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And truth she makes so precious, that to paint
And bring him in his turn the crowds that press
Our trivial poet hit upon a theme
Which all men love, an old, sweet household dream,
Though to the loss of, here and there, a wall:
And who would scorn to pass consummate hours,
And music, ringing through their evening trees?
I own I shouldn't: I could even bear
To some majestic table to repair,
And dine for three-pence on luxurious fare.
A HOUSE AND GROUNDS.
WERE this impossible, I know full well
For friends, whose names endear'd them, should be kept.
And that my luck might not seem ill-bestow'd,
A bench and spring should greet him on the road.
My grounds should not be large; I like to go To Nature for a range, and prospect too,
And cannot fancy she'll comprise for me,
Besides, my thoughts fly far; and when at rest,
The youth of age, and med'cine of the wise.
You may still see them, dead as haunts of fairies,
Where all, alas, is vanished from the ring,
Wits and black eyes, the skittles and the king!*
* Bowls are now thought vulgar: that is to say, a certain num
ber of fine vulgar people agree to call them so.
A pair of black eyes, or a lucky hit
The fashion was
Piccadilly, in Clarendon's time, "was a fair house of entertainment and gaming, with handsome gravel walks for shade, and where were an upper and a lower bowling-green, whither very many of the nobility and gentry of the best quality resorted, both for exercise and conversation."-Hist. of the Rebellion, vol. ii. It was to the members of Parliament what the merely indoor club-houses are now, and was a much better place for them to refresh their faculties in. The robust intellects of the Commonwealth grew there, and the airy wits that succeeded them.
A PICTURE OF NAIADS.
THEY, towards the amorous noon, when some young
Strips him to bathe, and yet half thrills to do it,
And trying with cold foot the banks and brims,
Till in the girdling stream he pants and dances.
Rounding from the main stream: some sleep, some
Each other's locks, some swim about, some sit
Parting their own moist hair, or fingering it
Some make them green and lilied coronets new ;