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"By thee abandon'd, must I bend "Beneath thy nurse's scorn?
"l No; live with me thyself, and send "To her thy youngest born.
"Let not her mud-built walls thy stay "Before my tow'rs invite;
"Do not, beyond my verdure gay, "In her brown heaths delight.
"Do not her dingy streams prefer "To all my rivers clear;
"Good Heavens! looks poverty in her "Than wealth in me more fair?"
The judge here lets his fury out,
He frowns, he rolls his eyes about;
"If she be poor, I'll make her rich;
Thy treasure she shall hold : "Thou art a low, mechanic b-ch,
“Besides a cursed scold.
My nurse is of imperial race,
"By trade was never stain'd: "What thou dost boast of is disgrace: "Nurse, thou thy cause hast gain'd.”
Polite and candid, thus the judge:
Who first obeys th' unjust decree,
To spoil and rob with cruel glee
Hard by, a ready wight, behold
Of parts too keen to be controll'd
Still from the midnight-goblet hot,
With jarring schemes, from wine begot,
With these wild embryos, shapeless all, Without head, tail, or limb,
He lures his master to his call,
While both in fancy swim.
He now receives th' absurd command
He runs and strips her gracious brows
Of her Imperial Crown
To dress the Hag, who quickly throws Her turnip-garland down.
Yet smiling greets the Queen, and swears He only means her good,
That exigencies of affairs
May want her heart's best blood.
Thus spoil'd, she sinks with sorrow faint
And, lest she publish her complaint,
There lying, of her clothes she 's stript,
Against Apollo Midas old
Gave judgment; did he worse
Than one who to his wife, for gold,
Ah! yet recall her cruel fate,
Mistaken judge, thy friend
Here warns thee; dangers soon or late
On Avarice attend.
In thy wife's ruin yet behold