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 Nurfe, nay her Midwife, scarce heard her once

fqueal.

Learn, Husbands, from hence, for the Peace of your Lives, That Maids make not half fuch a Tumult, as Wives.

AREASONABLE AFFLICTION.

ON His Death-Red poor LUBIN lies;

His Spouse is in Despair:

With frequent Sobs, and mutual Crics,
They Both express their Care.

A diff'rent Caufe, fays Parfon SLY,
The fame Effect may give:

Poor LUBIN fears, that He shall Die;
His Wife, that He may Live.

Another REASONABLE AFFLICTION.

ROM her own Native FRANCE as old ALISON paft,

FROM

She reproach'd English NELL with Neglect or with
Malice,

That the Slattern had left, in the Hurry and Hast,

Her Lady's Complexion, and Eye-brows at CALAIS.

ANO

AN O THE R.

HER Eye-brow-Box one Morning loft,

(The best of Folks are oft'neft croft)

Sad HELEN thus to JENNY faid,

Her carelefs but affli&ed Maid;

Put me to Bed then, wretched JANE:
Alas! when fhall I rife again?

I can behold no Mortal now:
For what's an Eye without a Brow?

On the fame Subject.

N a dark Corner of the Houfe

IN

Poor HELEN fits, and fobs and cries:
She will not fee her Loving Spouse,
Nor her more dear Picquet-Allies:
Unless She finds her Eye-brows,
She'll e'en weep out her Eyes,

On the Same.

HELEN was juft flipt into Bed:

Her Eye-brows on the Toilet lay:

Away the Kitten with them fled, As Fees belonging to her Prey.

For this Misfortune careless JAN E,

Affure your felf, was loudly rated:

And Madam getting up again,

With her own Hand the Moufe-Trap baited.

On little Things, as Sages write, Depends our Human Joy, or Sorrow: If We don't catch a Moufe To-night, Alas! no Eye-brows for To-morrow.

PHYLLIS's A GE.

HOW

OW old may PHYLLIS be, You ask,
Whofe Beauty thus all Hearts engages?

To Answer is no eafie Task:

For She 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 afide,

At Night Aftronomers agree,

The Evening has the Day bely'd;
And PHYLLIS is fome Forty-three.

Forma

W

Forma Bonum Fragile.

HAT a frail Thing is Beauty, fays Baron LE CRAS,
Perceiving his Mistress had one Eye of Glafs:
And scarcely had He spoke it;

When She more confus'd, as more angry She grew,
By a negligent Rage prov'd the Maxim too true:
She dropt the Eye, and broke it.

A Critical Moment.

How capricious were Nature and Art to poor NELL?

She was painting her Cheeks at the time her Nofe fell,

AN EPIGRAM.

Written to the Duke de NOAILLES.

VAIN the Concern which You exprefs,

That uncall'd A LARD will poffefs

Your House and Coach, both Day and Night,
And that MACKBETH was haunted lefs
By BANQUO's restless Spright.

With Fifteen Thoufand Pound a Year,
Do You complain, You cannot bear

An Ill, You may fo foon retrieve?
Good ALARD, faith, is modefter
By much, than You believe.

Lend Him but fifty Louis' d'or;
And You fhall never fee Him more:
Take the Advice; Probatum eft.
Why do the Gods indulge our Store,
But to fecure our Reft?

EPILOGUE to PHEDRA

Spoken by Mrs. Oldfield, who acted Ifmena.

LA

ADIES, To-night your Pity I implore

For one, who never troubled You before:
An OXFORD-Man, extreamly read in GREEK
Who from EURIPIDES makes PHEDRA fpeak;
And comes to Town, to let Us Moderns know,
How Women lov'd two thousand Years ago.

If that be all, faid I, e'en burn your Play :
I' gad! We know all that, as well as They:
Show Us the youthful, handfome Charioteer,
Firm in his Seat, and running his Career;
Our Souls would kindle with as gen'rous Flames,
As e'er infpir'd the antient GRECIAN Dames:
Ev'ry ISMENA Wwould refign her Breaft;
And ev'ry dear HIPPOLYTUS be blest.

But