Ye drums and rattles, rend the ears, Wring off his neck, and down your gullet "Cram it, by way of chick or pullet."Well, I must lock up all my rings,. "My jewels, and my curious things: My Chinese toys must go to pct ; "My dear, my pinchbecks-and what not? "For all your Magpies are, like lawyers, "At once thieves, brawlers, and deftroyers."You for a wife have fearch'd the globe, "You've got a very female Job, "Pattern of love, and peace and unity, "Or how cou'd you expect impunity? "O Lord! this nafty thing will bite, "And scratch and clapper, claw and fight. "O monstrous wretch, thus to devife, "To tear out your poor Sylvia's eyes. "You're a fine Popish plot pursuing, By prefents to affect my ruin; And thus for good are ill retorting "TO ME, who brought you fuch a fortune; "To ME, you low-liv'd clown, to ME, "Who came of such a family; "ME, who for age to age poffefs'd "A lion rampant on my crest; "ME, who have fill'd your empty coffers, "ME, who'd fo many better offers; The poor man, who had bought the creature, Stocd Stood at this violent attack, Quoth Mag, fair Grizzle, I must grant, "Your ipoufe a magpye cannot want : "For troth (to give the dev'l his due) "He keeps a rookery in you. "Don't fear I'll tarry long, fweet lady,. Where there is din enough already, "We never shou'd agree together, 66 Although we're so much of a feather ;: "You're fond of peace, no man can doubt it, "Who make fuch wond'rous noife about it; "And your tongue of immortal mould. "Proclaims in thunder you're no fcold. "Yes, yes, you're fovereign of the tongue, “And, like the king, can do no wrong; Juftly your spouse restrains his voice, "Ner vainly anfwers words with noise; "This ftorm, which no foul can endure, 66 Requires a very different cure ; "For fuch four verjuice difpofitions, The The BLOCKHEAD and BEEHIVE. FABLE X. THE fragrance of the new-mown hay Paid incenfe to the god of day; The cooling, high, o'er-arching shade, The smooth fhorn fod, whofe verdant glofs, Was check'd with intermingled mofs, Close by the filver ferpentine, Rude ruftics which affert the bow'rs, The lime tree and fweet-fcented bay, Peopling thy wilds, Imagination! "How "How the each anxious thought beguiles, "And meets me with ten thousand smiles! "O infinite benignity! "She fmiles, but not alone on me ; "On hill, on dale, on lake, on lawn, More had he faid-but in there came And thence his obfervations took. Vex'd he cou'd find no man to teize, He thus addrefs'd their humming queen: "I only come t'amend your errors; My friendship briefly to display, "And put you in a better way. "Cease, Madam, (if I may advise) "To carry honey on your thighs, Employ ('tis better, I aver) "Old Grub the fairies coach-maker; For |