LEVIT TIES; O R PIECES OF HUMOUR. FLIRT and PHIL; A Decifion for the LADIES. A Wit, by learning well refin'd, A beau, but of the rural kind, To Sylvia made pretences; They both profefs'd an equal love; Young fprightly Flirt, of blooming mien, While meagre Phil of books enquir'd; A wight, for wit and parts admir'd; Silvia had wit, had fpiras too; Sufpended held the fcales: Her wit, her youth too, claim'd its fhare, Let none, the preference declare, But turn up-heads or tails, STANZAS to the Memory of an agreeable LADY, buried in Marriage to a Perfon undeferving her. TWAS WAS always held, and ever will, T'anticipate a leffer ill, Than undergo a greater. When mortals dread diseases, pain, Full gladly pays four parts in eight To taxes and excifes. Our merchants Spain has near undone With numerous ills, in fingle life, And much the cafe is mended! Poor Gratia in her twentieth year, Chofe to attend a monkey here, Before an ape below. COLE COLE MIRA. A Culinary ECLOGUE. "Nec tantum Veneris, quantum ftudiofa culinæ." IGHT'S fable clouds had half the globe o'erfpread, NI And filence reign'd, and folks were gone to bed: Penfive he lay, extended on the ground; To all his plaints the fleeping curs reply, ་ Could I (he cry'd) exprefs, how bright a grace Adorns thy morning hands, and well-wash'd face; Thou wouldft, Colemira, grant what I implore, And yield me love, or wash thy face no more. Ah! who can fee, and feeing not admire, Whene'er the fets the pot upon the fire! Her hands out-fhine the fire, and redder things; But fure no chamber-damfel can compare, When warm'd with dinner's toil, in pearly rills, Oh! how I long, how ardently defire, With her! I fhould not envy George his queen, Ah! now it does my drooping heart rejoice, When from the heart the bade the pointers go, Then, full of wrath, fhe kick'd each lazy brute, Alas! I envy'd even that falute: 'Twas fure mifplac'd,-Shock faid, or feem'd to fay, He had as lief, I had the kick, as they. If the the myftic bellows take in hand, But But should the flame this rougher aid refuse, And only gentler med'cines be of use; With full-blown cheeks fhe ends the doubtful ftrife, Foments the infant flame, and puffs it into life. Such arts as thefe, exalt the drooping fire, But in my breast a fiercer flame inspire : I burn! I burn! O! give thy puffing o'er; With all her haughty looks, the time I've seen, Look, with what charming grace! what winning tricks! The artful charmer rubs the candlesticks! So bright she makes the candlesticks fhe handles, But thou my fair! who never wouldst approve, Or mind, how burns my raging breast,-a button- Thus faid, and wept the fad defponding swain, But nymphs are free with those they should deny; ̈` Now chirping crickets raife their tinkling voice, |