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Gave them a twisted form vermicular,

And o'er the feat with plenteous wadding stuff'd
Induced a fplendid cover, green and blue,
Yellow and red, of tap'ftry richly wrought
And woven close, or needle-work fublime.
There might ye fee the piony spread wide,
The full-blown rofe, the fhepherd and his lass,
Lap-dog and lambkin with black staring eyes,
And parrots with twin cherries in their beak.

Now came the cane from India, fmooth and bright With Nature's varnish; fever'd into stripes

That interlac'd each other, thefe fupplied

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 feat betray'd the fliding part

That prefs'd it, and the feet hung dangling down,
Anxious in vain to find the distant floor.

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These for the rich: the reft, whom fate had plac'd

In modeft mediocrity, content

With base materials, fat on well-tann'd hides
Obdurate and unyielding, glaffy fmooth,

With here and there a tuft of crimson yarn,
Or fcarlet crewel in the cushion fixt:

If cushion might be call'd, what harder feem'd
Than the firm oak of which the frame was form'd.
No want of timber then was felt or fear'd

In Albion's happy ifle. The umber 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 fome afcribe th' invention to a priest
Burly and big, and studious of his ease.

But rude at firft, and not with easy flope
Receding wide, they prefs'd against the ribs,
And bruis'd the fide, and elevated high
Taught the rais'd fhoulders to invade the ears.
Long time elaps'd or e'er our rugged fires

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Complain'd, though incommodiously pent in,

And ill at ease behind. The Ladies first

'Gan murmur, as became the fofter 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 foft fettee; one elbow at each end,
And in the midft an elbow, it receiv'd,

United yet divided, twain at once.

So fit two Kings of Brentford on one throne;
And fo two citizens who take the air

Close pack'd and smiling in a chaise and one.
But relaxation of the languid frame

By foft recumbency of outftretch'd limbs,
Was bliss referv'd for happier days. So flow
The growth of what is excellent, fo hard
T'attain perfection in this nether world.
Thus first neceffity invented ftools,

Convenience next fuggefted elbow-chairs,
And luxury th' accomplish'd SOFA last.

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The nurse sleeps fweetly, hir'd to watch the fick,

Whom fnoring 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 door.
Sweet fleep 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 fnores the fick man dead,
Nor his who quits the box at midnight hour
To flumber in the carriage more fecure,
Nor fleep enjoy'd by Curate in his desk,
Nor yet the dozings of the Clerk are sweet,
Compar'd with the repofe the SOFA yields,

Oh may I live exempted (while I live Guiltlefs of pamper'd appetite obfcene) From pangs arthritic that infest the toe Of libertine excefs. The SOFA fuits

The gouty limb, 'tis

true;

but gouty limb,

Though

Though on a SOFA, may I never feel:

For I have lov'd the rural walk through lanes
Of graffy fwarth close cropt by nibbling sheep,
And skirted thick with intertexture firm

Of thorny boughs: have lov'd the rural walk
O'er hills, through valleys, and by rivers brink,
E'er fince a truant boy I pafs'd my bounds
T' enjoy a ramble on the banks of Thames.
And still remember, nor without regret,

Of hours that forrow fince has much endear'd,
How oft, my flice of pocket ftore confum'd,
Still hung'ring, pennylefs and far from home,
I fed on fcarlet hips and ftony haws,
Or blushing crabs, or berries that imbofs
The bramble, black as jet, or floes austere.
Hard fare! but fuch as boyish appetite
Difdains not, nor the palate undeprav'd
By culinary arts unfav'ry deems.

No SOFA then awaited my return,

Nor SOFA then I needed.

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