing hand
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Kate firmly grasp the magic wand
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which served to found the human race,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The which to name were a disgrace,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Though dames the most refined employ it;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Desire it, and much enjoy it,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        If good Catullus tells us true.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The father scarce believed his view,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But keeping in his bosom pent
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His anger, to his wife he went,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And said, &ldquo;Get up, and come with me.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;At present I can plainly see
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Why Kate had such anxiety
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To hear the nightingale, for she
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To catch the bird so well has planned
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;That now she holds him in her hand.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        The mother almost wept for glee.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;A nightingale, oh! let me see.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;How large is he, and can he sing,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;And will he breed, the pretty thing?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;How did she catch him, clever child?&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        Despite his grief the good man smiled.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Much more than you expect you'll see.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;But hold your tongue, and come with me;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;For if your chattering is heard,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Away will fly the timid bird;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;And you will spoil our daughter's game.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        Who was surprised? It was the dame.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her anger burst into a flame
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        As she the nightingale espied
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Which Kitty held; she could have cried,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And scolded, called her nasty slut,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And brazen hussey, bitch, and&mdash;but
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Her husband stopped her. &ldquo;What's the use
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Of all your scolding and abuse?
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;The mischief's done, in vain may you
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;From now till doomsday fret and stew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Misfortune done you can't undo,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;But something may be done to mend:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;For notary this instant send,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Bid holy priest and mayor attend.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;For their good offices I wait
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;To set this nasty matter straight.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        As he discoursed, Richard awoke,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And seeing that the sun had broke,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        These troubled words to Kitty spoke
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Alas, my love, 'tis broad day light,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;How can I now effect my flight?&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;All will go well,&rdquo; rejoined the sire,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;I will not grumble, my just ire
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Were useless here; you have committed
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;A wrong of which to be acquitted,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Richard, there is one only way,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;My child you wed without delay.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;She's well brought up, young, full of health
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;If fortune has not granted wealth,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Her beauty you do not deny,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;So wed her, or prepare to die.&rdquo;
+       </p>
+      <p>
+        To hesitate in such a case
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Would surely have been out of place
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The girl he loved to take to wife,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Or in his prime to lose his life,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The point in truth needs no debate,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Nor did our Richard hesitate.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Besides, the most supreme delight
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Of life he'd tasted one short night,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        But one, in lovely Kitty's arms;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Could he so soon resign her charms!
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        While Richard, pleased with his escape
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        From what he feared an awkward scrape,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Was dreaming of his happy choice,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Our Kitty, by her father's voice
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Awakened, from her hand let go
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The cause of all her joy and woe,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        And round her naked beauties wound
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The sheet picked up from off the ground:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Meanwhile the notary appears
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        To put an end to all their fears.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They wrote, they signed, the sealed&mdash;and thus
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The wedding ended free from fuss.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        They left the happy couple there.
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        His satisfaction to declare,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Thus spoke their father to the pair:
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;Take courage, children, have no care;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;The nightingale in cage is pent,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        &ldquo;May sing now to his heart's content.&rdquo; <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+
+<div class="fig" style="width:60%;">
+      <img src="images/20421m.jpg" style="width:100%;"  alt="20421m"  /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/20421.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+      <h2>
+        <a name="Epitaph" id="Epitaph"></a>EPITAPH OF LA FONTAINE
+      </h2>
+      <h2>
+        MADE BY HIMSELF
+      </h2><p><br /><br /><br /><br /></p>
+<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">J</span>OHN, as he came, so went away,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Consuming capital and pay,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Holding superfluous riches cheap;
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        The trick of spending time he knew,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        Dividing it in portions two,
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        For idling one, and one for sleep. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br />
+      </p>
+      <p>
+        THE END.
+      </p>
+
+    <p>
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+
+<b>PG EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS</b>
+
+A pretty wife? Beware the monks as you would guard your life
+Above all law is might
+Avoid attorneys, if you comfort crave
+But reason 's fruitless, with a soul on fire
+By others do The same as you would like they should by you
+Caresses lavish, and you'll find return
+Criticism never stops short nor ever wants for subjects
+Delays are dangerous, in love or war
+Ev'ry grave's the same
+Extremes in ev'ry thing will soonest tire
+Favours, when conferred with sullen air,  But little gratify
+Few ponder long when they can dupe with ease
+Fools or brutes,  With whose ideas reason never suits
+He who loves would fain be loved as well
+He, who laughs, is always well received
+Her doll, for thought, was just as well designed
+Historick writ
+How could he give what he had never got?
+In childhood FEAR 's the lesson first we know!
+In country villages each step is seen
+In the midst of society, he was absent from it
+Monks are knaves in Virtue's mask
+No folly greater than to heighten pain
+No grief so great, but what may be subdued
+No pleasure's free from care you may rely
+Not overburdened with a store of wit
+Of't what we would not, we're obliged to do
+Opportunity you can't discern&mdash;prithee go and learn
+Perhaps one half our bliss to chance we owe
+Possession had his passion quite destroyed
+Regarded almost as an imbecile by the crowd
+Removed from sight, but few for lovers grieve
+Sight of meat brings appetite about
+Some ostentation ever is with grief
+The eyes:&mdash; Soul-speaking language, nothing can disguise
+The god of love and wisdom ne'er agree
+The less of such misfortunes said is best
+The more of this I think, the less I know
+The plaint is always greater than the woe
+The promises of kings are airy dreams
+The wish to please is ever found the same
+Those who weep most the soonest gain relief
+Though expectations oft away have flown
+Tis all the same:&mdash;'twill never make me grieve
+Tis past our pow'r to live on love or air
+To avoid the tempting bit, 'Tis better far at table not to sit
+Too much you may profess
+Twere wrong with hope our fond desires to feed
+Was always wishing distant scenes to know
+We scarcely good can find without alloy
+When husbands some assistance seemed to lack
+When mourning 's nothing more than change of dress
+When passion prompts, few obstacles can clog
+While good, if spoken, scarcely is believed
+Who knows too much, oft shows a want of sense
+Who only make friends in order to gain voices in their favour
+Who would wish to reduce Boccaccio to the same modesty as Virgil
+Who, born for hanging, ever yet was drowned?
+Wife beautiful, witty and chaste woman, who drove him to despair
+You little dream for whom you guard the store
+</pre>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+
+
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author	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 05:25:24 -0700
committer	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 05:25:24 -0700
commit	6978c3fb422a6b269ccf2a9f7c9a9198acfb6839 (patch)
tree	8c1ab9471dd5b1882bf259f430cebf7962b8eeba /5300-h