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Ungrateful wretch, with mimick airs grown pert, She dares to steal my Fav'rite Lover's heart. 66
Wretch that I was, how often have I swore, When WINNALL tally'd, I would punt no more? I know the Bite, yet to my Ruin run;
And fee the Folly, which I cannot shun.
How many ceiv'd?
Maids have SHARPER'S VOws de
many curs'd the moment they believ'd? Yet his known falfhoods could noWarning prove: Ah! what is warning to a Maid in Love?
CARD ELI A.
But of what marble must that breaft be form'd, To gaze on Baffet, and remain unwarm'd? 76 When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are set in decent rank; Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting Bank, Guineas, Half-Guineas, all the fhining train; The Winner's pleasure, and the Loser's pain: 80 In bright confufion open Rouleaus lye, They strike the Soul, and glitter in the Eye.
Fir'd by the fight, all Reason I difdain;
My Paffions rife, and will not bear the rein. Look upon Baffet, you who Reason boaft; 85 And fee if Reafon must not there be loft.
What more than marble muft that heart com
Can hearken coldly to my SHARPER'S Vows?
At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play, Some DUKES at Mary-Bone bowl Time away. 100 But who the Bowl, or ratt'ling Dice compares To Baffet's heav'nly Joys, and pleafing Cares?
Soft SIMPLICETTA doats upon a Beau; PRUDINA likes a Man, and laughs at Show.
Their feveral graces
SHARPER meet; 105
Strong as the Footman, as the Master sweet.
Cease your contention, which has been too long; I grow impatient, and the Tea's too strong. Attend, and yield to what I now decide; The Equipage fhall grace SMILINDA's Side: 110 The Snuff-Box to CARDELIA I decree, Now leave complaining, and begin your Tea.
Verbatim from BOILEAU.
Un Jour dit un Auteur, etc.
NCE (fays an Author, where I need not fay)
Two Trav❜lers found an Oyster in their way; Both fierce, both hungry; the difpute grew strong, While Scale in hand Dame Justice past along. Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws, Explain'd the matter, and would win the cause. Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful Right, Takes, opens, fwallows it, before their fight. The cause of strife remov'd fo rarely well, There take (fays Justice) take ye each a Shell. We thrive at Westminster on Fools like you: 'Twas a fat Oyster-Live in peace-Adieu.
ANSWER to the following Question of Mrs. HowE.
HAT IS PRUDERY?
"Tis a Beldam,
Seen with Wit and Beauty seldom.