And waggons, loading in the dusty street,
Forebode the horrors of a long retreat..
Ye fifter fuff'rers, who must, foon or late,
All share my forrows, and partake my fate;
Who, when condemn'd these blefs'd abodes to quit,
Like me may weep, but muft like me submit,
When overcome by man's fuperior force,
Revenge is ftill the injur'd fair's refource:
Revenge at least may make our fuff'rings lefs,
A hufband's anguish foothes a wife's distress.
When far from town, in fome fequefter'd spot,
You mourn the hardship of our fex's lot,
Ill humour, vapours, fullennefs, and spleen,
May add fresh horrors to the gloomy scene,
And make the tyrants who contrive your fate
Partake the mifery themselves create.
If, prefs'd by cares, they need a friend's relief,
Be all your fudy to augment their grief;
If pleas'd or gay, your utmost arts employ
To fink their fpirits, and difpel their joy;
Oppofe their projects, cross their fav'rite views,
Their wishes fruftrate, their requests refuse;
And make them feel that discontented wives
Can prove the torment of their husbands' lives.
AND durft thou then, infulting youth, demand
A second spoil from love's impoverish'd store ?
Shall ftrains like thine a second kiss command,
Thankless for one, because I gave no more è
One lamp irradiates all yon azure heaven,
One polar ftar directs the pilot's way;
Yet what bold wretch complains no more were given,
Or doubts the bleffing of each friendly ray?
One timorous kifs, which multitudes might bode,
At once thy fun and guiding star had prov'd,
If, while thy lips beneath its preffure glow'd,
And thy tongue flatter'd, thou had't truly lov'd.
The flame which burns upon the virgin cheek,
The rifing figh, half utter'd, half fuppreft,
To him who fondly loves, will more than speak
What wav'ring thoughts divide th'impaffion'd breast.
Such foft confufion could the Moor disarm,
And his rough heart, like Desdemona's move;
But foon her easy weakness broke the charm,
And, ere her life the loft, fhe loft her love.
No-if I hate thee, wherefore should I prefs
A treach'rous contract with love's favourite feal? And, if I wish thy future hours to blefs,
Ah! why, too foon that anxious care reveal?
A ready conqueft oft the victor fcorns,
His laurels fade, whofe foe, ere battle, yields;
No shouts attend the warrior who returns
To claim the palm of uncontested fields.
But banish lawlefs wishes from thy foul,
While yet my hate or love is undeclar'd;
Perhaps, ere many years in circles roll,
Thou'lt think Eliza but a poor reward.
For, O my kiffes ne'er shall teem with art,
My faithful bofom forms but one defign-
To study well the wife's, the mother's part,
And learn to keep thee, ere I make thee mine,
AN EXTEMPORE JEU D'ESPRIT.
I-D CY TO THE DSS OF BD;
OR, THE UNCONSCIOUS LOVER.
CHLOE declares, that tho' my heart
Trembles its paffion to impart,
Her piercing eyes can view it.
She fays, I love her 'twould affect her
Shou'd I prefume to contradict her;
But hang me if I knew it.
ON MR. G'S ACCEPTING A PLACE UNDER
GOVERNMENT IN THE YEAR 1779.
KING G-, in a fright,
Left G-fhould write
The story of Britain's disgrace,
Thought nothing so fure
His pen to fecure,
As to give the historian a place:
But the caution is vain
'Tis the curfe of his reign
That his projects should never fucceed;
Though he wrote not a line,
Yet a caufe of decline
In the author's example we read.
His book well defcribes
How corruption and bribes
O'erthrew the great empire of Rome;
And his writings declare
A degeneracy there,
Which his conduct exhibits at home.
CN SEEING IN THE NEWSPAPERS THE LINES OF
FYE, Richard, O fye! tho' your verses are smart, They lefs tickle the fancy than torture the heart; When thus you expose, vulgar laughter to move, The man who deferves, and who has, all our love : The sport that were harmless, confin'd to the breath, You have turn'd, by your ink, into arrows and death. Learn the manage, dear Dick; his conduct attain, Whofe wit, tho' abundant, ne'er yet gave us pain.
Public Advertiser, Thursday, Jan. 16, 1766.
To the Printer of the Public Advertiser.
For this caufe ought the wOMAN to have POWER 66 on her head."
CORINTHIANS, chap. xi. v. 10.
AMIDST the crowd of your political correfpondents, pray endeavour to make room for a female po
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