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To V E N u s.


IV*
I.



AGAIN? new Tumults in my bread ?
Ah fpare me, Venus ! let me, let me reft !
I am not now, alas ! the man

As in the gentle Reign of My Queen Anne,
Ah found no more thy fort alarms,

Nor circle fober fifty with thy Charms.
Mother too fierce of dear Defires !

Turn, turn to willing hearts your wanton fires.
To Number jive diret your Doves,

There fpread round MURRAY all your blooming

Loves j
Noble and young, who ftrikes the heart

With ev'ry fprightly, ev'ry decent part ;
Equal, the injur'd to defend,

To charm the Miftrefs, or to fix the Friend.
He, with a hundred Arts refin'd,

Shall ftretch thy conquefts over half the kind :
To him each Rival (hall fubmit,

Make but his Riches equal to his Wit.

This, and the unfinifhed imitationof theninthOdc
of the fourth Book which follows, (hew as happy a vein
lor managing the Odes of Horace as the Epiltles.

Then



a8 IMITATIONS Book IV,
Albanos prope te lacus

Ponet marmoream fub trabe citrca.
Illic pluriraa naribus

Duces thura ; lyraque et Berecynthias
Deleclabere tibia

Mixtis carminibus, non fine fiflula.
Illic bis pueri die

Numen cum teneris virginibus tuum
Laudantes, pede candido

In morem Salium ter quatient humum.
Me nee femina, ncc puer

Jam, nee fpes animi credula mutui,
Ncc certarejuvat mero,

Nee vincire novis tempora floribus.
Sed cur, heu ! Ligurine, cur

Manat rara meas lacrymo per genas ?
Cur facunda parura decoro

lute* veiba cadit lingua fdentio ?
No&urnis te ego fomniis

Jam captum teneo, jam volucrein fequor
Te per gramina Martii

Campi, te per aquas, dure,



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Ode I. O F H O R A C E. 29

Then (hall thy Form the Marble grace,

(Thy Grecian Form) and Chloc lend the Face :
His Houfe, cmbofom'd in the Grove,

Sacred to focial life and focial love,
Shall glitter o'er the pendent green,

Where Thames reflects the vifionary fcene :
Thither, the fdver-founding lyres

Shall call the fmiling Loves, and young Dcfires }
There, ev'ry Grace and Mufe fhall throng,

Exalt the dance, or animate the fong ;
There Youths and Nymphs, in confort gay,

Shall hail the rifmg, clofe the parting day.
With me, alas ! thofe joys are o'er ;

For me the vernal garlands bloom no more.
Adieu ! fond hope of mutual fire,

The ftill-believing, ftill-renew'd defirc ;
Adieu ! the heart-expanding bowl,

And all the kind Deceivers of the foul !
But why ? ah tell me, ah too dear !

Steals down my cheek th' involuntary Tear ?
Why words fo flowing, thoughts fo free,

Stop, or turn nonfenfe, atone glance of thee ?
Thee, dreft in Fancy's airy beam,

Abfent I follow thro' th' extended Dream j
Now, now I feize, I clafp thy charms,

And now you burft (ah cruel !) from my arms ;
And fwiftly fhoot along the Mall,

Or foftly glide by the Canal,
Now mown by Cynthia's filver ray,

And now, on rolling waters fhatch'd away.

i Part



jo IMITATIONS Book IV.



LIBER IV.



ODE IX.

NE forte credas interitura, quae
Longe fonantem natus ad Aufidum
Non ante vulgatas per artes

Verba loquor focianda chordis;
Non, fi priores Maeonius tenet
Sedes Homerus, Pindaricae latent
Ceaeque, et Alcaei minaces

Stefichorique graves Camenae :
Nee, fi quid olim lufit Anacreon,
Delevit aetas : fpirat adhuc amor,
Vivuntque commifli calores
Aeoliae fidibus puellae.

Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi ; fed omnes illacrymabiles
Urgentur ignotiquc longa
Node, carent quia vate facra.



