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The Cambridge Tart: Epigrammatic and Satiric-Poetical Effusions; &C. &C ...
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Page 230 - Farewell, rewards and fairies, Good housewives now may say, For now foul sluts in dairies Do fare as well as they ; And though they sweep their hearths no less Than maids were wont to do, Yet who of late for cleanliness Finds sixpence in her shoe ? " Lament, lament, old abbeys, The fairies' lost command ; They did but change priests...
Page 70 - I was so good-humour'd, so cheerful and gay, My Heart was as light as a Feather all Day. But now I so cross and so peevish am grown, So strangely uneasy, as never was known. My fair one is gone, and my joys are all drown'd, And my Heart, - I am sure it weighs more than a Pound.
Page 169 - God bless the King ! — I mean the faith's defender — God bless (no harm in blessing !) the Pretender ! But who Pretender is, or who is King — God bless us all ! — that's quite another thing.
Page 73 - The lark, linnet, throstle, and nightingale too ; Winds over us whisper'd, flocks by us did bleat, And chirp went the grasshopper under our feet : But now she is absent, though, still they sing on, The woods are but lonely, the melody's gone : Her voice in the concert, as now I have found, Gave every thing else its agreeable sound.
Page 54 - HERE lies old Hobson : Death hath broke his girt, And here, alas! hath laid him in the dirt; Or else, the ways being foul, twenty to one He's here stuck in a slough and overthrown.
Page 231 - Cis to milking rose, Then merrily went their tabor, And nimbly went their toes. Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain ; But, since of late Elizabeth...
Page 55 - But lately, finding him so long at home, And thinking now his journey's end was come, And that he had ta'en up his latest Inn, In the kind office of a...
Page 53 - And all the high commission ; I gave him no grace, But told him to his face, That he favour'd superstition. Boldly I preach, hate a cross, hate a surplice, Mitres, copes, and rochets : Come hear me pray nine times a day, And fill your heads with crotchets.
Page 232 - Witness those rings and roundelays Of theirs, which yet remain, Were footed in Queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain ; But since of late Elizabeth, And later, James came in, They never danced on any heath As when the time hath been.
Page 72 - I'll give him another, for why should not Tray Be as dull as his Master when Phoebe's away ? When walking with Phoebe what sights have I seen ! How fair was the flower, how fresh was the green ! What a lovely appearance the trees and the shade, The corn-fields and hedges, and...