Sir, will your questions never end? From pen Has the a bodkin and a card? She'll prick her mind.-She will, you say; Powder, and pocket-glafs, and beau ; 45 50 55 60 Where fighs and looks are bought and fold, 65 The women wretched, falfe the men ; And clap your Padlock-on her mind. A REASONABLE AFFLICTION. N his death bed poor Lubin lies, With frequent fobs and mutual cries Poor Lubin fears that he fhall die, His wife that he may live. ANOTHER. ROM her own native France, as old Alifon paft, malice, That the flattern had left in the hurry and hafte ANOTHER. HER eyebrow box one morning loft, (The best of folks are oft'neft croft) Sad Helen thus to Jenny faid, Put me to bed, then, wretched Jane; ON THE SAME SUBJECT. Na dark corner of the house IN Poor Helen fits, and fobs, and cries; She will not fee her loving spouse, 5 H ON THE SAME. ELEN was juft flipt into bed, With her own hand the mouse-trap baited. no; A TRUE MAID. Nwhen flore that, lays Rofe, I'll die. Behind the elms, last night, cry'd Dick, TEN 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 ftunn'd with the noise; But when Florimel deign'd to lie privately in, Ten months before fhe and her fpoufe were a-kin, She chose with fuch prudence her pangs to conceal, That her nurfe, nay her midwife, fcarce heard her once squeall [lives, Learn Hufbands from hence, for the peace of your That maids make not half fuch a tumult as wives. 10 FIR A DUTCH PROVERB. IRE, water, woman, are man's ruin, By flames a houfe I hir'd was loft Laft year, and I must pay the cost. This fpring the rains o'erflow'd my ground, The gipfy knows her pow'r and flies. DEA A SIMILE. EAR Thomas, didft thou never pop Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes, So fares it with thofe merry blades They tread on stars and talk with gods; Still pleas'd with their own verfes found; A FLOWER. PAINTED BY SIMON VARELST. WHEN 5 10 5 15 20 WHEN fam'd Varelft this little wonder drew, Flora vouchfaf'd the growing works to view: Finding the painter's fcience at a ftand, The goddess fnatch'd the pencil from his hand, And finishing the piece, the fmiling faid, A CASE STATED. TOW how fhall I do with my love and my pride, Dear Dick, give me counfel if friendship has any; Pr'ythee purge, or let blood, furly Richard reply'd, And forget the coquette in the arms of your Nanny. 4 II. While I pleaded with paffion how much I deferv'd For the pains and the torments for more than a year, She look'd in an almanack, whence the obferv'd That it wanted a fortnight to Barthol'mew fair. III. My Cowley and Waller how vainly I quote, THE A FABLE. Perfonam tragiciam forte vulpes viderat, O quanta fpecies, inquit, cerebrum non habet! fox an actor's vizard found, And peer'd, and felt, and turn'd it round, Then threw it in contempt away, And thus old Phædrus heard him fay, Thou fpecious head without a brain? A CRITICAL MOMENT. 12 Phædr. He was painting her cheeks at the time her nofe OW capricious were Nature and Art to poor Nell! fell. |