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While the spread fan o'erfhades your clofing eyes;
Stands in the ftreets, abftracted from the crew,
HE Baffet-Table spread, the Tallier come;
Rife, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you:
Ah, Madam, fince my SHARPER is untrue, I joyless make my once ador'd Alpeu.
I faw him ftand behind OMBRELIA'S Chair,
The Baffet-Table.] Only this of all the Town Eclogues was Mr. Pope's; and is here printed from a copy corrected by his own hand -The humour of it lies in this happy circumstance, that the one is in love with the Game, and the Other with the Sharper.
Is this the cause of your Romantic strains?
Is that the grief, which you compare with mine? With ease, the smiles of Fortune I refign: Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone; 15 Were lovely SHARPER mine, and mine alone.
A Lover loft, is but a common care; And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare: The KNAVE OF CLUBS thrice loft: Oh! who could guess
This fatal ftroke, this unforeseen Distress? 20
SMILIN D A.
See BETTY LOVET! very à propos,
She all the cares of Love and Play does know :
Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Tho' Time is precious, and I want fome Tea.
Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought, With FiftyGuineas (a great Pen'worth) bought. 30 See on the Tooth-pick, Mars and Cupid strive; And both the struggling figures feem alive. Upon the bottom shines the Queen's bright Face; A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble-Cafe. Jove, Jove himself, does on the Scizars shine; 35 The Metal, and the Workmanship, divine!
This Snuff-Box,-once the pledge of SHARP-
When rival beauties for the Prefent ftrove;
At Corticelli's he the Raffle won;
Then first his Paffion was in public shown: 40
Alas! far leffer loffes than I bear,
Have made a Soldier figh, a Lover fwear.
But ah! what aggravates the killing smart,
I introduc'd her to the Park and Plays;