Another REASONABLE AFFLICTION.

FROM her own Native FRANCE as, old ALISON paft,
She reproach'd English NELL with Neglect or with
Malice,

That the Slattern had left, in the Hurry and Haft,
Her Lady's Complexion, and Eye-brows at CALAIS.

ANOTHER.

HER Eye-brow-Box one Morning loft,

(The be of Folks are oft'neft croft)

Sad HELEN thus to JENNY faid,
Her careless but afflicted Maid;

Put me to Bed then, wretched JANE:
Alas! when fhall I rife again?

I can behold no Mortal now:
For what's an Eye without a Brow?

On the fame Subject.

IN a dark Corner of the House

Poor HELEN fits, and fobs and cries:
She will not fee her Loving Spouse,
Nor her more dear Picquet-Allies:
Unless She finds her Eye-brows,
She'll c'en weep out her Eyes.

On the Same.

HELEN was juft flipt into Bed:

Her Eye-brows on the Toilet lay:
Away the Kitten with them fled,
As Fees belonging to her Prey.

For this Misfortune careless JANE, felf, was loudly rated:

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And Madam getting up again,

With her own Hand the Moufe-Trap baited.

On little Things, as Sages write, Depends our Human Joy, or Sorrow: If We don't catch a Moufe To-night, Alas! no Eye-brows for To-morrow.

PHYLLIS's AGE.

HOW old may PHYLLIS be, You ask,
Whofe Beauty thus all Hearts engages?

To Answer is no cafie Task:

For She has really two Ages.

Stiff in Brocard, and pinch'd in Stays,
Her Patches, Paint, and Jewels on;
All Day let Envy view her Face;
And PHYLLIS is but Twenty-one.

Paint, Patches, Jewels laid afide,

At Night Aftronomers agree,
The Evening has the Day bely'd;
And PHYLLIS is fome Forty-three.

Forma Bonum Fragile.

WHAT a frail Thing is Beauty, fays Baron LE CRAS,

Perceiving his Mistress had one Eye of Glafs :

And scarcely had He spoke it ;

When She more confus'd, as more angry. She grew,
By a negligent Rage prov'd the Maxim too true:
She dropt the Eye, and broke it.

A Critical Moment.

HOW capricious were Nature and Art to poor NELL? She was painting her Cheeks at the time her Nofe fell.

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EPIGRAM.

Written to the Duke de NoAILLES.

AIN the Concern which You exprefs,

VA!

That uncall'd ALARD will poffefs

Your House and Coach, both Day and Night;

And that MACKBETH was haunted lefs

By BANQUO's reftlefs Spright.

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With Fifteen Thousand Pound a Year,
Do You complain, You cannot bear
An Ill, You may so soon retrieve?
Good ALARD, faith, is modester

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By much, than You believe.

Lend Him but fifty Louis'd'or;
And You fhall never fee Him more:
Take the Advice; Probatum eft.
Why do the Gods indulge our Store,
But to fecure our Reft?

EPILOGUE to PHEDRA.

Spoken by Mrs. Oldfield, who acted Ifmena.

ADIES, To-night your Pity I implore

For one, who never troubled You before :
An OXFORD-Man, extreamly read in GREEK,
Who from EURIPIDES makes PHÆDRA speak;
And comes to Town, to let Us Moderns know,
How Women lov'd two thousand Years ago.

If that be all, faid I, e'en burn your Play:
I' gad! We know all that, as well as They:
Show Us the youthful, handsomé Charioteer,
Firm in his Seat, and running his Career;
Our Souls would kindle with as gén'rous Flames,
As e'er infpir'd the antient GRECIAN Dames:
Ev'ry ISMENA would refign her Breaft;
And ev'ry dear HIPPOLYTUS be bleft,

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But,

But, as it is, Six flouncing FLANDERS Mares
Are e'en as good, as any Two of Theirs:
And if HIPPOLYTUS can but contrive
To buy the gilded Chariot; JOHN can drive.
Now of the Buffle You have feen To-day,
And PHÆDRA's Morals in this Scholar's Play,
Something at leaft in Juftice fhould be faid:
But this HIPPOLYTUS fo fills One's Head-
Well! PHEDRA liv'd as chaftly as She cou'd;
For fhe was Father Jove's own Flesh and Blood.
Her aukward Love indeed was odly fated:
She and her POLY were too near related:
And yet that Scruple had been laid aside,
If honeft THE SEUS had but fairly dy'd:
But when He came, what needed He to know,
But that all Matters flood in Statu quo?

There was no harm, You fee; or grant there were:
She might want Conduct; but He wanted Care.
'Twas in a Husband little less than rude,

Upon his Wife's Retirement to intrude

He should have fent a Night or two before,
That He would come exact at fuch an Hour:
Then He had turn'd all Tragedy to Jeft;
Found ev'ry Thing contribute to his Reft;
The Picquet-Friend difmifs'd, the Coast all clear,
And Spouse alone impatient for her Dear.

But if these gay Reflections come too late,
To keep the guilty PHADRA from her Fate;
If your more serious Judgment muft.condemin
The dire Effects of her unhappy Flame:
Yet, Ye chafte Matrons, and Ye tender Fair,
Let Love and Innocence engage your Care: