are diffident of our own Abilities, let us here invite a ſuperior Power to our Aſſiſtance.
Ye Muſes then, whoever ye are, who love to ſing Battles, and principally though, who whileom didſt recount the Slaughter in thoſe Fields where Hudibras and Trulla fought, if thou were not ſtarved with thy Friend Butler, aſſiſt me on this great Occaſion. All things are not in the Power of all.
As a vaſt Herd of Cows in a rich Farmer’s Yard, if, while they are milked, they hear their Calves at a Diſtance, lamenting the Robbery which is then committing, roar and bellow: So roared forth the Somerſetſhire Mob an Hallaloo, made up of almoſt as many Squawls, Screams, and other different Sounds, as there were Perſons, or indeed Paſſions, among them: Some were inſpired by Rage, others alarmed by Fear, and others had nothing in their Heads but the Love of Fun; but chiefly Envy, the Siſter of Satan, and his conſtant Companion, ruſhed among the Crowd, and blew up the Fury of the Women; who no ſooner came up to Molly, than they pelted her with Dirt and Rubbiſh.
Molly
