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Nunc tremulum illudet fratrem, qui suspicit, et Pol!
IV. THE PARROT.
TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING.
In painted plumes superbly dress'd,
Poll gains at length the British shore
Belinda's maids are soon preferr'd,
But 'tis her own important charge,
Sweet Poll! his doting mistress cries,
She next instructs him in the kiss;
At first he aims at what he hears;
And, listening close with both his ears, Just catches at the sound;
But soon articulates aloud,
Much to the amusement of the crowd, And stuns the neighbours round.
A querulous old woman's voice
Belinda and her bird! 'tis rare,
To meet with such a well-match'd pair, The language and the tone,
Each character in every part
Sustain❜d with so much grace and art,
And both in unison.
When children first begin to spell,
We think them tedious creatures;
But difficulties soon abate,
When birds are to be taught to prate,
PRIOR'S CHLOE AND EUPHELIA.
MERCATOR, vigiles oculos ut fallere possit, Nomine sub ficto trans mare mittit opes; Lene sonat liquidumque meis Euphelia chordis, Sed solam exoptant te, mea vota, Chloe.
Ad speculum ornabat nitidos Euphelia crines, Cum dixit mea lux, Heus, cane, sume lyram. Namque lyram juxta positam cum carmine vidit, Suave quidem carmen dulcisonamque lyram.
Fila lyræ vocemque paro, suspiria surgunt,
Subrubet illa pudore, et contrahit altera frontem,
HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN :
Shewing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe home again.
JOHN GILPIN was a citizen
A train-band captain eke was he
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
To-morrow is our wedding-day,
My sister, and my sister's child,
He soon replied, I do admire
Of womankind but one,
And you are she, my dearest dear,
I am a linen-draper bold,
As all the world doth know,
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said;
We will be furnish'd with our own,
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O'erjoyed was he to find,
That though on pleasure she was bent,
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
To drive up to the door, lest all
So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,
Six precious souls, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folks so glad,
The stones did rattle underneath,
As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's side
Seized fast the flowing mane,
And up he got, in haste to ride,
For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he,
When turning round his head he saw
So down he came; for loss of time,
'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind,
When Betty screaming came down stairs,
'The wine is left behind!'
Good lack! quoth he-yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,
In which I bear my trusty sword,
When I do exercise.