WITH a whirl of thoughts oppress’d,
I sunk from reverie to rest.
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LET me thy properties explain:
A rotten cabin dropping rain:
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APPLES
COME buy my fine wares,
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Tormented with incessant pains, Can I devise poetic strains?
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In youth exalted high in air, Or bathing in the waters fair,
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The joy of man, the pride of brutes, Domestic subject for disputes,
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Well; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guess'd,
Though we all took it for a jest:
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The nymph who wrote this in an amorous fit, I cannot but envy the pride of her wit,
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Resolv'd my annual verse to pay, By duty bound, on Stella's day,
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Don Carlos, in a merry spight, Did Stella to his house invite:
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From London to Exon, By special direction,
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Pallas, observing Stella's wit Was more than for her sex was fit,
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I with borrow'd silver shine What you see is none of mine.
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I am jet black, as you may see, The son of pitch and gloomy night:
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Robin to beggars with a curse, Throws the last shilling in his purse;
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From distant regions Fortune sends An odd triumvirate of friends;
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THE RECORDER'S SPEECH EXPLAINED BY THE TORIES An ancient metropolis, famous of late
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From a town that consists of a church and a steeple, With three or four houses, and as many people,
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While, Stella, to your lasting praise The Muse her annual tribute pays,
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A long-ear'd beast, and a field-house for cattle, Among the coals doth often rattle.[1]
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Sure never did man see A wretch like poor Nancy,
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All travellers at first incline Where'er they see the fairest sign
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At Market-Hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date,
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I will not build on yonder mount; And, should you call me to account,
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When a holy black Swede, the son of Bob, With a saint at his chin and a seal at his fob,
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Of all inhabitants on earth, To man alone I owe my birth,
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FROM India's burning clime I'm brought, With cooling gales like zephyrs fraught.
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Thus spoke to my lady the knight full of care, "Let me have your advice in a weighty affair.
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Poor Hall, renown'd for comely hair, Whose hands, perhaps, were not so fair,
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Come hither, and behold the fruits, Vain man! of all thy vain pursuits.
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