At twelve a wit and a coquette;
Marries for love, half whore, half wife;
Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in debt;

!

Turns auth'refs, and is Curll's for life. Her common-place book all gallant is, Of fcandal how a cornucopia; She pours it out in * Atalantis, Or memoirs of the New Utopia.

*THE

QUIDNUNCKI'S:

A Tale occafion'd by the Death of the Duke.
Regent of France.

How
HOW vain are mortal man's endea-

vours!

(Said, at dame Elleot's, mafter Tr---s)
Good Orleans dead! in truth 'tis hard;
Oh! may all statesmen die prepar'd!
I do foresee (and for foreseeing
He equals any man in being)
The army ne'er can be difbanded.
I wish the king were fafely landed.

*The Atalantis was written by Mrs. Manley; and may be confidered as a pander for the ftews, who gains admittance into good company by a

genteel appearance, and good addrefs.

+ Coffee-houfe near St.

James's.

Ah

Ah friends! great changes threat the land!
All France and England at a stand!
There's Meroweis ---mark! ftrange work!
And there's the Czar, and there's the Turk---
The Pope
An India-merchant by
Cut fhort the fpeech with this reply:
All at a stand? you fee great changes?
Ah, fir! you never faw the Ganges:
There dwells the nation of Quidnuncki's,
(So Monomotapa calls monkies :)

On either bank, from bough to bough,
They meet and chat (as we may now :)
Whispers go round, they grin, they fhrug,
They bow, they fnarl, they fcratch, they hug;
And, juft as chance or whim provoke them,
They either bite their friends, or stroke them,
There have I feen fome active prig,
To fhew his parts, beftride a twig:
Lord! how the chatt'ring tribe admire!
Not that he's wifer, but he's higher :
All long to try the vent'rous thing,
(For pow'r is but to have one's fwing.)
From fide to fide he fprings, he fpurns,`
And bangs his foes and friends by turns.
Thus as in giddy freaks he bounces,
Crack goes the twig, and in he flounces !
Down the swift ftream the wretch is borne;
Never, ah never, to return!
3

Z---ds!

Z---ds! what a fall had our dear brother! Morbleu! cries one; and damme, t'other. The nation gives a gen'ral fcreech; None cocks his tail, none claws his breech; Each trembles for the publick weal, And for a while forgets to steal.

A while all eyes intent and steddy Pursue him whirling down the eddy: But, out of mind when out of view, Some other mounts the twig a-new; And bus'ness on each monkey fhore Runs the fame track, it run before.

Once on a time, near Channel-row Two hoftile adverbs, ay and no, Were haft ning to the field of fight, And front to front ftood oppofite. Before each gen'ral join'd the van, Ay, the more courteous knight, began:

* Channel-row is a dirty street near the parliament-house, Westminster.

Stop,

you

Stop, peevish particle, beware! I'm told you are not fuch a bear, But fometimes yield, when offer'd fair. Suffer yon' folks a while to tattle; "Tis we who muft decide the battle. Whene'er we war on yonder ftage With various fate and equal rage, The nation trembles at each blow, That no gives ay, and ay gives no : Yet in expenfive long contention We gain nor office, grant, or penfion : Why then fhou'd kinsfolks quarrel thus? (For two of make one of us *.) To fome wife ftatefman let us go, Where each his proper ufe may know: He may admit two fuch commanders, And make those wait who ferv'din Flanders. Let's quarter on a great man's tongue, A treas'ry lord, not mafter Y---g. Obfequious at his high command Ay fhall march forth to tax the land. Impeachments no can best resist, And ay fupport the civil lift: Ay quick as Cæfar wins the day; And no, like Fabius, by delay. Sometimes, in mutual fly difguife, Let ay's feem no's, and no's feem I's;

* In English two negatives make an affirmative.

Ay's

Ay's be in courts denials meant,
And no's in bifhops give confent.

Thus ay propos'd---and for reply No for the firft time answer'd I. They parted with a thousand kiffes, And fight e'er fince for pay, like Swiffes.

PHILLIS:

OR, THE

PROGRESS OF LOVE.

Written in the Year 1716.

DEfponding Phillis was endu'd

With ev'ry talent of a prude She trembled when a man drew near; Salute her, and fhe turn'd her ear; If o'er against her you were plac'd, She durft not look above your waift: She'd rather take you to her bed, Than let you fee her drefs her head: In church you hear her, thro' the crowd, Repeat the abfolution loud;

In church, fecure behind her fan,

She durft behold that monfter man;

There