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And thought whose Sow had farrow'd laft:
Against Diflenters would repine,
And stood up firm for Right Divine.
Found his Head fillid with many a System,
But Classick Authors he ne'er miss'd'em.
Thus having furbisht up a Parson,
Dame Baucis next they play'd their Farceon.
Instead of home-fpun Coif, were seen
Good Pinners edg'd with Colberteen:
Her Petticoat transform'd apace,
Became black Sattin flounc'd with Lace.
Plain Goody would no longer down,
'Twas Madam in her Grogram Gown.
Philemon was in great Surprize,
And hardly could believe his Eyes,
Amaz'd to see her Look so prim,
And she admir'd as much at him.
Thus, happy in their Change of Life
Were several Years this Man and Wife,
When on a Day, which prov'd their last,
Discoursing o'er old stories past,
They went by change, amidst their talk,
To the Church-yard, to take a Walk;
When Baucis hastily cry'd out;
My Dear; I see your Forehead sprout:
Sprout, quoth the Man, What's this you tell us?
I hope you don't believe me jealous :
But yet methinks I feel it true;
And truly, yours is budding too
Nay, now I cannot stir
Foot: It feels as if 'twere taking Root.
Description would but tire my Mufe:
In short, they both were turn'd to Yews.
Old Good-man Dobson of the Green
Remembers he the Trees has seen ;
He'll talk of them from Noon 'till Night,
And goes with Folks to fhew the Sight:
On Sundays after Ev'ning Pray'r,
He gathers all the Parish there;
Points out the Place of either Yew;
Here Baucis, there Philemon grew:
Till once, a Parson of our Town,
To mend his Barn, cut Baucis down;
At which 'tis hard to be believ'd
How much the other Tree was griev'd:'
Grew scrubby, dy'd a top, was stunted;
So, the next Parson stub'd and burnt it.
(Matthew prior, geboren 1664, gestorben 1721, ein in mehrerlei Gattungen glücklicher und dadurch bei seiner Nation sehr beliebt gewordner Dichter; am glücklichften aber in seinen mit Anmuth und Leichtigkeit geschriebenen Erzäh: lungen: The Ladle; Paulo Purganti; Hans Carvel; und Protogenes and Apelles. Die leştere, als die fårzefte, mag hier zur Probé dienen.)
When Poets wrote, and Painters drew,
As Nature pointed out the View:
Ere Gothic Forms were known in Greece,
To spoil the well-proportiond Piece:
And in our Verse ere Monkish Rhimes
Had jangld their fantastick Chimes:
Ere on the flow'ry Lands of RHODES
Those knights had fix'd their dull Abodes,
Who knew not much to paint or write,
Nor card to pray, nor dard to fight:
Liv'd there, a Burgess Scot and Lot;
And, as old PLINY's writings show,
APELLES did the same at Co.
Agreed these points of Time and Place,
Proceed we in the present case.
Picquid by ProTOGENE's fame
From Co to RHODES APELLES came :
To see a rival and a friend,
Prepard to censure, or commend,
Here to absolve and there object,
As art with candor might direct.
He fails, he lands, he comes, he rings:
His servants follow with the things:
Appears the Governante of th’ houle:
For such in GREECE were much in use:
If young or handsom, Yea or No,
Concerns not Me, or Thee to know.
Does Squire PROTOGENES live here?
Yes Sir, says she with gracious air,
And courtsey low; but just called out
By Lords peculiarly devout:
Who came on purpose, Sir, to borrow
Our venus, for the feast to-morrow,
To grace the church: "tis venus Day:
I hope Sir, you intend to stay,
To fee cur VENUS: 'tis the piece
The most renown'd throughout all GREECE,
So like th? Original, they say:
But I have no great skill that way
But, Sir, at Six ('tis now paft Three)
DROMO must make
At Six, Sir, if you please to come
You'll find my Master, Sir, at home.
Tea, says a Critic big with laughter
Was found fame twenty ages after:
Authors, before they write, shou'd read
'Tis very true, but we'll proceed.
And, Sir, at present wou'd you please
To leave your name
Reach me that board. No sooner spoke
But done, with one judicious stroke
On the plain ground APELLES drew
A circle regularly true:
And will you please, Sweet-heart, laid he,
To shew your Mafter this from me?
By it he presently will know,
How Painters write their Names at Co.
He gave the Pannel to the Maid.
Smiling and court'fing, Sir, she faid,
I shall not fail to tell
And, Sir, for fear of all disaster,
I'll keep it my ownself: safe bind,
Says the old Proverb, and safe find.
So, Sir, as sure as key or lock
Your servant Sir at lix a clock,
Again at six APELLES came;
Found the fame prating civil Dame.
Sir, that my Master has been here,
Will by the board itself appear.
If from the perfect line he found
He has presum'd to swell the round
Or colours on the draught to lay:
"Tis thus (he order'd me to say)
Thus write the Painters of this Isle
Let those of Co remark the style
She said; and to his hand restor'd
The rival pledge, the millive board.
Upon the happy Line were laid
Such obvious light, and easie Chade;
That paris' Apple stood confest,
Or LEDA's Egg, or cloe's Breast:
APELLES view'd the finish'd Piece
And live, said he, the Arts of GREECE!
Howe'er PROTOGENES and I,
May in our rival talents vie;
Howe'er our works may have expressid
Who truest drew or colour'd best
When he beheld my Aowing 'line:
He found at least I cou'd design
And from his artful round, I grant
That he with perfect skill can paint
The dullest GENIUS cannot fail
To find the Moral of my Tale
That the distinguish'd part of men
With Compass, Pencil, Sword, or Pen
Shou'd in Life's visit leave their Name
In Characters, which may proclaim
That they with ardor strove to raise
At once their arts, and country's praise
And in their working took great care
That all was Full, and Round, and Fair.