Ode IX. O F H O R A C E. 31

Part of the N I N T H O D E

Of the FOURTH BOOK.

LEST you fliould think that verfe fhall die,
Which founds the filver Thames along,
Taught, on the wings of Truth to fly
Above the reach of vulgar fong ;

Tho' daring Milton fits fublime,

In Spencer native Mufes play ;
Nor yet (hall Waller yield to time,

Nor penfive Cowley's moral lay-
Sages and Chiefs long fmce had birth

Ere Csefar was, or Newton nam'd ;
Thefe rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth,

And Thofe, new Heav'ns and Syftems fram'd.

Vain was the Chiefs, the Sage's pride !

They had no Poet, and they died.
In vain they fchem'd, in vain they bled I

They had no Poet, and are dead.






MISCELLANIES.



VOL. VI.



( 35 )

EPISTLE

T O

ROBERT Earl of OXFORD,
and Earl MORTIMER.

SUCH were the notes thy once-lov'd Poet lung,
'Till Death untimely ftop'd his tuneful tongue.
Oh juft beheld ! and loft ! admir'd and mourn' J !
With fofteft manners, gentleft arts adorn'd !
Bleft in each fcience, bleft in ev'ry ftrain ! 5

Dear to the Mufe ! to HARLEY dear in vain !

For him, thou oft haft bid the World attend,
Fond to forget the ftatefman in the friend ;
For SWIFT and him, defpis'd the farce of ftate,
The fober follies of the wife and great ; IQ

Dextrous, the craving, fawning croud to quit,
And pleas'd to 'fcape from Flattery to Wit.

Abfent or dead, ftill let a friend be dear,
(A figh the abfent claims, the dead a tear)
Recall thofe nights that clos'd thy toilfome days, 15
Still hear thy Parnelle in his living lays,
Who, carelcfs now of Int'reft, Fame, or Fate,
Perhaps forgets that OXFORD e'er was great ;

NOTES.

Epifi. to Robert Earl of CXr/W.] This Epiftle wa'
fcnt to the Earl of Oxford with Dr. Parnelle's Pocm s
puhlilhedby our Author, after the faid Earl's Impriibn-
ment in the Tower, and Retreat into the Country, in
the Year 1721. P.

D 2 O:



3 6 MISCELLANIES.

Or deeming meaneft what we greateft call,
Beholds thee glorious only in thy Fall. 2O

And fure, if aught below the feats divine
Can touch Immortals, 'tis a Soul like thine :
A Soul fupreme, in each hard inftance try'd,
Above all Pain, all Paflion, and all Pride,
The rage of Pow'r, the bhft of public breath, 25
The luft of Lucre, and the dread of Death.

In vain to Defcrts thy retreat is made ;
The Mufe attends thee to thy filcnt fhade :
'Tis hers, the brave man's lateftfteps to trace,
Rejudge his acts, and dignify difgrace. 30

When Int'rcft calls off all her fneaking train,
And all th' oblig'd defert, and all the vain ;
She waits, or to the fcaffokl, or the cell,
When the laft ling'ring friend has bid furewel.
Ev'n now, fhe fhades thy Ev'ning-walk with bays,
(No hireling fhe, no proftitute to praife) 36

Ev'n now, obfervant of the parting ray,
Eyes the calm Sun-fet of thy various Day,
Thro' Fortune's cloud one truly great can fee,
Nor fears to teU, that MORTIMER h he. 40



C 37 )

E P I. S T L E

T O

JAMES C R A <3 G S, Efq.

SECRETARY of STATE.

A Soul as full of Worth, as void of Pride,
Which nothing feeks to fhew, or needs to

hide,

Which nor to Guilt nor Fear, its Caution owes,
And boafts a Warmth that from no Paflion flows.
A Face unt;ught to feign ; a judging Eye, 5 )
That darts feverc upon a rifmg Lye,
And ftrikes a blufh thro' frontlefs Flattery. J

All this thou wert ; and being this before,
Know, Kings and Fortune cannot make thce more,
Then fcorn to gain a Friend by fervile ways, 10
Nor wifh to lofe a Foe thefe Virtues raife j
But candid, free, fincere, as you began,
Proceed a Minifter, but flill a Man.
Be not (exalted to whatc'er degree)
Alham'd of any Friend, not ev'n of Me : 15

The Patriof s plain, but untrod, path purfue ;
If not, 'tis I muft be afham'd of You.



of Staff.] In the Year 17x0. P.

