"The tinkling bell proclaiming early prayers, The noisy servants rattling o'er their head, The calls of business and domestic cares, Ne'er rouse these sleepers from their drowsy bed. "No chattering females crowd the social fire, No dread have they of discord and of strife, Unknown the names of husband and of sire, Unfelt the plagues of matrimonial life. "Oft have they basked along the sunny walls, Oft have the benches bowed beneath their weight, How jocund are their looks when dinner calls! How smoke the cutlets on their crowded plate! "Oh! let not Temperance too disdainful hear How long their feasts, how long their dinners last; Nor let the fair with a contemptuous sneer, On these unmarried men reflections cast. * * * * * "Far from the giddy town's tumultuous strife, Their wishes yet have never learned to stray, Content and happy in a single life, They keep the noiseless tenor of their way. "E'en now their books, from cobwebs to protect, Inclosed by door of glass, in Doric style, On polished pillars raised with bronzes decked, Demand the passing tribute of a smile." Another parody of this famous Elegy published about the same date, has a less pleasant subject--the dangers and vices of the metropolis. It speaks of the activities of thieves. "Oft to their subtlety the fob did yield, Their cunning oft the pocket string hath broke, How in dark alleys bludgeons did they wield! How bowed the victim 'neath their sturdy stroke! "Let not ambition mock their humble toil, Their vulgar crimes and villainy obscure; Nor rich rogues hear with a disdainful smile, The low and petty knaveries of the poor. "Beneath the gibbet's self perhaps is laid, Some heart once pregnant with infernal fire, Hands that the sword of Nero might have swayed, And midst the carnage tuned the exulting lyre. "Ambition to their eyes her ample page Rich with such monstrous crimes did ne'er unroll, Chill penury repressed their native rage, And froze the bloody current of their soul. "Full many a youth, fit for each horrid scene, The dark and sooty flues of chimneys bear; Full many a rogue is born to cheat unseen, And dies unhanged for want of proper care." Gay dedicated his first poem to Pope, then himself a young man, and this led to an intimacy between them. In 1712 he held the office of Secretary to Ann, Duchess of Monmouth; and in 1714 he accompanied the Earl of Clarendon to Hanover. In this year he wrote a good travesty of Ambrose Philips' pastoral poetry, of which the following is a specimen-- _Lobbin Clout._ As Blouzelinda, in a gamesome mood, Behind a hayrick loudly laughing stood, I slily ran and snatched a hasty kiss; She wiped her lips, nor took it much amiss. Believe me, Cuddy, while I'm bold to say, Her breath was sweeter than the ripened hay.