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SMILIND A. How many Maids have SHARPER's vows deceiv'd! How many curs’d the moment they believ'd ? Yet his known Falsehoods could no Warning prove : Ah! what is warning to a Maid in Love?

CARDELI A. But of what marble must that breast be form'd, 75 To gaže on Baffet, and remain unwari'd ? When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are set in decent rank; Expos’d in glorious heaps the tempting Bank, Guineas, Half-guineas, all the shining train ; The Winner's pleasure, and the Loser's pain : 80 In bright Confusion open Rouleaus lie, They strike the Soul, and glitter in the Eye. Fir'd by the fight, all reason I disdain ; My Passions rise, and will not bear the rein. Look upon Baffet, you who reason boast; And see if reason must not there be loft.


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What more than marble must that heart compose,
Can hearken coldly to my SHARPER'S Vows?
Then, when he trembles ! when his Blụshes rise !
When awful Love seems melting in his Eyes !
With eager beats his Mechlin Cravat moves :
He loves,-whisper to myself, He loves !
Such unfeign'd Passion in his looks appears,
I lose all Mem’ry of my former Fears ;
My panting heart confesses all his charms,
I yield at once, and sink into his arms.
Think of that moment, you who Prudence boast;
For such a moment, Prudence well were loft.


At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play,
Some Dukes at Maryboxe bowl Time away.

100 But

But who the Bowl, or rattling Dice compares
To Bafet's heav'nly Joys, and pleasing Cares?

Soft SIMPLICETTA doats upon a Beau;
PRUDINA likes a Man, and laughs at Show.
Their several graces in my SHARPER meet;
Strong as the Footman, as the Master sweet.'


Cease your contention, which has been too long;
I grow impatient, and the Tea's too strong.
Attend, and yield to what I now decide ;
The Equipage shall grace SMILINDA's Side :
The Snuff-box to CARDELIA I decree,
Now leave complaining, and begin your Tea.


Verbatim from BOILEA U.

Un Jour dit un Auteur, etc.

ONCE (lays an Author, where I need not say)

Two Travellers found an Oyster in their way;
Both fierce, both hungry; the dispute grew strong,
While Scale in hand Dame Justice past along.
Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws,
Explain'd the matter, and would win the cause.
Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful Right,
Takes, opens, swallows it, before their fight.
The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well,
There take (says Juftice) take ye each a Shell.
We thrive at Wejiminfter on Fools like you :
'Twas a fat Oyster

Live in peace-Adieu.


ANSWER to the following

the following Question of Mrs. Howe.


'Tis a Beldam, Seen with Wit and Beauty seldom. 'Tis a fear that starts at shadows. "Tis (no, 'tisn't) like Miss Meadows. 'Tis a Virgin hard of Feature, Old, and void of all good-nature; Lean and fretful; would seem wife; Yet plays the fool before she dies, 'Tis an ugly envious Shrew, That rails at dear Lepell and You.


Occasioned by some Verses of his Grace the


USE, 'tis enough : at length thy labour'ends, ,

And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.
Let Crowds of Critics' now my verse affail,
Let Dennis write, and namelers numbers rait :
This more than pays whole years of thankless pain,
Time, health, and fortune are not loft in vain.
Sheffield approvés, consenting Phæbus bends,
And I and Malice from this hour are friends.

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To a Play for Mr. Dennis's Benefit, in 1733, when he was old, blind, and in great Distress, a little be. fore his Death,



S when that Hero, who in each Campaign,

Had bray'd the Goth, and many a Vandal slain,
Lay Fortune-ftruck, a spectacle of Woe!
Wept by each Friend, forgiv'n by ev'ry Foe;
Was there a gen'rous, a reflecting mind,
But pitied BELISARỊUS * old and blind ?
Was there a Chief + but melted at the Sight?

common Soldier, but who clubb'd his Mite?
Such, such emotions should in Britons rise,
When press’d by want and weakness DENNIS lies

Dennis, who long had warr'd with modern Huns,
Their Quibbles routed, and defy'd their Puns;
A desp'rate Bulwark, sturdy, firm, and fierce
Against the Gothic Sons of frozen yesse :
How chang’d from him who made the boxes groan,
And shook the stage with Thunders all his own!

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Nothing could be more happily imagined than this allusion, or finelier conducted. And the continued pleasantry so delicately touched, that it took nothing from the self-fatisfaction the Critic, who heard it, had in his Merit, or the Audience in their charity. With so masterly a hand has the Poet profecuted, in this benevolent irony, that end, which he supposed Dennis him, felf, had he the wit to see, would have the ingenuity to approve.

Tbis dreaded Sat'rin, Dennis will confefs,

Foc to bis Pride, hut Friend to bis Distress.
# The fine figure of the Commander in that capital Piatyre of Belifarius a
Chiswick, supplied !he Poet with this beautiful idea.
Vol. III,




Stood up to dash each vain PRETENDER's hope,
Maul the French Tyrant, or pull down the Pope!
If there's a Briton then, true bred and born,
Who holds Dragoons and wooden shoes in scorn;
If there's a Critick of distinguish'd rage;
If there's a Senior, who contemns this age;
Let him to-night his just affiftance lend,
And be the Critic's, Briton's, Old Man's Friend.


A c E R:


WHEN fimple Macer, now of high renown,

First sought a Poet's Fortune in the Town,
'Twas all th' Ambition his high soul could feel,
To wear red stockings, and to dine with Steel,
Some Ends of verse his Betters might afford;
And gave the harmless fellow a good word.
Set up with these, he ventur'd on the Town,
And with a borrow'd Play out-did poor Crown.
There he stopp'd short, nor since has writ a tittle,
But has the Wit to make the most of little :
Like ftunted hide-bound Trees, that just have got
Sufficient sap at once to bear and rot.
Now he begs Verse, and what he gets commends,
Not of the Wits his foes, but Fools his Friends.

So some coarse Country Wench, almost decay'd, 15
Trudges to town, and first turns Chambermaid;
Aukward and supple, each devoir to pay ;
She flatters her good Lady twice a day;
Thought wondrous honeft, tho' of mean degree,
And strangely lik'd for her Simplicity:
In a translated Suit, then tries the Town,
With borrow'd Pins and Patches not her own:



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