In her high forehead's fair half round Her eyes are neither black, nor gray; ray: Their dubious luftre feems to fhow May fay how red, how round, how sweet: Their vagrant grace, and soft delight: When Helen fmil'd, and Hebe spoke- Too plainly show'd, the knew the face: Ο Written in an OVID. VID is the fureft guide To any woman, maid, or bride, A TRUE MAID. No, no: for my virginity, When I lose that, fays Rofe, I'll die: Behind the elms, laft night, cry'd Dick, Rofe, were you not extremely fick? T ANOTHER. 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 noife. But when Florimel deign'd to lie privately in, Ten months before she and her spouse were a-kin ; She chofe with fuch prudence her pangs to conceal, That her nurse, nay her midwife, fcarce heard her once fqueal, [lives, Learn, hufbands,, from hence, for the peace of your That maids make not half fuch a tumult as wives. A REASONABLE AFFLICTION. N his death-bed poor Lubin lies; With frequent fobs, and mutual cries,, A diff'rent cause, fays parfon Sly, His wife, that he may live. ANOTHER REASONABLE AFFLICTION. FR ROM her own native France as old Alifon past, That the flattern had left in the hurry and hafte, H ANOTHER ER eye brow box one morning loft, (The best of folks are oft'neft croft). Sad Helen thus to Jenny faid, Her careless but afflicted maid; I can behold no mortal now: I ON THE SAME SUBJECT. Na dark corner of the house Poor Helen fits, and fobs and cries; H ON THE SAME: 'ELEN was juft flipt into bed: For this misfortune careless Jane,. 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. H PHYLLIS'S AGE. OW old may Phyllis be, you ask, To answer is no easy task: For fhe has really two ages. Stiff in brocard, and pinch'd in stays; Paint, patches, jewels laid aside, : Forma bonum fragile. WHAT a frail thing is beauty, fays Baron la Crass Perceiving his miftrefs had one eye of glafs: When the more confus'd, as more angry fhe grew, A critical moment: WOW capricious were nature and art to poor How Nell? She was painting her cheeks at the time her nose fell. V AN EPIGRAM. Written to the Duke de NOAILLES. AIN the concern which you express,. Your house and coach both day and night, With fifteen thousand pounds a-year, Lend him but fifty Louis' d'or; |