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R V AS,

N'S Tranflation


of



F R E s N o Y'S Art of Painting.

THIS Verfe be thine, my friend, nor thou
refufe

This, from no venal or ungrateful Mufe.
Whether thy hand ftrike out fome free rlefign,
Where Life awakes, and dawns at ev'ry line ;
Or blend in beauteous tints the colour'd mafe, 5
And from the canvas call the mimic face :
Read thcfe inftruftive leaves, in which confpire
Frelhoy's clofe Art, and Dryden's native Fire :
And reading wifh, like theirs, our fate and fame,
So mix'd our ftudies, and fo join'd our name ; 10
Like them to fhine thro' long fucceeding age,
So juft thy (kill, fo regular my rage.

Smit with the love of Sifter-Arts we came,
And met congenial, mingling flame with flame j
Like friendly colours found them both unite, 15
And each from each contract new ftrength and light.

NOTES.

///?. to Mr. Jenas.] This Epiftle, and the two fol-
lowing, were written foine years before the rcit, and
originally printed in 1717. P.

How



MISCELLANIES. 3^

How oft in pleafmg taflcs we wear the day,
While fummer-funs roll unperceiv'd away ?
HOW oft our flowly-growing works impart,
While Images reflect from art to art ? 2G

How oft review ; each finding like a friend
Something to blame, and fomething to commend ?

What flatt'ring fcenes our wand'ring fancy wrought,
Rome's pompous glories rifing to our thought !
Together o'er the Alps methinks we fly, 25

Fir'd with Ideas of fair Italy.
With thee, on Raphael's Monument I mourn,
Or wait infpiring Dreams at Maro's Urn :
With thce repofe, where Tully once was laid,
Or fcek fome Ruin's formidable fhade : 30

While fancy brings the vanifti'd piles to view,
And builds imaginary Rome a-new,
Here thy wcll-ftudy'd marbles fix our eye j
A fading Frefco here demands a figh :
Each heav'nly piece unwearied we compare, 35
Match Raphael's grace with thy lov'dGuido'sair,
Carracci's ftrength, Corrcggio's fofter line,
Paulo's free ftroke, and Titian's warmth divine.

How finifh'd with illuftrious toil appears
This fmall, well-polim'd Gem, the * work of years !
Yet dill how faint by precept is expreft 41

The living image in the painter's breaft ?
Thence cndlefs llrcams of fair Ideas flow,
Strike in the (ketch, or in the picture glow ;
Thence Reauty, waking all her forms, fupplics 45
An Angel's fweetncfs, or Biidgewater's eyes,

N O T t S.

* Frcfnoy employed above twenty Years in fmifamg
. Viv*u. F.

D 4 Mufc !



40 MISCELLANIES.

Mufe ! at that Name thy facred forrows fhed,
Thofe tears eternal, that embalm the dead :
Call round her Tomb each obje<5t of defire,
Each purer frame inform'd with purer fire : 50

Bid her be all that chears or foftens life,
The tender fifter, daughter, Friend and wife :
Bi-1 her be all that makes mankind adore ;
Then view this Marble, and be vain no more !

Yet ftill her charms in breathing paint engage ;
Her modeft cheek {hall warm a future age. 56
Beauty, frail flow'r that ev'ry feafon fears,
Blooms in thy colours for a thoufand years.
Thus Churchill's race (hall other hearts furprize,
And other Beauties envy Worfley's eyes ; 60

Each pleaftng Blount fhall endlefs fmiles beftow,
And foft Belinda's blufh for ever glow.

