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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.002 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. II. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 289-291. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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From CAELIA to CLOE . By the Same . I Rural life enjoy , the town's your taste , In this we differ , twins in all the rest . Yet when the dog-star brings diseases on , And each fond mother trembles for her son ; Now when the Mall's forlorn , the beaux and belles All for retirement crowd to Tunbridge-Wells ; Say , will not CLOE for awhile withdraw From dear Vaux-hall and charming Ranelagh ? Sure at this homely hutt one may contrive Awhile not only to exist , but live ; For not dull landscapes here my thoughts engross , Woods , lawns , and rills , and grottoes green with moss . No , the same appetite that courts infuse , Haunts in retreat , and to the shade pursues . Here all my care are to receive and pay Visits , my studies a romance or play . And then to pass the live-long Sunday off , Walks or a ride , nay church serves well enough . At church , one has a chance to see cockades , Lur'd thither in pursuit of country-maids : Or tall Hibernian smit with fond desire To wed the only daughter of a squire . Cards have their turn , to kill a tedious hour , If baulk'd of whist , piquette is in my pow'r ; For oft the captain , fresh from town , bestows A friendly week upon his friend my spouse . Then gaily glide the days on downy feet , For sure the captain has prodigious wit ; O I could hear his sweet discourse for ever , Of all that's done , and who and who's together , Oft far and wide for new delights I range , True sex , and constant to the love of change . Is there within ten miles a troop review'd , An auction of old goods , an interlude By strolling players , an horse-race , or a ball ! There to be seen I have an urgent call . The labours of the plough are then forgot , And THOMAS mounts the box in liv'ry coat . Scenes odd as these , if CLOE can endure , ( And yet these scenes are town in miniature ) Come , and reflect on Ranelagh with scorn , Content ev'n here , at least till routs return .