And ye! whose souls are held Like linnets in a cage, Who talk of fetters, links and chains, "O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!" 25 And you! who boast or grieve What horrid wars ye wage, Of wounds receiv'd from many an eye, Yet mean as I do, when I sigh, "O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!" 30 Hence ev'ry fond conceit Of shepherd or of sage; "Tis Slender's voice, 'tis Slender's way, Expresses all you have to say, "O sweet! O sweet Anne Page !" THE INVIDIOUS. MART. O FORTUNE! if my pray'r of old 35 6 In a well-made effectual string Fain would I see Lividio swing; Hear him from Tyburn's height haranguing; THE PRICE OF AN EQUIPAGE. Servum si potes, Ole, non habere, Et regem potes, Ole, non habere. "If thou from Fortune dost no servant crave, I ASK'D a friend, amidst the throng, 12 MART. "O, Sir!" says he, "what! han't you seen it? 5 "Tis Damon's coach, and Damon in it. ""Tis odd, methinhs, you have forgot "Your friend, your neighbour, and--what not! "Your old acquaintance Damon !—“ True; "But faith his equipage is new." "Bless me!" said I, "where can it end? "What madness has possess'd my friend? "Four powder'd slaves, and those the tallest, "Their stomachs, doubtless, not the smallest! ΤΟ And ye! whose souls are held Like linnets in a cage, Who talk of fetters, links and chains, Attend, and imitate my strains; "O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!" 25 And you! who boast or grieve What horrid wars ye wage, Of wounds receiv'd from many an eye, "O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!" 30 Hence ev'ry fond conceit Of shepherd or of sage; 'Tis Slender's voice, 'tis Slender's way, Expresses all you have to say, "O sweet! O sweet Anne Page !" 35 THE INVIDIOUS. O FORTUNE! if my pray'r of old MART. With better grace thou may'st allow 6 In a well-made effectual string Fain would I see Lividio swing; Hear him from Tyburn's height haranguing; THE PRICE OF AN EQUIPAGE. Servum si pot s, Oie, non habere, Et regem potes, Ole, non habere. "If thou from Fortune dost no servant crave, I ASK'D a friend, amidst the throng, 12 MART. "O, Sir!" says he, "what! han't you seen it? 5 "Tis Damon's coach, and Damon in it. ""Tis odd, methinhs, you have forgot "Your friend, your neighbour, and-what not! "Bless me!" said I," where can it end? IO "Can Damon's revenue maintain, "In lace and food, so large a train ? "I know his land--each inch o' ground- Thus does a false ambition rule us, HINT FROM VOITURE. LET Sol his annual journeys run, And when the radiant task is done, And should he boast he once had seen As just a form, as bright a mien, 15 20 26 8 |