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At first he aims at what he hears;
And, list'ning close with both his ears,
Just catches at the sound;
But soon articulates aloud,
Much to th' amusement of the crowd, And stuns the neighbours round.
A querulous old woman's voice
His hum'rous talent next employs,
Poor Poll is like to die!
Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare,
To meet with such a well-match'd pair,
The language and the tone,
Each character in ev'ry part
Sustain'd with so much
And both in unison.
When children first begin to spell,
We think them tedious creatures; But difficulties soon abate,
When birds are to be taught to prate, And women are the teachers.
PRIOR'S CHLOE AND EUPHELIA.
MERCATOR, vigiles oculos ut fallere possit,
Ad speculum ornabat nitidos Euphelia crines, Cum dixit mea lux, heus, cane, sume lyram. Namque lyram juxtà positam cum carmine vidit, Suave quidem carmen dulcisonamque lyram.
Fila lyræ vocemque paro, suspiria surgunt,
Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem,
Heu! fallendi artem quam didicere parum.
SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE
INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN.
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
A trainband captain eke was he
Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
To morrow is our wedding day,
My sister, and my sister's child,
Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
He soon replied, I do admire
I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said; And for that wine is dear,
We will be furnish'd with our own,
Which is both bright and clear.