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Ode To An Ass,
And though the laughing little elf Bade me devour it all myself , Yet , as thy sad necessity I see , Though much I love her , Jack , I'll give it thee . 'Sbobs ! how some folks I know would stare To see me slight the gifts of such a fair , Not long contempt they'd inly smother ; Butsmilingconscious of superior wit
, , , Would give thy poet such a thund ' ring hit — " Transfer'd from one ass to another !" Come , take it , Jack , and biess the day : Nay , prithee turn not . thus thy head away ! Thou ' st been so much abus'd , or so neglected , That Charity ' s sweet self were now suspected ; And had she offer'dlovely maid ! a thistle
, , 'Tis ten to one thou'dst bidden her— -go whistle i So when in London streets the rain Comes down impetuous and amain , Swelling the filthy gutter's pride , That threats a deluge with its tide , The pretty mantu ' -maker , with a'frown , jQuick snatches up the flowing gown
, And , standing on the Iess'ning brink , Kow she shall cross it dreads to think I Meantime a kind-soul'd gentleman appears , Anxious to dissipate her watry fears—• ' Don't be alarm'd , my dear , pray don't ! " Give me your hand , I'll help you over . " —< The nymnh , supposing him to be a lover ,
Plunges thro' thick and thin , and cries , I von't . > From London ' s noxious vapour flown , At morn I scale the breezy down ; And from great Neptune ' s blue domains See Phoebus steeds . with golden manes , Slashing the glitt'ring wave , ascend , And round the skies their journey bend .
To me 'tis glqrious , and my frame Of health's invigorating stream Drinks deep ; but , ah ! such scene as this To thee how destitute of bliss ! With Phoebus course thy course begun , Ends not but with the setting sun ; Whilst blows and , usage vile repay The toilsome labours of the day .
As these impair thy strength so stout , No wonder patience oft wears out , And docile man , with angry haste , Proclaim thee , Jack , a stubborn beast . For man 'tis almost natural to boast , Yet , when assail'd by any evil thing , Gods ! liow I've , seen them kick , and wince , and Sing , Rear upand snorttheir souls more hot than roast !
, , Nor can I easily decide Which greater is , man ' s cruelty or pride : By one tormented whilst alive , ' Refus'd by t ' other to survive Tlie grave so nasty , dark ,, and rotten . By man , thyself , and God forgotten 2 '
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Ode To An Ass,
And though the laughing little elf Bade me devour it all myself , Yet , as thy sad necessity I see , Though much I love her , Jack , I'll give it thee . 'Sbobs ! how some folks I know would stare To see me slight the gifts of such a fair , Not long contempt they'd inly smother ; Butsmilingconscious of superior wit
, , , Would give thy poet such a thund ' ring hit — " Transfer'd from one ass to another !" Come , take it , Jack , and biess the day : Nay , prithee turn not . thus thy head away ! Thou ' st been so much abus'd , or so neglected , That Charity ' s sweet self were now suspected ; And had she offer'dlovely maid ! a thistle
, , 'Tis ten to one thou'dst bidden her— -go whistle i So when in London streets the rain Comes down impetuous and amain , Swelling the filthy gutter's pride , That threats a deluge with its tide , The pretty mantu ' -maker , with a'frown , jQuick snatches up the flowing gown
, And , standing on the Iess'ning brink , Kow she shall cross it dreads to think I Meantime a kind-soul'd gentleman appears , Anxious to dissipate her watry fears—• ' Don't be alarm'd , my dear , pray don't ! " Give me your hand , I'll help you over . " —< The nymnh , supposing him to be a lover ,
Plunges thro' thick and thin , and cries , I von't . > From London ' s noxious vapour flown , At morn I scale the breezy down ; And from great Neptune ' s blue domains See Phoebus steeds . with golden manes , Slashing the glitt'ring wave , ascend , And round the skies their journey bend .
To me 'tis glqrious , and my frame Of health's invigorating stream Drinks deep ; but , ah ! such scene as this To thee how destitute of bliss ! With Phoebus course thy course begun , Ends not but with the setting sun ; Whilst blows and , usage vile repay The toilsome labours of the day .
As these impair thy strength so stout , No wonder patience oft wears out , And docile man , with angry haste , Proclaim thee , Jack , a stubborn beast . For man 'tis almost natural to boast , Yet , when assail'd by any evil thing , Gods ! liow I've , seen them kick , and wince , and Sing , Rear upand snorttheir souls more hot than roast !
, , Nor can I easily decide Which greater is , man ' s cruelty or pride : By one tormented whilst alive , ' Refus'd by t ' other to survive Tlie grave so nasty , dark ,, and rotten . By man , thyself , and God forgotten 2 '