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ANOTHER.

ORM'D half beneath, and half above the earth,

We sisters owe to art our second birth:
The smith's and carpenter's adopted
daughters,

Made on the land, to travel on the waters.
Swifter they move, as they are straiter bound,
Yet neither tread the air, or wave, or ground:
They serve the poor for use, the rich for whim,
Sink when it rains, and when it freezes swim.

THE OLD GENTRY.

HAT all from Adam first began,
None but ungodly Woolston doubts;
And that his son, and his son's son,
Were all but ploughmen, clowns, and
louts.

Each, when his rustic pains began,
To merit pleaded equal right;

"Twas only who left off at noon,
Or who went on to work till night.

But coronets we owe to crowns,
And favour to a court's affection;

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By nature we are Adam's sons,

And sons of Anstis* by election.

Kingsale! eight hundred years have roll'd,
Since thy forefathers held the plough;
When this shall be in story told,

Add, that my kindred do so now.

The man who by his labour gets
His bread, in independent state,
Who never begs, and seldom eats,
Himself can fix or change his fate.

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THE INSATIABLE PRIEST.

UKE PREACH-ILL admires what we laymen can mean;

That thus by our profit and pleasure are sway'd,

He has but three livings, and would be a dean; His wife died this year, he has married his maid.

To suppress all his carnal desires in their birth,
At all hours a lusty young hussy is near:
And, to take off his thoughts from the things of this
earth,

He can be content with two thousand a year.

* Garter King at Arms.

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A FRENCH SONG IMITATED.

HY thus from the plain does my shepherdess rove,

Forsaking her swain, and neglecting his love?

You have heard all my grief, you see how I die, Oh! give some relief to the swain whom you fly.

How can you complain, or what am I to say, Since my dog lies unfed, and my sheep run astray? Need I tell what I mean, that I languish alone! When I leave all the plain, you may guess 'tis for

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A CASE STATED.

OW how shall I do with my love and my pride;

Dear Dick,* give me counsel, if friendship has any;

Prithee purge, or let blood! surly Richard replied. And forget the coquette in the arms of your

Nanny.†

* Mr. Shelton.

Mrs. Durham.

While I pleaded with passion how much I deserv'd, For the pains and the torments of more than a

year;

She look'd in an almanack, whence she observ'd, That it wanted a fortnight to Bartlemew-fair.

My Cowley and Waller how vainly I quote,

While my negligent judge only hears with her eye!

In a long flaxen wig, and embroider'd new coat, Her spark saying nothing talks better than I.

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UPON PLAYING AT OMBRE WITH TWO

LADIES.

KNOW that fortune long has wanted sight,

And therefore pardon'd when she did not right;

But yet till then it never did appear,

That, as she wanted eyes, she could not hear;
I begg'd that she would give me leave to lose,
A thing she does not commonly refuse!
Two matadores are out against my game,
Yet still I play, and still my luck's the same:
Unconquer'd in three suits it does remain,
Whereas I only ask in one to gain;
Yet she, still contradicting, gifts imparts,
And gives success in every suit-but hearts.

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CUPID'S PROMISE.

A FRENCH SONG PARAPHRASED.

OFT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, mov'd with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And utter'd thus his fond desire.

Oh! raise thy voice! one song I ask ;
Touch then th' harmonious string;

To Thyrsis easy is the task,

Who can so sweetly play and sing.

Two kisses from my mother dear,
Thyrsis, thy due reward shall be;
None, none, like beauty's queen is fair,
Paris has vouch'd this truth for me.

I straight replied, Thou know'st alone
That brightest Chloe rules my breast,
I'll sing thee two instead of one,

If thou❜lt be kind, and make me blest

One kiss from Chloe's lips, no more

I crave: he promis'd me success; I play'd with all my skill and power, My glowing passion to express.

VOL. 11.

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