This snuff-box-on the hinge see brilliants shine, Card. Alas! far lesser losses than I bear 50 55 Smil. But, ah! what aggravates the killing smart, The cruel thought that stabs me to the heart; This curs'd Ombrelia, this undoing fair, By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear; She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears, She owes to me the very charms she wears. An awkward thing when first she came to town, Her shape unfashion'd, and her face unknown: She was my friend; I taught her first to spread Upon her sallow cheeks enliv'ning red; 60 I introduc'd her to the Park and plays, Card. 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 see the folly which I cannot shun. 70 Smil. How many maids have Sharper's vows deHow many curs'd the moment they believ'd? [ceiv'd? Yet his known falsehoods could no warning prove; Ah! what is warning to a maid in love. 74 Card. But of what marble must that breast be They strike the soul, and glitter in the eye: And see if reason must not there be lost. 80 85 Smil. What more than marble must that heart eom Can hearken coldly to my sharper's vows? [pose, 90 Then when he trembles! when his blushes rise! My panting heart confesses all his charms, 95 100 Card. At the Groom-porter's batter'd bullies play, Some dukes at Marybone bowl time away; But who the bowl or rattling dice compares To Basset's heav'nly joys and pleasing cares ? Smil, Soft Simplicetta dotes upon a beau; Prudina likes a man, and laughs at show : Their several graces in my Sharper meet, Strong as the footman, as the master sweet. 105 Lov. Cease your contention, which has been too I grow impatient, and the tea's too strong. Attend, and yield to what I now decide; Now leave complaining, and begin your tea. [long; 110 UN JOUR, DIT UN AUTEUR, &c. ONCE (says an author, where I need not say) Two trav❜llers found an oyster in their way; Both fierce, both hungry, the dispute grew strong, While, scale in hand, Dame Justice pass'd 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, swallows it before their sight. The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well, 5 There take, (says Justice,) take ye each a shell. 10 We thrive at Westminster on fools like you: 'Twas a fat oyster-live in peace-Adieu. 12 ANSWER TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION OF MRS. HOWE. WHAT is prud'ry? "Tis a beldam, Seen with wit and beauty seldom. Old, and void of all good nature; 5 That rails at dear Lepell and you. 01 N 2 |