Not that their pleasures caused her discontent, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, There starve and pray, for that's the way to Heaven. Then gives a smacking buss, and cries-No words! In some fair evening, on your elbow laid, Of lords, and earls, and dukes, and gartered knights, Then give one flirt, and all the vision flies. 1 Martha Blount seems to have borne the disappointment better than Teresa. Pope says to her in one of his letters: "That face must needs be irresistible, which was adorned with smiles, even when it could not see the Coronation." 2 Whisk, i.e., of course, whist. So when your slave, at some dear idle time, (Not plagued with head-aches, or the want of rhyme,) In the original it is "the blush of Parthenissa," which was the fanciful designation of Martha Blount in the correspondence of the sisters with James Moore.-CARRUTHERS. The first edition has also "the blush of Parthenissa." Martha Blount is spoken of under this name by Lord Chesterfield in one of his letters from Bath to Lady Suffolk. See Suffolk Correspondence, vol. ii. 84. 2 In the first edition: "G-y." |