Oh lafting as thofe Colours may thf :-y (hine,
Free as thy ftroke, yet faultlcfs as thy line ;
New graces yearly like thy works difplay, 65

Soft without weakncfs, without glaring gay ;
Led by fome rule, that guides, but not conftrains ;
And finifli'd more thro' happinefs than pains.
The kindred Arts fhall in their praife confpire,
One dip the pencil, and one ftring the lyre. 7*
Yet fhould the Graces all thy figures place,
And breathe an air divine on ev'ry face - t
Yet ihould the Mufes bid my numbers roll
Strong as their charms, and gentle as their foul ;
With Zeuxis' Helen thy Bridgewater vie, 75

And thefe be fung 'till Granv ille's Myra die :
Alas ! how little from the grave we claim !
Thou but preferv'fl a Face, and I a Name.

EPISTLE



EPISTLE

To Mrs. B L O U N T,

With the WORKS of VOITURE.

IN thefe gay thoughts the Loves and Graces (hine,
And all the Writer lives in ev'ry line ;
His eafy Art may happy Nature feem,
Trifles themfelves are elegant in him.
Sure to charm all was his peculiar fate, 5

Who without flatt'ry pleas'd the fair and great ;
Still with efteem no lefs convers'd than read ;
With wit wcll-natur'd, and with bodes well-bred :
His heart, his miftrefs, and his friend did fliare,
His time, the Mufe, the witty, and the fair. 10
Thus wifely carelefs, innocently gay,
Chearful he play'd the trifle, Life, away ;
'Till fate fcarce felt his gentle breath fupprefr,
As fmiling Infants fport themfelves to reft.
Ev'n rival Wits did Voiture's death deplore, 15
And the gay mourn'd who never mourn'd before^
The trueft hearts for Voiture heav'd with fi^hs,

O '

Voiture was wept by all the brighteft Eyes :

Th Smiles and Loves had dy'd in Voiture's death,

But that for ever in his lines they breathe. 20

Let the ftricl life of graver mortals be
A long, exadl, and ferious Comedy j
In ev'ry fcene fome Moral let it teach,
And, if it con, at once both pleafe and preach.

Let



42 MISCELLANIES.

Let mine, an innocent gay farce appear, 2

And more diverting ftill than regular,

Have Humour, Wit, a native Eafe and Grace,

Tho' not too ftriclly bound to Time and Place :

Critics in Wit, or Life, are hard to pleafe,

Few write to thofe, and none can live to thefe. 3*

Too much your Sex is by their forms confin'd,
Severe to all, but moft to Womankind ;
Cuftom, grown blind with age, muft be your guide ;
Your pleafureis a vice, but not your pride ;
By Nature yielding, ftubborn but for fame ; 35
Made Slaves by honour, and made Fools by ftiame*
Marriage may all thofe petty Tyrants chafe,
But fets up one, a greater in their place :
Well might you wifh for change by thofe accurft,
But the laft Tyrant ever proves the worft. 49

Still in conftraint your furPring Sex remains,
Or bound in formal, or in real chains :
Whole years negledled, for fome months ador'd,
The fawning Servant turns a haughty Lord.
Ah quit not the free innocence of life, 45

For the dull glory of a virtuous Wife ;
Nor let fa lie Shews, nor empty Titles pleafe :
Aim not at Joy, but reft content with Eafe.

The Gods, to curfe Pamela with her pray'rs,
Gave the gilt Coach and dappled Flanders Mares,
The fhining robee, rich jewels, beds of ftate, 5 1
And, to compleat her blifs, a Fool for Mate.
She glares in Balls, front Boxes, and the Ring,
A vain, unquiet, glitt'ring, wretched Thing !
Pride, Pomp, and State but reach her outward part;
She figbs, and is no Duchcfs a; her heart. 56

But,



MISCELLANIES. 43

But, Madam, if the fates withftand, and you
Are deftin'd Hymen's willing Viftim too j
Truft not too much your now refiftlefs charms,
Thofe, Age or ficknefs, foon or late difarms : 6*
Good humour only teaches charms to laft,
Still makes new conquefts, and maintains the paft j
Love, rais'd on Beauty, will like that decay ;
Our hearts may bear its (lender chain a day j
As flow'ry bands in wantonnefs are worn, 65

A morning's pleafure, and at evening torn ;
This binds in ties more eafy, yet more ftrong,
The willing heart, and only holds it long.

