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ROXANA, OR THE DRAWING ROOM,
Roxana from the court returning late,
Was it for this, that I these roses wear?
hair? Ah Princess ! with what zeal have I pursu'd ? Almost forgot the duty of a prude. This king I never could attend too soon ; I miss'd my prayers, to get me dress’d by noon. For thee, ah! what for thee did I resign? My passions, pleasures, all that e'er was mine : I've sacrific'd both modesty and ease; Left operas, and went to filthy plays : Double entendres shock'd
tender ear; Yet even this, for thee, I choose to bear :
guineas ; till Southerne, then a young man, having applied to him for one, Dryden refused to furnish it under six guineas. Southerne was the first dramatist who had the benefit of a third night.
· This and the following piece are two of six Town Eclogues: the four others were written by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. Probably the two here given were also from her pen, and only corrected by Pope.
In glowing youth, when nature bids be gay,
merit fails :
choose, Whilst zeal, and fame, and virtue you refuse. Ah, worthy choice; not one of all your train
A comedy by Gay.
Which censures blast not, or dishonours stain.
THE BASSET TABLE,
CARDELIA, SMILINDA, LOVET. CARD. The Basset table spread, the tallier come, Why stays Smilinda in the dressing-room? Rise, pensive nymph! the tallier waits for you.
SMIL. Ah, madam! since my Sharper is untrue, I joyless make my once ador'd Alpeu. I saw him stand behind Ombrelia's chair, And whisper with that soft deluding air, [fair. And those feign'd sighs which cheat the listening
CARD. Is this the cause of your romantic strains? A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains : As you by love, so I by fortune crost; One, one bad deal, three septlevas have lost!
Smil. Is that the grief which you compare with With ease the smiles of fortune I resign: (mine? Would all my gold in one bad deal were gone, Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.
CARD. A lover lost is but a common care, And prudent nymphs against that change prepare:
The knave of clubs thrice lost; oh! who could guess
Smil. See Betty Lovet! very d-propos,
Lov. Tell, tell your griefs, attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want some tea. CARD. Behold this equipage, by Mathers
wrought, With fifty guineas (a great pen'worth) bought. See on the toothpick Mars and Cupid strive, And both the struggling figures seem alive. Upon the bottom shines the queen's bright face ; A myrtle foliage round the thimble case. Jove, Jove himself does on the scissors shine : The metal and the workmanship divine. SMIL. 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 : Hazardia blush'd, and turn'd her head aside, A rival's envy (all in vain) to hide. This snuffbox-on the hinge see brilliants shine; This snuff box will I stake, the prize is mine.
CARD. Alas! far lesser losses than I bear Have made a soldier sigh, a lover swear.
And oh! what makes the disappointment hard,
CARD. Wretch that I was, how often have I swore, When Winnall tallied, I would punt no more ! I know the bite, yet to my ruin run, And see the folly which I cannot shun. Smil. 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?