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HER time with equal prudence Silvia fhares,
First writes a billet-doux, then says her prayers; Her mass and toilet; vefpers and the play; Thus God and Ashtaroth divide the day : Conftant fhe keeps her Ember-week and Lent, At Eafter calls all Ifrael to her tent: Loose without bawd, and pious without zeal, She ftill repeats the fins fhe would conceal. Envy herself from Silvia's life muft grant, An artful woman makes a Modern Saint.
ROMETHEUS, forming Mr. Day, Carv'd fomething like a man in clay. The mortal's work might well miscarry ;
HE, that does Heaven and earth control,
Alone has power to form a foul,
Since one is but a moving clod,
Squire Wallis, you will scarce be able,
OU, Madam, may with fafety go,
For at your
birth kind planets reign'd,
And certain happiness ordain'd:
I dread to fearch the dark decree ;
This fecret then I dare not know,
To gratify what low defire,
Should I with needlefs hafte enquire,
It muft proceed from you alone.
A GREEK EPIGRAM imitated.
HEN hungry wolves had trespass'd on the fold, And the robb'd fhepherd his fad story told; "Call in Alcides," faid a crafty prieft;
"Give him one half, and he 'll fecure the reft.”
To a FRIEND on his NUPTIALS.
WHEN Jove lay bleft in his Alemæna's charms,
Three nights, in one, he preft her in his arms;
The fun lay fet, and conscious Nature strove
THE WANDERING PILGRIM
Humbly addreffed to Sir THO. FRANKLAND, Bart. Poft-Mafter, and Pay-Master-General to Queen ANNE.
WILL Piggot muft to Coxwould † go,
To live, alas! in want,
Unlefs Sir Thomas fay, No, no;
Th' allowance is too fcant.
The gracious Knight full well does weet,,
To keep a man each day in meat,
A Rechabite poor Will muft live,
Spare diet, and fpring-water clear,
Physicians hold are good;
Who diets thus, need never fear
A fever in the blood.
Who eat and quaff the best,
They feldom miss to bake and brew,
Or lin to break their faft.
This merry petition was written to obtain the
porter's place for Will Piggot.
Twelve miles north, beyond the city of York.
Could Yorkshire-tyke but do the fame,
In Will's old Master's plenteous days,
What need of fpeaking in his praise ?
At his fam'd gate ftood Charity,
Dwelt there both night and day.
There is but one, but one alone,
And make him ceafe to pine and moan;
Oh! fave him from a dreary way,
To Coxwould he must hye, Bereft of thee, he wends aftray,.
At Coxwould he muft die.
Oh let him in thy hall but ftand,
And wear a porter's gown,
Duteous to what thou may'ft command,
Thus William's wishes crown.