Thus * Voiture's early care ftill fhonc the fame,
And Monthaufier was only chang'd in name : 70
By this, cv'n now they live, ev'n now they charm,
Their Witftillfparkling, and their flames ftill warm.

Now crown'd with Myrtle, on th' Elyfian coaft,
Amid thofe Lovers, joys his gentle Ghoft :
Pleas 'd, while with fmiles his happy lines you view,
And finds a fairer Rambouillet in you. 76

The brightcft eyes of France infpir'd his Mufe j
The brighteft eyes of Britain now penile ;
And dead, as living, 'tis our Author's pride
Still to charm thofe who charm the world befide.

Mademoifcllc Paulet. P.



EPISTL



( 44 )

EPISTLE

To the fame,

n her leaving the Town after the
CORONATION.

AS fome fond Virgin, whom her mother's care
Drags from the Town to wholefome Coun-
try air,

Juft when fhe learns to roll a melting eye,
And hear a fpark, yet think no danger nigh ;
From the dear man unwilling (he muft fever, 5
Yet takes one kifs before (he parts for ever :
Thus from the world fair Zephalinda flew,
Saw others happy, and with fighs withdrew ;
Not that their pleafures caus'd her difcontent,
She figh'd not that they ftay'd, but that (he went. 10
She went to plain-work, and to purling brooks,
Old-fafliion'd halls, dull Aunts, and croaking rooks :
She went from Op'ra, Park, Aflembly, Play,
To morning-walks, and pray'rs three hours a day ;
To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea, 15
To mufe, and fpill her folitary tea,
Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the fpoon,
Count the flow clock, and dine exact at noon j
Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire,
Hum half a tune, tell ftories to the fquire j 20

Coronation.'] Of King George the firft, 1715; P.

Up



MISCELLANIES. 45

Up to her godly garret after fev'n,

There ftarve and pray, for that's the way to heav'n.

Some Squire, perhaps, you take delight to rack i
Whofe game is Whifk, whofe treat a toaft in fack
Who vifits with a Gun, prefents you birds, 25
Then gives a fmacking bufs, and cries, No words !
Or with his hound comes hallowing from the ftable,
Makes love with nods, and knees beneath a tabfe ;
Whofe laughs are hearty, tho' his jefts arc coarfe,
And loves you beft of all things but his horfe. 30

In fome fair ev'ning, on your elbow laid,
You dream of Triumphs in the rural made ;
In penfive thought recall the fancy 'd fcene,
See Coronations rife on ev'ry grern ;
Before you pafs th' imaginary fights 35

Of Lords, and Earls, and Dukes, and garter'd

Knights,

While thefpread fan o'erftades your clofmgeyes ;
Then give one flirt, and all the vifion flies.
Thus vanifh fceptres, coronets, and balls,
And leave you in lone woods, or empty walls ! 40

So when your Slave, at fome dear idle time,
(Not plagu'd with head-aches, or t'.ie want of rhyme)
Stands in the ftrcets, abftra&ed from the crew,
And while he fcems to ftudy, thinks of you ;
Juft when his fancy points your fprightly eyes, 45
Or fees the blufh of foft Parthenia rife,
Gay pats my (boulder, and you vaniih quite,
Streets, Chairs, and Coxcombs rufh upon my fi|ht;
Vx'd to be ftill in town, I knit my brow,
Look four, and hum a Tune, as you may now. 50

THE



46 MISCELLANIES.
THE

BASSET-TABLE.

A N

ECLOGUE.

CARDELIA. SM1LINDA.
CAR DELI A.

