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Passion, oh me! how I run on!
I trow, besides the bride.
Nor was it there denied.
Just in the nick the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice
His summons did obey : Each serving man, with dish in hand, March'd boldly up, like our train'd band,
Presented, and away.
When all the meat was on the table,
To stay to be intreated?
say grace The company was seated.
Now hats fly off, and youths carouse, Healths first go round, and then the house,
The brides came thick and thick; And when 'twas nam'd another's health, Perhaps he made it hers by stealth;
(And who could help it, Dick !) VOL. III,
O'th' sudden up they rise and dance ;
Then dance again and kiss :
And every man wish'd his,
By this time all were stoln aside
But that he must not know:
Above an hour or so.
When in he came, Dick, there she lay,
("Twas time, I trow, to part)
But just as heavens would have, to cross it,
The bridegroom ate in spite;
Which were too much that night.
At length the candle's out; and now,
What that is, who can tell ?
With Bridget and with Nell.
SIR JOHN DENHAM,
Born in Dublin, 1615, entered, in 1631, gentleman-commoner
at Trinity College, Oxford, where it is said he was chiefly addicted to gaming, and exhibited no signs of genius, and that his tragedy “the Sophy," which he wrote in 1641, and his beautiful poem on “ Cooper's Hill," composed soon after, were received by the world with astonishment. Waller said “ He broke out like the Irish Rebellion, threescore thousand strong, when no body was aware or in the least suspected it.” Though but an indifferent soldier, his address and knowledge of mankind were often of service to Charles I. and after the restoration he was much admired by Charles II. who is said to have frequently suggested the subjects of his poetry. He died in 1668.
[Out of an Epigram of Martial.]'
Prithee, die and set me free,
To the grave, to the grave,
*Tis not cheeks, nor lips, nor eyes,
Prithee, why the room so dark?
And to see, and to see
Why so many bolts and locks,