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The Rape of the Trap, a Ballad; written at College, 1736.
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 | A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes |  |
The Rape of the Trap, a Ballad; written at College, 1736.
By the Same.
'Twas in a land of learning,
The Muse's favourite station,
Such pranks, of late,
Were play'd by a rat,
As gave them consternation!
The Muse's favourite station,
Such pranks, of late,
Were play'd by a rat,
As gave them consternation!
All in a college-study,
Where books were in great plenty,
This rat would devour
More sense, in an hour,
Than I could write—in twenty.
Where books were in great plenty,
This rat would devour
More sense, in an hour,
Than I could write—in twenty.
His breakfast, half the morning,
He constantly attended;
And, when the bell rung
For evening-song,
His dinner scarce was ended.
He constantly attended;
And, when the bell rung
For evening-song,
His dinner scarce was ended.
43
Huge tomes of geo—graphy,
And maps lay all in flutter;
A river or a sea
Was to him a dish of tea,
And a kingdom—bread and butter.
And maps lay all in flutter;
A river or a sea
Was to him a dish of tea,
And a kingdom—bread and butter.
Such havoc, spoil, and rapine,
With grief my Muse rehearses;
How freely he would dine
On some bulky school-divine,
And for desert—eat verses.
With grief my Muse rehearses;
How freely he would dine
On some bulky school-divine,
And for desert—eat verses.
He spar'd not ev'n heroics,
On which we poets pride us:
And would make no more
Of King Arthurs, by the score,
Than—all the world beside does.
On which we poets pride us:
And would make no more
Of King Arthurs, by the score,
Than—all the world beside does.
But if the desperate potion,
Might chance to over-dose him;
To check its rage,
He took a page
Of logic, to compose him.
Might chance to over-dose him;
To check its rage,
He took a page
Of logic, to compose him.
A trap in haste and anger,
Was bought, you need not doubt on't;
And such was the gin,
Were a lion once in,
He could not, I think, get out on't.
Was bought, you need not doubt on't;
And such was the gin,
Were a lion once in,
He could not, I think, get out on't.
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With cheese, not books, 'twas baited;
The fact, I'll not bely it;
Since none, I tell ye that,
Whether scholar or rat,
Minds books, when he has other diet.
The fact, I'll not bely it;
Since none, I tell ye that,
Whether scholar or rat,
Minds books, when he has other diet.
No more of trap and bait, sir,
Why should I sing—or either?
Since the rat, with mickle pride,
All their sophistry defy'd;
And dragg'd them away together.
Why should I sing—or either?
Since the rat, with mickle pride,
All their sophistry defy'd;
And dragg'd them away together.
Both trap and bait were vanish'd,
Thro' a fracture in the flooring;
Which, tho' so trim
It now may seem,
Had then a doz'n, or more in.
Thro' a fracture in the flooring;
Which, tho' so trim
It now may seem,
Had then a doz'n, or more in.
Then answer this, ye sages;
(Nor think I mean to wrong ye)
Had the rat, who thus did seize on
The trap, less claim to reason,
Than many a sage among ye?
(Nor think I mean to wrong ye)
Had the rat, who thus did seize on
The trap, less claim to reason,
Than many a sage among ye?
Dan Prior's mice, I own it,
Were vermin of condition;
But the rat, who chiefly learn'd
What rats alone concern'd,
Was the deeper politician.
Were vermin of condition;
But the rat, who chiefly learn'd
What rats alone concern'd,
Was the deeper politician.
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That England's topsy-turvy,
Is clear from these mishaps, sir,
Since traps, we may determine,
Will no longer take our vermin;
But vermin take our traps, sir.
Is clear from these mishaps, sir,
Since traps, we may determine,
Will no longer take our vermin;
But vermin take our traps, sir.
Let sophs, by rats infested,
Then trust in cats to catch 'em;
Lest they prove the utter bane
Of our studies, where, 'tis plain,
No mortal sits—to watch 'em.
Then trust in cats to catch 'em;
Lest they prove the utter bane
Of our studies, where, 'tis plain,
No mortal sits—to watch 'em.
| A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | |