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LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED;
THUS says the prophet of the Turk,
What joint the prophet had in mind.
* It may be proper to inform the reader, that this piece has already appeared in print, having found it's way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity.
Much controversy straight arose,
These choose the back, the belly those;
He meant not to forbid the head;
Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog,
You laugh-'tis well-The tale applied May make you laugh on t'other side. Renounce the world-the preacher cries. We do-a multitude replies.
While one as innocent regards
A snug and friendly game at cards;
And one, whatever you may say,
Can see no evil in a play;
Some love a concert, or a race;
And others shooting, and the chase.
Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd, Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow'd; Each thinks his neighbour makes too free, Yet likes a slice as well as he;
With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten.
MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S
YE nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red
Her fav'rite, even in his cage,
(What will not hunger's cruel rage?)
Assassin'd by a thief.
Where Rhenus strays his vines among, The egg was laid from which he sprung; And, though by nature mute,
Or only with a whistle blest,
Well-taught he all the sounds express'd
Of flagelet or flute.
LADY THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH. 263
The honours of his ebon poll
Were brighter than the sleekest mole,
His bosom of the hue,
With which Aurora decks the skies,
When piping winds shall soon arise,
Above, below, in all the house,
And Bully's cage supported stood props of smoothest shaven wood, Large-built and lattic'd well.
Well-lattic'd-but the grate, alas!
Not rough with wire of steel or brass,
But smooth with wands from Ouse's side,
Night veil'd the pole: all seem'd secure :
254 LADY THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH.
A beast forth sallied on the scout,
He, ent'ring at the study-door,
It's ample area 'gan explore;
And something in the wind
Conjectur'd, sniffing round and round,
Just then, by adverse fate impress'd,
A rat fast clinging to the cage,
And, screaming at the sad presage,
For, aided both by ear and scent,
Right to his mark the monster went-
Minute the horrors that ensu'd;
His teeth were strong, the cage was wood-