THE BaJJet-Table fpread, the Tattler come ;
Whyftays SMILINDA intheDrefling-Room?
Rife, penfive Nymph, the Tattler waits for you :



SMILINDA.

Ah, Madam, fince my SHARPER is untrue
I joylefs make my once ador'cl Alpeu.
I faw him ftand behind OMBRELIA'S Chair,
And whifper with that foft, deluding air
And thofc feign 'd figns which cheat the
Fair.



I

Chair, "1

ir, /

ie lift'ning f



CARDELIA.

Is this the caufe of your Romantic drains ?
A mightier grief my heavy heart fuftains. 10

NOTES.

Tke Baftt -Tabled] Only this of all the Town Eclogues
was Mr. Fope's ; and is here printed from a copy cor-
rected by his own band. '1 lie humour of it lies in
this, that the one it in love with the Caa:t, aud the other
with t. I

As



MISCELLANIES. 47

As You by Love, fo I by Fortune crofs't j
One, one bad Dail, Three Septlevas have loft.

SMI LIN DA.

Is that the grief, which you compare with mine ?
With eafe, the fmiles of Fortune I refign :
Would all my gold in one bad >// were gone ; 1 5
Were lovely SHARPER mine, and mine alone,

C A R D E L I A.
A Lover loft, is but a common care ;
And prudent Nymphs againft that change prepare :
The KNAVE OF CLUBS thriceloft : Oh! who could

gucfs
This fatal ftroke, this unforefecn Diftrefs ? 20

S M I L I N D A.
See BETTY LOVET ! very apropos^
She all the cares of Love and Play does know :
Dear BETTY (hall th' important point decide j
BETTY, who oft the pain of each has try'd j
Impartial, (he fhalj fay who fuffers moft, 25

By Cards 1 III Ufage^ or by Lovers loft.

LOVET.

Tell, tell your griefs j attentive will I ftay,
Tho* time is precious, and I want fome Tea.

C A R D E L I A.

Behold this Equipage* by Mathers wrought,
With Fifty Guineas (a great Pen' worth) bought. 30
See on the Tooth-pick, Mars and Cupid flrive ;
And both the ftruggling figures feem alive.

Upon



4? MISCELLANIES.

Upon the bottom mines the Queen's bright Facej
A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble-Cafe.
Jove, Jove himfelf, does on the Scizars fhine ; 35
The MetaJ, and th Workmanlhip, divine !

SMILIND A.

This Snuff-Box^ once the pledge of SHARPER'S

love,

When rival beauties for the Prefent ftrove ;
At Corticel/i's he the Raffle won ;
Then firft his Paflion was in public fliown : 40
HAZARDIA blufh'd, andturn'dher Head afide,
A Rival's envy (all in vain) to hide.
ThisSnuff'-Box, on the Hinge fee Brilliants fhine ;
This Snuff-Box will I flake; the prize is mine.

C A R D E L I A.

Alas ! farlefTer lofTes than I bear, 45

Have made a Soldier figh, a Lover fwear.
And Oh ! what makes the difappointment hard,
'Twas my own Lord that drew the fatal Card.
In complaifance, I took the Queen he gave - t
Tho' my own fecret wifh was for the Knave. 50
The Knave won Sonica, which I had chofe ,
And the next/W/, my Septleva I lofe.

S M I L I N D A.

But ah ! what agravates the killing fmart,
The cruel thought, that ftabs me to the heart ;
This curs'dOMBRELiA, this undoing Fair, 55
By whofe vile arts this heavy grief I bear ;
She, at whofe name I fhed thefe fpiteful tears,
She owes to me the very charms fhe wean.

An



MISCELLANIES. 49
An aukward Thing, when firft fhe came to Town ;
Fkr Shape unfaftiion'd, and her Face unknown : 60
She was my friend ; I taught her firft to fpread
Upon her fallow cheeks cnliv'ning red :
1 introduc'd her to the Park and Plays ;
And by my int'refl, Cozens made her Stays.
Ungrateful wretch, withmimick airs grown pert,
She dares to fteal my Fav'ritc Lover's heart. 66

CAR DELI A.

