66 Miscellaneous P o e w s.

Art thou asleep, or art thou deaf, my Dear ?'

And cannot Abfalon at Window hear ?

How with his Serenade he charms us all,.

Chaunting melodiously beneath our Wall ?

Yes, yes, I hear him, Alison reply’d,

Too well, God wot; and then Ihe turn’4 aside.

Thus went Affairs, ’till Absalon, alas!

Was a loll Creature, a meer whining Ass.

All Night he wakes, and sighs, and wears away-On his broad Locks and Dress the lire long Day,

To such a Height his dealing Fondness grew,

To kiss the Ground, and wipe her very Shoe,Where’er she went, he like a Slave pursu’d,

With spiced Ale, and sweet Mecheglin woo’d..

All Dainties he could rap and rend he got,

And sent her Tarts and Custards piping hot..

He spar’d no Cost for an expensive Treat,

Of Mead and Cyder, and all Sorts of Meat.Throbbing he sings with his lamenting Throat, ■

And rival's Philomela’s mournful Note.

With Rigour some, and some with gentle Arts,

Have found a Passage to young Ladies Hearts:

Some Wealth have won, and some have had the Lot.To fall enamour’d of a treating Sot.

Sometimes he Scaramouched it on high,.

And Harlequin’d it with Activity jBetrays the Lightness of his empty Head,

And how he could cut Capers in a Bed.

But neither this nor that the Damsel move.

For Nicholas has swept the Stakes of Love.

The Parilh Clerk has nothing met but Scorn,

And may go Fiddle now, or blow his Horn.

Thus gentle Absalon is made her Ape,

And all his Passion turn’d into a Jape ;

For Nicholas is always in her Eye;

True, fays the Proverb, that the Nigh are fy.

A distant Love may Disappoinmcnt find,

For out of Sight is ever ts of Mind,

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