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Then might you see a painted ring
Of dames that stood by Nelly; She like the pride of all the Spring,
And they, like Fleurs de Palais.
I saw this charming Nelly,
Stand naked in each allée :
Both at Versailles and Meudon, Or else she had resign’d her place,
And left the stone she stood on. Were Nelly's figure mounted there, 'Twould
down all th' Italian : Lord! how those foreigners would stare !
But I should turn Pygmalion :
Me nothing can delight so,
Her left-toe and her right-toe.
A B A L L A D
HEN as corruption hence did go,
And left the nation free;
Without or place or fee;
Kings, queens, and kaaves, made up his pack,
And four fait suits he wore ;
All blotch'd and spotted o’er ;
where you will, Is haunted by this imp Quadrille, &c. Sure cards he has for every thing,
Which well court-cards they name,
To help out a bad game;
Though they ne'er meant to marry,
And call'd a Partie Quarrée ;
Men of all ranks and fame,
In comes th’ Apothecary;
The patient dies without a pill:
The Muscovite grow louder ;
Would want both ball and powder; Must want both fsvord and gun to kill : For why? the General 's at Quadrille, &c. 'The King of late drew forth his sword
(Thank God 'twas not in wrath), And malk, of many a 'fquire and lord,
An unwash'd Knight of Bath :
Which drew all Europe's eyes ;
The Quadruple Allies;
And God save eke Hanóver ;
When as the King goes over;
Quadrille, Quadrille, &c.
M pallion is as mustard strong ;
I fit all
Or like a March-hare mad.
I drink, yet can't forget her ;
I love her ftill the better.
The rest of womankind.
her o’er and o'er ;
Sleek as a mouse before.
And soft as silk my skin,
But as a groat now thin ! 1, melancholy as a cat,
Am kept awake to weep; But she, insensible of that,
Sound as a top can seep.
Hard Hard is her heart as flint or stone,
She laughs to fee me pale ;
And brik as bottled-ale.
Is busy as a bee;
Are smit and sigh like me.
The fine men crowd about her;
Shall I be, if without her.
O were we join'd together!
And lighter than a feather.
No drum was ever tighter ;
And not the sun is brighter. As soft as pap her kisses are,
Methinks I taste them yet ;
Her eyes as black as jet :
Her pretty hand invites;
Her wit, like pepper, bites :