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An helpless animal, distress'd,
Excites compassion in the breast.

Poor Robin to the garden steer'd;
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A period pass'd over I'll bring back to view,
When the sons of the hammer were wont to tell true;
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In joyous strain the verse should move,
Which celebrates the thing we love.

Come, my pale friend, put on a smile,
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A husband and wife, when they're both of one mind,
We deem them most happy--read on, and you'll find.

In all concerns a man shall share
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I wish'd, when young, I had but clear
That lovely sum ten pounds a year.
For work or play, I must confess,
Produc'd a sum a little less;
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The Muse, as property is gone,
She should, by right, put mourning on.
The simple smile shall fly the place;
My tale comes with a serious face.
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The lowest class of men may be
Rais'd to state of high degree,
Their blackness gone, such brightness shone,
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In Nottingham there dwells a lass,
Of three-score-years-and-ten,
With whom I jocund hours did pass;
The loves were with us then.
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A promising Lover sent word from Bridgnorth,
He'd see me the fifth of November;
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When you proceed down Sych-nant's track,
The wind will try to force you back;
As if asham'd to let you view
A barren sea and mountain too.
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Attack the Sovereign's ear;
Delight her;
Reward shall be, ne'er fear,
A mitre.
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The place t'ordain him is an hotel;
The proper season--o'er a bottle.
But, ah! what mischief oft commences,
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Perhaps my verse you'll nothing call,
Because, it seems, my title's small.
To ministers I recommend
That they should ne'er their clerks offend.
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Whatever shall rise in a subject debated,
Deliver yourself in a stile elevated.
A Priest lost himself, by my tale it appears;
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Lately was Parson Horseley seen;
Soberly walking to Hall Green,
Reluctantly his church to reach,
Where, once a week, was forc'd to preach.
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16.

So much one day is like another,
It might be taken for its brother.
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Bess was, for being a double bride,
And Molly for manslaughter, tri'd;
They both were, by my Lord's command,
Sentenc'd to burning in the hand;
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Take a fat rect'ry--there's one near,
Which brings seven hundred pounds a year;
With such a prize the patron's glad;
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Of all the gay fashions the Ladies pursue,
We hold that the worst which keeps beauty from view ...
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If you're a father, who retains
A larger store of wealth than brains;
A jewel hold which you prize most,
Are anxious lest it should be lost,
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The Robin-Red-Breast

An helpless animal, distress'd,
Excites compassion in the breast.

Poor Robin to the garden steer'd;
He'd lost his wife; his children rear'd;
And sought, his family being gone,
Retirement, till the spring came on.
Methinks 'twould vastly suit high life,
Could they but yearly change a wife.
So sure a remedy there's none,
Effectually to cure Crim. Con.

Pride taught him to find out a stand
Like man--a mansion rather grand;
In a large holly soon was seated,
Most beautiful and variegated.

Guarding the window stood the tree,
Where Robin ev'ry act could see.
As morning rose he march'd in view,
Asking the ladies 'how they do?'
Till Spring he shunn'd the feather'd race;
Familiar with the human face.

Short, dark, and cold, the day was said;
For surly winter rear'd his head.
The night was dark, and colder far;
The Heav'ns cou'd not produce a star.
What bird can either dine or sup
When snow has lock'd his cupboard up?
He seemingly, though silent, said,
'I'll thank you for a crumb of bread.'

Nancy the crumbs of comfort took,
And instantly obey'd his look.
Nancy, whose claim is the last word,
Directly christen'd him 'My Bird.'
The laundry's open'd, solely, we guess,
To give him daily e and re-gress;
And where our worthy Robin's fate is,
To find both food and lodging gratis.
He'd liberty to strol all day;
Amuse himself, or seek for prey;
At night he might whene'er he chose,
Retire to thaw his icey toes.

Ne'er bid to go--came at command;
And took the crumbs from Nancy's hand.
Pleas'd with his hopping up and down,
She valued him at half-a-crown.
A rising flame the nymph discovers;
She'd hardly change him for two lovers.
Her wrath might boil up to the brim,
But not a drop was aim'd at him.
Her truest friends may scalded be,
Who ne'er offended more than he.
Take this advice, 'twill bliss afford,
Your husband treat as you the bird.

Now John to shut the laundry steals
While Hamlet follow'd at his heels;
But neither of them once suspected,
Robin was perch'd and unprotected.
The keen-eyed dog made no delay,
Instantly fastened on his prey;
The suff'rer left, without a pause,
His little life in Hamlet's jaws.

Now Hamlet was, O dreadful doom!
Directly charg'd to quit the room;
And would have felt a basting sore,
Only a fav'rite was before.

From Ann a scold began to flow,
For, by long practice, she knew how.
The elements exert their power,
Then terminated in a shower:
Thus, though loud thunders cease to creep,
The dismal clouds in sorrow weep.

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