Know, hapless flower, that thou shalt find More fragrant roses there; With envy and despair! One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love!" Spare your comparisons, reply'd 26 30 35 Muft we, to flatter her, be made To wither, envy, pine, and fade? 30 A THE JUGGLERS. JUGGLER long through all the town Had rais'd his fortune and renown; You'd think (fo far his art transcends) The devil at his finger's ends. Vice heard his fame, she read his bill; 5 Convinc'd of his inferior skill, She fought his booth, and from the croud Is this then he fo fam'd for flight? Provok'd, the Juggler cry'd, 'tis done; 10 Thus faid. The cups and balls he play'd; 15 Are by a fillip turn'd to birds; 20 But, when from thence the hen he draws, 25 Amaz'd spectators hum applaufe. Vice now stept forth, and took the place, With all the forms of his grimace. This magick looking-glass, she cries, (There, hand it round) will charm your eyes. Each eager eye the fight defir'd, 31 And ev'ry man himself admir'd. Next, to a fenator addreffing, See this bank-note; observe the blessing : Breathe on the bill. Heigh, pass! 'Tis gone. Upon his lips a padlock fhone. A fecond puff the magick broke; The padlock vanish'd, and he spoke. 36 All full, with heady liquor ftor'd, By clean conveyance disappear, And now two bloody fwords are there. A purse fhe to a thief expos'd; At once his ready fingers clos'd; She bids Ambition hold a wand: He grasps a hatchet in his hand. A box of charity she shows, Blow here; and a church-warden blows; 'Tis vanish'd with conveyance neat, And on the table smokes a treat. 40 45 51 She shakes the dice, the board she knocks, And from all pockets fills her box. She next a meagre rake addrest 55 And a loud laugh proclaim'd his ills. бо A counter, in a miser's hand,' Grew twenty guineas at command; She bids his heir the fum retain, And 'tis a counter now again. A guinea with her touch you fee And not one thing you faw, or drew, 65 70 THE DOG AND THE FOX. TO A LAWYER. I KNOW you lawyers can, with ease, That language, by your skill made pliant, That 'tis the fee directs the sense, 5 When you perufe the cleareft cafe, You fee it with a double face; For fcepticism's your profeffion; You hold there's doubt in all expreffion. 10 Your hand would have but paultry gleaning, 'Tis drawn; and, to augment the cost, And now we're well fecur'd by law, Till the next brother find a flaw. Read o'er a will. Was 't ever known Sagacious Porta's skill could trace 15 20 25 30 |