O Harlow! how I envy'd thee Thy unabash'd Effrontery, Who dar'ft a Foe with Freedom blame, Pray which Way does your Journey tend ?" O! 'tis a tedious Way, my Friend-- Acrofs the Thames, the Lord knows where, 'I would not trouble you fo far.' "Well, I'm at Leisure to attend you" Are you? (thought I) the De'l befriend you !--- "As faft as other Men write Profe. "In Dancing too I all surpass, "Not Cooke can move with fuch a Grace" Here I made shift, with much ado, To interpofe a Word or two Have you no Parents, Sir? No Friends, • Whose Welfare on your own depends? "Parents, Relations fay you?-No 66 They're all difpos'd of long ago". Happy! to be no more perplex'd! My Fate too threatens; I go next. Dispatch me, Sir! 'Tis now too late, Alas! to ftruggle with my Fate : Well! I'm convinc'd my Time is come; 'When young, a Gipfy told my Doom; The Beldam fhook her palfy'd Head, 'As fhe perus'd my Palm, and faid"Of Poifons, Peftilence, or War, "Gout, Stone, Defluxion, or Catarrh, "You have no Reason to beware. "Beware the Coxcomb's idle Prate, "Chiefly, my Son, beware of that; "Be fure, when you behold him, fly "Out of all Ear-fhot, or you die." To Rufus' Hall we now drew near, Where he was fummon'd to appear, Refute the Charge the Plaintiff brought, Or fuffer Judgment by Default. "For "For Heaven's Sake, if you love me, wait Me, without Scruple,' I reply-- Me, by all means, Sir !'---" No! not I--"Allons, Monfieur !"---'Twere vain, you know, To ftrive with a victorious Foe; So I reluctantly obey, And follow where he leads the Way. Has not his Equal every-where'--- “I should ferve charmingly, by way "Of fecond Fiddle, as they fay-- "What "What think you, Sir?---'twere a good Jeft; 66 Strange Matters thefe alleg'd by you!" Strange they may be, but they are true.' "Well! then I vow 'tis mighty clever; "Now I long ten Times more than ever "To be advanc'd extremely near "One of his fhining Character." Have but the Will, there wants no more; ''Tis plain enough you have the Power. His eafy Temper (that's the worst) 'He knows, and fo is shy at firft : But fuch a Cavalier as you! Lord, Sir! you'll quickly bring him to’-- "Well---if I fail in my Design, "Sir, it fhall be no Fault of mine; "If by the faucy fervile Tribe "Deny'd, what think you of a Bribe? "But at the moft convenient Time; "Attend him on each Levée Day, (For which you'll guess I wish'd him hang'd) Who knew his Humour more than I--- By jeering made it ten times worse--- You wanted to communicate?'--- When, |