Maggots or, Poems on Several Subjects, Never before Handled. By a Schollar [i.e. Samuel Wesley] |
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In Praise of Horns.
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In Praise of Horns.
Assist ye gentle Powers that can,
Assist some blind good natur'd Man,
All the Nines aid I'd now refuse
For one kind smile from Jordans Muse.
Assist some blind good natur'd Man,
All the Nines aid I'd now refuse
For one kind smile from Jordans Muse.
'Tis done! 'tis done! and by her power,
At Feet of Prince, or Emperour,
Transform'd, with voice, and visage mild,
I sit like any Pageant Child:
First mannerly I bow'd my Head,
Then perkt it up again, and se'd:
At Feet of Prince, or Emperour,
Transform'd, with voice, and visage mild,
I sit like any Pageant Child:
First mannerly I bow'd my Head,
Then perkt it up again, and se'd:
First Wheat and Barley shall be sown,
And sprout again on London-stone;
First Cure for Corns! i'th' Stillyard range,
And Thro-bridge-hoa! roar round the Change
And Guild-hall cross the Thames be born,
E're I forget renowned Horn:
When late with Ribbons all bedresst,
So gandy, at the Cockney's Feast,
Each little-Master struts along,
Shouted by the Blew-apron'd-Throng,
Which of the pretty Lads confess't
Amongst 'em all their Fathers Crest?
Tho' many a One his Glory owes
Unto the Sweat of Mothers brows;
Who by the Childrens looks could find
She ever was to others kind?
(The Calf is still without it born,
Tho' Parent-Bull wears dreadful Horn;)
His Wardrobe, when set out in State
Drops from his Fathers fertile Pate;
Which does whole Cornucopia's shed,
To finifie him, round his Head.
And sprout again on London-stone;
First Cure for Corns! i'th' Stillyard range,
And Thro-bridge-hoa! roar round the Change
And Guild-hall cross the Thames be born,
E're I forget renowned Horn:
When late with Ribbons all bedresst,
So gandy, at the Cockney's Feast,
Each little-Master struts along,
Shouted by the Blew-apron'd-Throng,
Which of the pretty Lads confess't
Amongst 'em all their Fathers Crest?
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Unto the Sweat of Mothers brows;
Who by the Childrens looks could find
She ever was to others kind?
(The Calf is still without it born,
Tho' Parent-Bull wears dreadful Horn;)
His Wardrobe, when set out in State
Drops from his Fathers fertile Pate;
Which does whole Cornucopia's shed,
To finifie him, round his Head.
What glorious Things! what Trinkets rare,
In Forrest Cart when joulted there,
Are yearly bought at Charlton Fair.
Horn-fair that better Tricks can shew!
Than Green-goose, or than Bartlomew.
When Mistress drinks, and John does thank her,
At the Kings-head, or the Blew-Anchor;
How harmless does she smiling come,
To bring best Husband Fairings home!
Fairings to make him fine and gay
Against next Training Holyday?
Which more than Silver Head-piece grace
His brazen brow, and Copper Face:
Natural Half-pikes which more adorn
Than that upon the Unicorn;
None such famous feats can do,
What Miracles are found in Two?
Two, grafted in the place of frontlets,
A Princely pair of large Brow-antlets:
Which if the Herauld plays his part,
And draws his Hatchment out with Art;
Tho' Fields of Gules should overwhelm it,
Must peep at Top of Argent Helmet:
The Motto—Decus & Tutamen,
And I'll for Rhime, write under
—Amen.
In Forrest Cart when joulted there,
Are yearly bought at Charlton Fair.
Horn-fair that better Tricks can shew!
Than Green-goose, or than Bartlomew.
When Mistress drinks, and John does thank her,
At the Kings-head, or the Blew-Anchor;
How harmless does she smiling come,
To bring best Husband Fairings home!
Fairings to make him fine and gay
Against next Training Holyday?
Which more than Silver Head-piece grace
His brazen brow, and Copper Face:
Natural Half-pikes which more adorn
Than that upon the Unicorn;
None such famous feats can do,
What Miracles are found in Two?
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A Princely pair of large Brow-antlets:
Which if the Herauld plays his part,
And draws his Hatchment out with Art;
Tho' Fields of Gules should overwhelm it,
Must peep at Top of Argent Helmet:
The Motto—Decus & Tutamen,
And I'll for Rhime, write under
—Amen.
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