Learn, hufbands, from hence, for the peace of your

lives,

That maids make not half fuch a tumult, as wives.

A

REASONABLE AFFLICTION.

ON his death-bed poor Lubin lies;

His spouse is in despair:

With frequent fobs, and mutual cries,
They both express their care.

A different caufe, fays parfon Sly,
The fame effect may give :
Poor Lubin fears, that he fhall die;
His wife, that he may live.

ANOTHER.

FROM her own native France as old Alifon past,

She reproach'd English Nell with neglect or with

malice,

That the flattern had left in the hurry and hafte, Her lady's complection, and eye-brows at Calais.

AN Q

A NOT

HER.

HER eye-brow-box one morning lost,

(The best of folks are ofteneft croft)
Sad Helen thus to Jenny faid,
Her careless but afflicted maid;
Put me to bed then, wretched Jane;
Alas! when shall I rise again?
I can behold no mortal now :
For what's an eye without a brow.

ON THE SAME SUBJECT.

IN a dark corner of the house

Poor Helen fits, and fobs and cries; She will not fee her loving fpoufe,

Nor her more dear, PICQUET-allies:

Unless the find her eye-brows,

She'll e'en weep out her eyes.

ON

O N

THE SAME SUBJECT.

HELEN

ELEN 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,
Affure yourself was loudly rated:
And madam getting up again,
With her own hand the mouse-trap baited,

On little things, as fages write, Depends our human joy, or forrow: If we don't catch a moufe to-night, Alas! no eye-brows for to-morrow.

VOL. I.

X

PHIL

PHIL LIS'S

AGE.

How old may Phillis be, you ask,
Whose beauty thus all hearts engages ?
To answer is no easy task :

For fhe has really two ages.

Stiff in brocard, and pinch'd in ftays,
Her patches, paint, and jewels on ;
All day let Envy view her face;
And Phillis is but twenty-one.

Paint, patches, jewels laid afide,
At night aftronomers agree,
The evening has the day bely'd;'
And Phillis is fome forty-three.

FOR

FORMA BONUM FRAGILE.

WHAT

HAT a frail thing is beauty, fays baron Le
Cras,

Perceiving his mistress had one eye of glass :

And scarcely had he spoke it;

When the more confus'd as more angry fhe grew,
By a negligent rage prov'd the maxim toó true:
She dropt the eye, and broke it.

CRITICAL

A

MOMEN T.

How capricious were Nature and Art to poor

Nell?

She was painting her cheeks at the time her nose fell.