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A lover loft, is but a common care;
And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare:
See Betty Lovet! very à propos,
She all the cares of Love and Play does know :
Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want some Tea.
Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought,
This Snuff-box,-once the pledge of Sharper's love, When rival beauties for the Prefent ftrove;
At Corticelli's he the Raffle won;
Then firft his Paffion was in public shown:
This Snuff-box,-on the Hinge fee Brilliants shine:
Alas! far leffer loffes than I bear,
Have made a Soldier figh, a Lover swear.
But ah! what aggravates the killing smart, The cruel thought, that stabs me to the heart; This curs'd Ombrelia, this undoing Fair,
By whofe vile arts this heavy grief I bear;
She, at whofe name I shed these spiteful tears,
She owes to me the very charms fhe wears.
An awkward Thing, when first she came to Town;
Her Shape unfashion'd, and her Face unknown:
She was my friend; I taught her first to spread
Wretch that I was, how often have I fwore,
How many Maids have Sharper's vows deceiv'd! How many curs'd the moment they believ'd! Yet his known Falfehoods could no Warning prove: Ah! what is Warning to a Maid in Love?
But of what marble must that breast be form'd, To gaze on Baffet, and remain unwarm'd?
When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are fet in decent rank;
My Paffions rife, and will not bear the rein,
What more than marble must that heart compose,
Think of that moment, you who Prudence boast;
At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play, Some Dukes at Marybone bowl Time away.. But who the Bowl, or rattling Dice compares To Baffet's heavenly Joys, and pleasing Cares?
Soft Simplicetta doats upon a Beau; Prudina likes a Man, and laughs at Show. Their feveral graces in my Sharper meet; Strong as the Footman, as the Master sweet.
Ceafe your contention, which has been too long;
I grow impatient, and the Tea's too strong.
VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU.
UN JOUR DIT UN AUTEUR, &c.
NCE (fays an Author, where I need not say)
Two Travellers found an Oyster in their way;
Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws,
ANSWER to the following Question of Mrs. HowE.
WHAT IS PRUDERY?
Seen with Wit and Beauty seldom.
'Tis a fear that ftarts at fhadows.
'Tis a Beldam,
'Tis (no, 'tis'nt) like Mifs Meadows.