Poems on Several Occasions With Imitations from Horace, Ovid, Martial, Theocritus, Bachylides, Anacreon, &c. To which is prefix'd A Discourse on Criticism, and the Liberty of Writing. In a letter to a Friend. By Samuel Cobb ... The Third Edition. To which is added, Poems on the Duke of Marlborough, Prince Eugene, the Electoral Prince of Hannover, with other Poems. Never before Printed |
The ASS. |
Poems on Several Occasions | ||
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The ASS.
In
Italy, as Authors tell us,
There liv'd a Painter wondrous Jealous:
Tormented with a Female Evil,
Tempting, and Subtil as the Devil.
A slippery Proteus, whom no Chain,
Nor all the Padlocks could contain.
There liv'd a Painter wondrous Jealous:
Tormented with a Female Evil,
Tempting, and Subtil as the Devil.
A slippery Proteus, whom no Chain,
Nor all the Padlocks could contain.
Thus she created frequent Smart
To Husband's aking Head and Heart.
And 'twas the Business of his Life
How to Confine that Eel his Wife.
To Husband's aking Head and Heart.
And 'twas the Business of his Life
How to Confine that Eel his Wife.
Inventing Noddle teems at last
With an Odd Whim to hold her fast.
Resolv'd with Brush his Art to shew,
Whate'er he can't perform below.
He drew an ASS with wondrous Skill
On the soft Brow of Venus-Hill.
With an Odd Whim to hold her fast.
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Whate'er he can't perform below.
He drew an ASS with wondrous Skill
On the soft Brow of Venus-Hill.
Thus, if she stray'd he could for certain
Know her, by drawing up the Curtain.
Or, if a Neighbour were so bold
To leap the Fence, or break the Hold,
The Ass wou'd speak,—
Know her, by drawing up the Curtain.
Or, if a Neighbour were so bold
To leap the Fence, or break the Hold,
The Ass wou'd speak,—
But ah! how vain our Counsels are,
And all our Plots against the Fair!
Comes an old Friend, a Pencil-Brother,
Rubs out one Ass, and paints Another.
But adding what the First did lack,
He draws a Saddle on the Back.
And all our Plots against the Fair!
Comes an old Friend, a Pencil-Brother,
Rubs out one Ass, and paints Another.
But adding what the First did lack,
He draws a Saddle on the Back.
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CHLOE was wondrous pleas'd and smil'd;
To think how Segniour was beguil'd;
Who reeling home one Evening late,
With Mellow Looks, and Jealous Pate,
Vow'd he'd not take a Wink of Sleep,
Without one dear departing Peep.
Will you distrust me, Chluë crys,
Inhuman Man and wipes her Eyes:
Take then your Spectacles, and view it:
Th' Ass is as whole, as when you drew it.
I see my Ass is whole, my Dear,
Quoth Don, as when I left it here;
But P***ue take him who clap'd the Saddle there.
To think how Segniour was beguil'd;
Who reeling home one Evening late,
With Mellow Looks, and Jealous Pate,
Vow'd he'd not take a Wink of Sleep,
Without one dear departing Peep.
Will you distrust me, Chluë crys,
Inhuman Man and wipes her Eyes:
Take then your Spectacles, and view it:
Th' Ass is as whole, as when you drew it.
I see my Ass is whole, my Dear,
Quoth Don, as when I left it here;
But P***ue take him who clap'd the Saddle there.
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