HANS CARVEL
by: Matthew Prior (1664-1721)
- ANS CARVEL, Impotent and Old,
- Married a Lass of LONDON Mould:
- Handsome? enough; extremely Gay:
- Lov'd Musick, Company, and Play:
- High Flights She had, and Wit at Will:
- And so her Tongue lay seldom still:
- For in all Visits who but She,
- To Argue, or to Repartée?
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- She made it plain, that Human Passion
- Was order'd by Predestination;
- That, if weak Women went astray,
- Their Stars were more at Fault than They:
- Whole Tragedies She had by Heart:
- Enter'd into ROXANA'S Part:
- To Triumph in her Rival's Blood,
- The Action certainly was good.
- How like a Vine young AMMON curl'd!
- Oh that dear Conqu'ror of the World!
- She pity'd BETTERTON in age,
- That ridicul'd the God-like Rage.
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- She, first of all the Town, was told,
- Where newest INDIA Things were sold
- So in a Morning, without Bodice,
- Slipt sometimes out to Mrs THODY'S;
- To cheapen Tea, to buy a Screen:
- What else could so much Virtue mean?
- For to prevent the least Reproach,
- Betty went with Her in the Coach.
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- But when no very great Affair
- Excited her peculiar Care;
- She without fail was wak'd at Ten;
- Drank Chocolate, then slept again:
- At Twelve She rose: with much ado
- Her Cloths were huddl'd on by Two:
- Then; Does my Lady Dine at home?
- Yes sure; -- but is the Colonel come?
- Next, how to spend the Afternoon,
- And not come Home again too soon;
- The Change, the City, or the Play,
- As each was proper for the Day;
- A Turn in Summer to HYDE-PARK,
- When it grew tolerably Dark.
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- Wife's Pleasure causes Husband's Pain:
- Strange Fancies come in HANS'S Brain:
- He thought of what He did not name;
- And wou'd reform; but durst not blame.
- At first He therefore Preach'd his Wife
- The Comforts of a Pious Life:
- Told Her, how Transient Beauty was;
- That All must die, and Flesh was Grass:
- He bought Her Sermons, Psalms, and Graces;
- And doubled down the useful Places.
- But still the Weight of worldly Care
- Allow'd Her little time for Pray'r:
- And CLEOPATRA was read o'er,
- While SCOT, and WAKE, and Twenty more,
- That teach one to deny one's self,
- Stood unmolested on the Shelf.
- An untouch'd Bible grac'd her Toilet:
- No feat that Thumb of Her's should spoil it.
- In short, the Trade was still the same:
- The Dame went out: the Colonel came.
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- What's to be done? poor CARVEL cry'd:
- Another Batt'ry must be try'd:
- What if to Spells I had Recourse?
- 'Tis but to hinder something Worse.
- The End must justifie the Means:
- He only Sins who Ill intends:
- Since therefore 'tis to Combat Evil;
- 'Tis lawful to employ the Devil.
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- Forthwith the Devil did appear
- (For name Him and He's always near)
- Not in the Shape in which He plies
- At Miss's Elbow when She lies;
- Or stands before the Nurs'ry Doors,
- To take the naughty Boy that roars:
- But without sawcer Eye or Claw,
- Like a grave Barrister of Law.
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- HANS CARVEL, lay aside your Grief,
- The Devil says: I bring Relief.
- Relief, says HANS: pray let me crave
- Your Name, Sir. -- SATAN. -- Sir, your Slave:
- I did not look upon your Feet:
- You'll pardon Me: -- Ay, now I see't:
- And pray, Sir, when came You from Hell?
- Our Friends there, did you leave Them well?
- All well: but pr'ythee, honest HANS,
- (Says SATAN) leave your Complaisance:
- The Truth is this: I cannot stay
- Flaring in Sun-shine all the Day:
- For, entre Nous, We Hellish Sprites,
- And oft'ner our Receipts convey
- In Dreams, than any other Way.
- I tell You therefore as a Friend,
- Ere Morning dawns, your Fears shall end:
- Go then this Ev'ning, Master CARVEL,
- Lay down your Fowls, and broach your Barrel;
- Let Friends and Wine dissolve your Care;
- Whilst I the great Receipt prepare:
- To Night I'll bring it, by my Faith;
- Believe for once what SATAN saith.
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- Away went HANS: glad? not a little;
- Obey'd the Devil to a Tittle;
- Invited Friends some half a Dozen,
- The Colonel, and my Lady's Cousin.
- The Meat was serv'd; the Bowls were crown'd;
- Catches were sung; and Healths went round:
- Barbadoes Waters for the Close;
- 'Till Hans had fairly got his Dose:
- The Colonel toasted to the best:
- The Dame mov'd off, to be undrest:
- The Chimes went Twelve: the Guests withdrew:
- But when, or how, HANS hardly knew.
- Some Modern Anecdotes aver,
- He nodded in his Elbow Chair;
- From thence was carry'd off to Bed:
- JOHN held his Heels, and NAN his head.
- My Lady was disturb'd: new Sorrow!
- Which HANS must answer for to Morrow.
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- In Bed then view this happy Pair;
- And think how HYMEN Triumph'd there.
- Hans, fast asleep, as soon as laid;
- The Duty of the Night unpaid:
- The waking Dame, with Thoughts opprest,
- That made Her Hate both Him and Rest:
- By Such a Husband, such a Wife!
- 'Twas ACME'S and SEPTIMIUS' Life.
- The Lady sigh'd: the Lover snor'd:
- The punctual Devil kept his Word:
- Appear'd to honest HANS again;
- But not at all by Madam seen:
- And giving Him a Magick Ring,
- Fit for the Finger of a King;
- Dear Hans, said He, this Jewel take,
- And wear it long for SATAN'S Sake:
- 'Twill do your Business to a Hair:
- For long as You this Ring shall wear,
- As sure as I look over LINCOLN,
- That ne'er shall happen which You think on.
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- HANS took the ring with Joy extreme;
- (All this was only in a Dream)
- And thrusting it beyond his Joint,
- 'Tis done, He cry'd: I've gain'd my Point.
- What Point, said She, You ugly Beast?
- You neither give Me Joy nor Rest:
- 'Tis done. -- What's done, You drunken Bear?
- You've thrust your Finger G-d knows where!
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