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Gave them a twisted form vermicular,
And o'er the feat, with plenteous wadding stuff'd,
Induc'd a splendid cover, green and blue,
Yellow and red, of tap'stry richly wrought
And woven close, or needle-work fublime.
There might ye see the piony spread wide,
The full-blown rose, the shepherd and his lass,
Lap-dog and lambkin with black staring eyes,

parrots with twin cherries in their beak.

Now came the cane from India, smooth and bright With Nature's varnish ; sever'd into stripes That interlac'd each other, these supplied Of texture firm a lattice-work, that brac'd The new machine, and it became a chair. But restless was the chair ; the back erect Distress’d the weary loins, that felt no ease; The flipp'ry seat betray'd the Niding part . That press’d it, and the feet hung dangling down, Anxious in vain to find the distant floor.

These for the rich: the rest, whom fate had placid
In modest mediocrity, content
With base materials, sat on well-tann'd hides,
Obdurate and unyielding, glasly smooth,
With here and there a tuft of crimson yarn,
Or scarlet crewel, in the cushion fixt;
If cushion might be calld, what harder feem'd
Than the firm oak of which the frame was form'de
No want of timber then was felt or fear'd
In Albion's happy isle. Thelumber stood
Pond'rous and fixt by its own maffy weight.-
But elbows still were wanting; these, some say,
An alderman of Cripplegate contriv'd;
And some ascribe th' invention to a priest
Burly and big, and studjous of his ease.
But, rude at first, and not with easy nope
Receding wide, they press’d against the ribs,
And bruis'd the side; and, elevated high,
Taught the rais'd shoulders to invade the ears.
Long time elaps'd or e'er our rugged fires

Complain'd, though incommodiously pent in,
And ill at ease behind. The ladies first
'Gan murmur, as became the foffer fex.
Ingenious fancy, never better pleas'd
Than when employ'd t’ accommodate the fair,
Heard the sweet moan with pity, and devis'd
The soft settee; one elbow at each end,
And in the midst an elbow; it receivid,
United yet divided, twain at once.
So fit two kings of Brentford on one throne ;
And so two citizens who take the air,
Clofe pack'd, and smiling, in a chaise and one.
But relaxation of the languid frame,
By soft recumbency of outstretch'd limbs,
Was bliss reserv'd for happier days. So now
The growth of what is excellent; so hard
T'attain perfection in this nether world.
Thus fiift necessity invented stools,
Convenience next suggested elbow-chairs,
And luxury th' accomplish'd sofa last.

The nurse neeps sweetly, hir'd to watch the sick,
Whom snoring she disturbs. As sweetly he
Who quits the coach-box at the midnight hour
To sleep within the carriage more secure,
His legs depending at the open

Sweet Neep enjoys the curate in his desk,
The tedious rector drawling o'er his head;
And sweet the clerk below. But neither sleep
Of lazy nurse, who snores the sick man dead,
Nor his who quits the box at aidnight hour
To flumber in the carriage more secure,
Nor ileep enjoy'd by curate in his desk,
Nor yet the dozings of the clerk, are sweet,
Compar'd with the repose the sofa yields.

Oh may I live exempted (while I live
Guiltless of pamper'd appetite obscene)
From pangs arthritic, that infest the toe
Of libertine excess. The sofa suits
The gouty limb, 'tis true; but gouty limb,

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Though on a sofa, may I never feel :
For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes
Of graffy swarth, close cropt by nibbling sheep,
And skirted thick with intertexture firm
Of thorny boughs; have lov'd the rural walk
O’er hills, through vallies, and by rivers' brink,
E'er since a truant boy I pass'd my bounds
T' enjoy a ramble on the banks of Thames;
And still remember, nor without regret
Of hours that sorrow since has much endear'd,
How oft, my nice of pocket store consumid,
Still hung'ring, pennyless and far from home,
I fed on scarlet hips and stony haws,
Or blushing crabs, or berries, that imboss
The bramble, black as jet, or noes austere.
Hard fare ! but such as boyish appetite
Disdains not; nor the palate, undeprav'd
By culinary arts, unfav'ry deems.
No sofa then awaited my return;
Nor sofa then I needed. Youth repairs

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