Ah! dismal daies were these of outrage and of woe! Such daies as I foresee our sonnes shall never know, For a race of nobles new prophetick Muses show, Who, though some simple be, are better than the' olde, I trow. Like a new baronne of the king's, And the king's new baronne. Instead of rocky tower, all wrapt in sullen gloome, Rise structures faire and graunde as those of ancient Rome, -[luxuriant bloome, With sloping lawns where flowers and shrubs And streames that smiling flow in bankes that breathe perfume. Like a new castle of the londe, And the londe's new castle. In seats like these, I wis, a far superior kinde, The faire, the learn'd, the gay shall cast their cares behinde, And, when the feast is done, a nobler joy shall finde In wise and sweet discourse, the banquette of the minde. Like a new guest of the baronne, The artes of civil life shall then be duly taught, Like polish'd damselles of the courte, The lorde shall still receive his rents for house and lande, [bande; But not to feede and swill a wilde tumultuous Defended by the lawes, the weak secure shall stande, And every poore man eate the labour of his hand. In senates grave and sage, the peere, a patriot has shone, true, Yet such as these, in troth, ye mun expect but few, Some new baronnes shall be ne wise, ne just, ne [harm can do: But so close shall their power be pared they little Then happy daies are these, reserved, my sonnes, for you! Like free-born men of old Englonde, And old Englonde's free born men. REV. S. HOOLE. THE VICAR OF BRAY. IN good King Charles's golden days, Unto my flock I daily preach'd, Kings were by God appointed; And damn'd all those that dare resist Or touch the Lord's anointed. CHORUS. And this is law I will maintain When royal James possess'd the crown, The church of Rome I found would fit Full well my constitution; And I had been a Jesuit But for the Revolution. When William, our deliverer, came When royal Anne became our queen, Occasional conformists base I damn'd, and moderation; And thought the church in danger was When George in pudding-time came o'er, The' illustrious House of Hanover, While they can keep possession. For, in my faith and loyalty I never once will falter; But George my lawful king shall be- ANONYMOUS. SPRING. A Song. WHEN daisies pied, and violets blue, Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then on every tree Mocks married men, for thus sings he— Cuckoo! cuckoo!-O word of fear, When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks; The cuckoo then on every tree Mocks married men, for thus sings he― Cuckoo! cuckoo!-O word of fear, SHAKSPEARE. WINTER. A Song. WHEN icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And milk comes frozen home in pail; Tu-whit! tu-whoo! a merry note, When all aloud the wind doth blow, And Marion's nose looks red and raw; |