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In her high forehead's fair half round
are neither black, nor gray ;
Written in an OVID.
VID is the furest guide
You can name to show the way To any woman, maid, or bride,
Who refolves to go astray.
A TRUE MAID.
o, no: for my virginity,
When I lose that, says Rose, I'll die : Behind the elms, last night, cry'd Dick,
Rose, were you not extremely Gick?
EN months after Florimel happen'd to wed,
And was brought in a laudable manner to bed, She warbled her groans with fo charming a voice, That one half of the parish was stun'd with the noise. But when Florimel deign'd to lie privately in, Ten nonths before she and her spouse were a-kin; She chose with fuch prudence her pangs to conceal, That her nurse, nay her midwife, scarce heard her once squeal,
[lives, Learn, husbands, from hence, for the peace of your That maids make not half such a.tumult as wives.
A REASONABLE AFFLICTION,
N his death-bed poor Lubin lies ;.
His spouse is in despair !
They both express their care.
A diff'rent cause, says parfon Sly,
The same effect may give :
His wife, that he may live.
ANOTHER REASONABLE AFFLICTION,
"ROM her own native France as old Alison past, She reproach'd English Nell with neglect. or
with malice, That the lattern had left in the hurry and haste, Her lady's complexion, and eye.brows at Calais.
A NO THE RÖ
ER eye brow box one morning lost,
(The best of folks are oft'neft crost) 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.
N a dark corner of the house
Poor Helen fits, and fobs and cries ;
Unless she finds her eye-brow9,-
ON THE SAME:
'ELEN was just slipt into bed :
Her eye-brows on the toilet lay;
For this misfortune careless Janeį. Assure 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 mouse to•night; Alas! no eye-brows for to-morrow.
PHYLLIS's AG B.
OW old may Phyllis be, you ask,
Whose beauty thus all hearts engages ? 'lo answer is no easy task:
For the 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 asider
At night astronomers agree, The evening has the day bely'd ;
And Phyllis is some forty-three.
: Forma bonum fragile.
HAT a frail thing is beauty, says Baron la Crasj.
And scarcely had he spoke it ;
She dropt the eye, and broke it.
A critical moment:
OW capricious were nature and art to poor
Nell? She was painting her cheeks at the time her nose fell.
A N E PIG R A M.
Written to the Duke de NOAILLES.
AIN the concern which you express,,
That uncall’d Alard will possess
By Banquo's restless spright.
With fifteen thousand pounds a year,
An ill, you may foon retrieve?
By much than you believe.
Lend him but fifty Louis' d'or ;
Thall never see him more:
But to secure our rest?