The Works of the British Poets, Collated with the Best Editions Volume 17 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1808 edition. Excerpt: ...Then goes alone to take his rest In bed, where he can spare her best. At five the footmen make a din, Her Ladyship is just come in; The masquerade began at two, She stole away with much ado, And shall be chid this afternoon For leaving company so soon: She'll say, and she may truly say't, She can't abide to stay out late. But now, though scarce a twelvemouth married, Poor Lady Jane has thrice miscarried: The cause, alas is quickly guest, The Town has whisper'd round the jest. Think on some remedy in time, You find his Reverence past his prime, Already dwindled to a lath; No other way but try the Bath. For Venus, rising from the ocean, Infus'd a strong prolitic notion, That niixt with Achel-aus's spring, The horned flood, as poets sing, Who with an English beauty smitten, Ran under ground from Greece to Britain, The genial virtue with him brought, And gave the nymph a plenteous draught, Then fled, and left his horn behind For husbands, past their youth, to find; The nymph, who still with passion huru'd, Was to a boiling fountain turn'd, Where childless wives crowd every morn To drink in Achelaus's horn: And here the father often gains That title by auother's pains. Hither, though much again.-it the grain, The Dean has carried Lady Jane. He, for awhile, would not consent, But vow'd his money all was spent. His money spent a clownish reason; And must my Lady slip her season? The Doctor, with a double fee, Was brib'd to make the Dean agree. Here all diversions of the place Are proper in my Lady's case, With which she patiently complies, Merely because her friends advise; His money and her time employs. In music, rattling-rooms, and toys; Or in the Cross-path seeks...