W MAC E R: A CHARACTER. 5 HEN fimple Macer, now of high renown, First fought a poet's fortune in the town, 'Twas all th' ambition his high foul could feel, To wear red ftockings, and to dine with Steel. Some ends of verfe his betters might afford, And gave the harmless fellow a good word. Set up with thefe, he ventur'd on the town, And, with a borrow'd play, outdid poor Crown. There he stopp'd fhort, nor fince has writ a tittle, But has the wit to make the most of little : Like ftunted hide-bound trees, that just have got Sufficient fap at once to bear and rot. Now he begs verse, and what he gets commends, Not of the wits his foes, but fools his friends. ΙΟ 20 So fome coarfe country-wench, almost decay'd, Trudges to town, and firft turns chambermaid; 16 Aukward and fupple, each devoir to pay; She flatters her good lady twice a-day; Thought wondrous honeft, though of mean degree, And ftrangely lik'd for her fimplicity: In a translated fuit, then tries the town, With borrow'd pins, and patches not her own; But juft endur'd the winter fhe began, And in four months a batter'd harridan. Now nothing left, but wither'd, pale, and fhrunk, To bawd for others, and go fhares with punk. 26 SONG, SONG, by a PERSON of QUALITY. FLO Written in the Year MDCCXXXIII. I. "LUTT'RING spread thy purple pinions, I a flave in thy dominions; Nature must give way to Art. II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, III. Thus the Cyprian Goddefs weeping, IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers; V. 10 15 Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors, Lead Lead me to the crystal mirrors, VI. Mournful cypress, verdant willow, VII. Melancholy fmooth Meander, On the margin lovers wander, With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd, VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping, See the bird of Juno stooping; END OF VOLUME SECOND, 20 25 39 |