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As flow'ry bands in wantonness are worn,
65 A morning's pleasure, and at evening torn; This binds in ties more easy, yet more strong, The willing heart, and only holds it long.
Thus *Voiture's early care still shone the same, And Monthausier was only chang'd in name: 70 By this, ev’n now they live, ev'n now they charm, Their Wit still sparkling, and their flames still
warm. Now crown'dwith Myrtle, on th’Elysian coast, Amid those Lovers, joys his gentle Ghost : Pleas'd, while with smiles his happy lines you view, And finds a fairer Rambouillet in
76 The brightest eyes of France infpir'd his Muse; The brightest eyes of Britain now peruse; And dead, as living, 'tis our Author's pride Still to charm those who charm the world beside,
E P I S T L E
To the fame,
On her leaving the Town after the
S some fond Virgin, whom her mother's
Drags from the Town to wholesome Country air,
She went, to plain-work, and to purling brooks, Old-fashion'd halls, dull Aunts, and croaking
rooks: She went from Op'ra, Park, Asembly, Play, To morning-walks, and pray’rs three hours a day;
To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea,
15 To muse, and spill her solitary tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the flow clock, and dine exact at noon ; Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire, Hum half a tune, tell stories to the squire ; 20 Up to her godly garret after sev'n, There starve and pray, for that's the way to heav'n.
Some Squire, perhaps, you take delight to rack; Whose game is Whisk, whose treat a toast in sack; Who visits with a Gun, presents you birds, 25 Then gives a smacking buss, and cries,--Nowords ! Orwith his houndcomes hallowing from the stable, Makes love with nods, and knees beneath a table; Whose laughs are hearty, tho' his jests are coarse, And loves you best of all things—but his horse.
30 In some fair ev'ning, on your elbow laid, You dream of Triumphs in the rural shade; In pensive thought recall the fancy'd fcene, See Coronations rise on ev'ry green ; Ecíore you pass th’imaginary fights 35 Of Lords, and Earls, and Dukes, and garter'd
While the spread fan o'ersiades your closing eyes;
in lone woods, or empty walls! 40 So when your Slave, at some dear idle time, (Not plagu'd with head-achs, or the want of
rhyme) Stands in the streets, abstracted from the crew, And while he seems to study, thinks of you; Just when his fancy points your sprightly eyes, 45. Or fees the blush of soft Parthenia rise, Gay pats my shoulder, and
vanish quite, Streets, Chairs, and Coxcombs rush upon my fight; Vex'd to be still in town, I knit my brow, Look four, and hum a Tune, as you may now. 50
CARD EL I A.
SMILINDA, Ah, Madam, since my SHARPER is untrue, I joyless make my once ador'd Alpeu. 5) I saw him stand behind OMBRELIA's Chair, And whisper with that soft, deluding air, And those feign'd fighs which cheat the listning
N O T E s. The Basset-Table.] Only this of all the Town Eclogues was Mr. Pope's ; and is here printed from a copy corrected by his own hand --The humour of it lies in this happy circumstance, that the one is in love with the Game, and the Other with the Sharper.