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E P I S
TO THE SAME,
On her leaving the Town after the Coronation, 1715.
S some fond Virgin, whom her mother's care
Drags from the Town to wholesome Country air, Just when she learns to roll a melting eye, And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh; From the dear man unwilling she must sever,
5 Yet takes one kiss before she parts for ever : Thus from the world fair Zephalinda flew, Saw others happy, and with sighs withdrew; Not that their pleasures caus’d her discontent, She figh’d, not that they stay'd, but that she went.
She went to plain-work, and to purling brooks, Old-fashion d halls, dull Aunts, and croaking rooks.: She went from Opera, Park, Asembly, Play, To morning-walks, and prayers three hours a-day; To part her time 'twixt reading and Bohea,
15 To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow Clock, and dine exact at noon; Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire, Hum half a tune, tell stories to the 'Squire ; Up to her godly garret after seven, There starve and pray, for that's the way to heaven.
Some 'Squire, perhaps, you take delight to rack; Whose game is Whist, whose treat a toast in sack :
Who Who visits with a gun, presents you birds,
25 Then gives a smacking buss, and cries,-No words ! Or with his hounds comes hallooing from the stable, Makes love with nods, and knees beneath a table; Whose laughs are hearty, though his jests are coarse, And loves you best of all things- but his horse.
30 In some fair evening, on your elbow laid, You dream of Triumphs in the rural shade ; In pensive thought recall the fancy'd scene, See Coronations rise on every green; Before you pass th' imaginary fights
35 Of Lords, and Earls, and Dukes, and garter'd Knights, While the spread fan o'ershades your closing eyes; Then give one flirt, and all the vision flics. Thus vanilh sceptres, coronets, and balls, And leave you in lone woods, or empty walls !
So when your slave, at some dear idle time, (Not plague'd with head-achs, or the want of rhyme) Stands in the streets, abstracted from the crew, And while he seems to study, thinks of you. Just when his fancy points your sprightly eyes, 45 Or sees the blush of soft Parthenia rise, Gay pats my shoulúer, and you vanish quite, Streets, Chairs, and Coxcombs, rush upon my sight; Vex'd to be still in town, I knit my brow, Look four, and hum a Tune, as you may now. 50
E C L OG UE.
HE Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;
Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-room?
romantic strains ?
25 By Cards, Ill-Usage, or by Lovers loft.
Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want some Tea.
Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought, With Fifty Guineas (a great Pen'worth) bought. 30 See, on the Tooth-pick, Mars and Cupid strive; And both the struggling figures seem alive. Upon the bottom Thines the Queen's bright Face; A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble-case; Jove, Jove himself does on the Sciffars shine ; 35 The Metal, and the Workmanship, divine !
SMILINDA. This Snuff-box,-once the pledge of Sharper's love, When rival beauties for the Present strove ; At Corticelli's he the Raffle won; Then first his Passion was in public shown :
4.0 Hazardia blush'd, and turn'd her head aside, A Rival's envy (all in yain) to hide.
This Snuff-box,-on the Hinge fee Brilliants shine :
But ah! what aggravates the killing smart, The cruel thought, that stabs me to the heart; This curs’d Ombrelia, this undoing Fair,