ECCENTRIC AND NONDESCRIPT. THE JOVIAL PRIEST'S CONFESSION. TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN OF WALTER DE MAPES, TIME OF HENRY II. I DEVISE to end my days-in a tavern drinking, LEIGH HUNT. May some Christian hold for me-the glass when I am shrinking, A glass of wine amazingly-enlighteneth one's intervals; Every one by nature hath—a mold which he was cast in ; Writing so I'd just as lief-be buried; tomb'd and grass'd in. Every one by nature hath-a gift too, a dotation: Just as liquor floweth good-floweth forth my lay so; Neither is there given to me-prophetic animation, Dic, heris agro at, an da quar to fine ale, DEAN SWIFT. Fora ringat ure nos, an da stringat ure tale.* Dick, here is a groat, a quart o' fine ale, For a ring at your nose, and a string at your tail. A GENTLE ECHO ON WOMAN. IN THE DORIC MANNER. DEAN SWIFT. Shepherd. ECHO, I ween, will in the woods reply, Echo. Press. Before. Shepherd. What must we do our passion to express? A dress. A door. Liar. Shepherd. If music softens rocks, love tunes my lyre. Buy her. Her deer. Shepherd. When bought, no question I shall be her dear? Keep her under. Beer. Shepherd. What must I do when women will be kind? Be kind. Shepherd. Lord, what is she that can so turn and wind? Wind. Shepherd. If she be wind, what stills her when she blows? Echo. Blows. Shepherd. But if she bang again, still should I bang her? Echo. BANG HER. Hang her. Shepherd. Is there no way to moderate her anger? Echo. TO MY NOSE. KNOWS he that never took a pinch, ANONYMOUS. Nosey! the pleasure thence which flows? Knows he the titillating joy Which my nose knows? Oh, nose! I am as fond of thee A Roman knows! ROGER AND DOLLY. BLACKWOOD. YOUNG ROGER came tapping at Dolly's window Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump; He begg'd for admittance-she answered him no- No, no, Roger, no-as you came you may go- O what is the reason, dear Dolly? he cried- That thus I'm cast off and unkindly denied?— Some rival more dear, I guess, has been here- Crumpaty, crumpaty, crump― Suppose there's been two, sir, pray what's that to you, sir? Numpaty, numpaty, nump Wi' a disconsolate look his sad farewell he took— Trumpaty, trumpaty, trump And all in despair jump'd into a brook Jumpaty, jumpaty, jump— His courage did cool in a filthy green pool Slumpaty, slumpaty, slump So he swam to the shore, but saw Dolly no more- |