Wretch that I was, how often have I fwore,
When. WIN N' ALL tally W, I would punt no more ?
I know the Bite, yet to my Ruin run ;
And fee the Folly, which I cannot fhun. 70

SMI LINDA.
How many Maids have SHARPER'S vows de-

ceiv'd ?

How many curs 'd the moment they believ'd ?
Yet his known FaUhoods could no Warning prove;
All ! what is warning to a Maid in Love ?

C A RDELIA.

Rut of what marble muft that breaft beform'd, 75
To L'aze on BaJJet^ and remain unwarm'd ?
When Kirtgs, Shteen* t Knaves, are fet in decent

rank ;

Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting Bank,
Guineas, Halt -Guineas, all the (hilling train ;
The Wii,i. *fure, and the Lofcr'sjui^ ; 80

III i : ..: l ', _ '. > .' olj

flrikc the- Soul, and glitter in the Eye.
VI E Fir'd



jo MISCELLANIES.
Fir'd by the fight, all Reafon I difdain ;
My paffions rife, and will not bear the rein.
Look upon Bo/fit^ you who Reafon boaft j 85

And fee if Reafon muft not there be loft .

S M I L I N D A.

What more than marble muft that heart com-

pofe,

Can hearken coldly to my SHARPER'S Vows ?
Then, when he trembles ! when his Blufhes rife !
When awful Love feems melting in his Eyes ! 90
With eager beats his Mechlin Cravat moves :
He Lrvfs, I whifperto myfelf, HeLoves !
Such unfcign'd Paffion in his Looks appears,
I lofe all Mem'ry of my former Fears ;
My panting heart confefles all his charms, 95

I yield at once, and fink into his arms :
Think of that moment, you who Prudence boaft ;
Fof fuch a moment, Prudence well were loft.

C A R DE LI A.

At the Groom-Porter's^ batter'd Bullies play,
Some DUKES at Mary-Bone bowl Time away, ico
But who the Bowl, or rattl'ing Dice compares
To BaJJefs heav'nly Joys, and plcafing Cares ?

S M I L I N D A.

Soft SIMPLICETTA doats upon a Beau ;
PRUDINA likes a Man, and laughs at Show.
Theirfeveral graces in my SHARPER meet ; 105
Strong as the Footman, as the Mafter fwcet.

L O V E T.



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L O V E T.

Ceafe your contention, which has been too long ;
I grow impatient, and the Tea's too ftrong.
Attend, and yield to what I now decide ;
The Equipage (hall grace SMILINDA'S Side :
The Snuff-Box to CARDELIA I decree,
Now leave complaining, juid begin your Tta.



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52 MI SCELLANIES.

Verbatim from B O I L E A U.

Un Jour dit un Auteur, etc.



ONCE (fays an Author, where I need not fay)
Two Trav'lers found an Oyftcr in their way;
Both fierce, both hungry ; the difpute grew ftrong,
While Scale in hand Dame Juftice paft along.
Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws,
Explain'd the matter and would win the caufe.
Dame Juftice weighing long the doubtful Right,
Takes, opens, fwallows it, before their fight.
The caufe of ftrife remov'd fo rarely well,
There take (fays Juftice) take ye each a Shell.
We thrive at fVeftminfter on Fools like you :
'Twas a fat Oyfter Live in peace Adieu.



ANSWER



MISCELLANIES. 53

ANSWER to the following
Queftion of Mrs. HOWE.



WHAT is PRUDERY?
'Tis a Beldam,

Seen with Wit and Beauty feldom.
Tis a fear that ftarts at fhadows.
'Tis, (no, 'tisn't) like Mifs Meadows.
'Tis a Virgin hard of Feature,
Old, and void of all good-nature ;
Lean and fretful ; would feemwifej
Yet plays the fool before fhe dies.
'Tis an ugly envious Shrew,
That rafls at dear Leftll and You.



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54 MISCELLANIES.



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his Grace the Duke of BUCK-


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