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Our fate thou only canst adjourn
TO MRS. M. B. ON HER BIRTH-DAY.
OH! be thou bless'd with all that Heav'n can send, Long health, long youth, long pleasure, and a friend ; Not with those toys the female world admire, Riches that vex, and vanities that tire. With added years, if life bring nothing new,
5 But like a sieve let ev'ry blessing thro', Some joys still lost, as each vain year runs o’er, And all we gain some sad reflection more: Is that a birth-day? 'tis alas ! too clear, Tis but the fun'ral of the former year.
10 Let joy or ease, let affluence or content, And the gay conscience of a life well spent, Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace, Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face. Let day improve on day, and year on year,
15 Without a pain, a trouble, or a fear, Till death, unfelt, that tender frame destroy, In some soft dream, or ecstacy of joy, Peaceful sleep out the sabbath of the tomb, And wake to raptures in a life to come.
TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERN, ON HIS BIRTI:
RESIGN’D to live, prepar'd to die,
THE BASSET TABLE.
CARDELIA, SMILINDA, LOVET.
Smil. Ah, Madam! since my Sharper is untrue.
Card. Is this the cause of your romantic strains ?
Smil. Is that the griof which you compare with With ease the smiles of Fortune I resign: mine!] Would all my gold in one bad deal were gone, 15 Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.
Card. A lover lost is but a common care,
Smil. See Betty Lovet! very à-propos,
25 By cards ill usage, or by lovers lost.
Lov. Tell, tell your griefs, attentive will I stay, Tho' time is precious, and I want some tea.
Card. Behold this equipage, by Mathers wrought, With fifty guineas (a great penn'worth) bought. 30 See on the toothpick Mars and Cupid strive, And both the struggling figures seem alive. Upon the bottom shines the Queen's bright face; A myrtle foilage round the thimble-case. Jove, Jove himself does on the scissars shine, 35 The metal and the workmanship divine
Smil. This snuff-box-once the pledge of Sharper's When rival beauties for the present strove; [love, At Corticelli's he the raffle won; Then first his passion was in public shown: Hazardia blush'd, and turn'd her head aside, A rival's envy (all in vain) to hide.