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Nor tear nor smile did they employ
Nor good, nor bad, nor fools, nor wise ;
THE FEMALE PHAETON.
Thus Kitty,(a) beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untamed,
With little rage inflamed :
Inflamed with rage at sad restraint,
Which wise mamma ordain'd ; And sorely vex'd to play the saint,
Whilst wit and beauty reign'd:
“ Shall I thumb holy books, confined
With Abigails forsaken ? Kitty's for other things design’d,
Or I am much mistaken.
(a) Prior's Kitty" afterwards became the Dutchess of Queensberry, the eccentric patroness of the poet Gay.
• Must Lady Jenny frisk about,
And visit with her cousins ?
And bring home hearts by dozens ?
66 What has she better, pray, than I,
What hidden charms to boast, That all mankind for her should die,
Whilst I am scarce a toast ?
- Dearest mamma! for once let me,
Unchain'd, my fortune try ; I'll have my Earl as well as she,
Or know the reason why.
« I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score,
Make all her lovers fall :
She, I was loosed at all.”
Fondness prevail'd, mamma gave way ;
Kitty, at heart's desire, Obtain'd the chariot for a day,
And set the world on fire.
BORN DEC, 1630-DIED 1687.
COTTON is best known as the disciple and enthusiastic ad
mirer of Isaac Walton. In his burlesque verses, a light and happy vein is occasionally displayed. Cotton, who must not be confounded with his excellent namesake, Dr Cotton, was a Derbyshire cavalier, and having, like too many of his contemporaries, embarrassed his estate by imprudence and extravagance, ended his days in the Sanctuary of Westminster.
THE WELSH GUIDE.
FROM THE VOYAGE TO IRELAND.
But up I soon start, and was dress’d in a trice,
charges ; And yet for all that, rode astride on a beast, The worst that e'er went on three legs, I protest : It certainly was the most ugly of jades, His hips and his rump made a right ace of spades; His sides were two ladders, well spur-gall’d
withal ; His neck was a helve, and his head was a mall; For his colour, my pains and your trouble I'll
spare, For the creature was wholly denuded of hair ; And, except for two things, as bare as my nail, A tuft of a mane, and a sprig of a tail ; And by these the true colour one can no more
know, Than by mouse-skins above stairs, the merkin
Now such as the beast was, even such was the rider,
ST WINIFRED'S WELL.
FROM THE SAME.
O’er hills and o'er valleys uncouth and uneven,
her daughter ; Of which to saint Win, ere my vows I had paid, They said I should find a rare fricassée made.
JOHN WILMOT, EARL OF ROCHESTER.
BORN 1630-DIED 1680.
NOTHING! thou elder brother ev'n to Shade,
Ere Time and Place were, Time and Place were
not, When primitive Nothing, Something straight be.
got, Then all proceeded from the great united—What.
Something, the general attribute of all,
Yet Something did thy mighty power command,
Matter, the wicked'st offspring of thy race,
With Form and Matter, Time and Place did join,