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M A CER:
HEN fimple Macer, now of high renown,
'Twas all th' ambition his high foul could feel,
gave the harmless fellow a good word.
So fome coarse country-wench, almost decay'd, Trudges to town, and first turns chambermaid ; 16 Aukward and supple, each devoir to pay ; She flatters her good lady twice a-day; Thought wondrous honest, though of mean degree, And strangely lik'd for her fimplicity:
20 In a translated suit, then tries the towni, With borrow'd pins, and patches not her own; But just endur'd the winter she began, And in four months a batter'd harridan. Now nothing left, but wither'd, pale, and shrunk, To bawd for others, and go lhares with punk. 26
SONG, by a PERSON of QUALITY.
Written in the Year MDCCXXXIII.
Gentle Cupid, o'er my
Nature must give way to Art.
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,
Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth:
Fair Discretion, string the lyre;'
Bright Apollo, lend thy choir.
Afm'd in adamantine chains,
Lead me to the crystal mirrors,
Wat'ring foft Elyfian plains.
VI. Mournful cypress, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows, Morpheus hov'ring o'er my pillow,
Hear me pay my dying vows.
VII. Melancholy smooth Mæander,
Swiftly purting in a round, On the margin lovers wander,
With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd.
VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping,
Softly seeks her filent Mate, See the bird of Juno stooping;
Melody resigns to Fate.
END OF VOLUME SECOND,
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