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But on she will, and secrets tell

Of John and Joan, and Ned and Nell,
Reviling every one she knows,

As fancy leads, beneath the rose.
Her tongue, so voluble and kind,
It always runs before her mind;
As times do serve, she slily pleads,
And copious tears still show her needs.
With promises as thick as weeds;
Speaks pro and con, is wondrous civil,
To-day a saint, to-morrow devil.

Poor Truth she stripped, as has been said,

And naked left the lovely maid,

Who, scorning from her cause to wince,

Has gone stark-naked ever since;

And ever naked will appear,

Beloved by all who Truth revere.

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THE CONVERSATION.

A TALE.

It always has been thought discreet
To know the company you meet;
And sure there may be secret danger
In talking much before a stranger.

'Agreed: What then?' Then drink your ale; I'll pledge you, and repeat my tale.

No matter where the scene is fixed:
The persons were but oddly mixed;
When sober Damon thus began
(And Damon is a clever man),

'I now grow old; but still, from youth,
Have held for modesty and truth.

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The men, who by these sea-marks steer,
In life's great voyage never err;

Upon this point I dare defy

The world.

I pause for a reply.'

'Sir, either is a good assistant,'

Said one who sat a little distant:

'Truth decks our speeches and our books;

And modesty adorns our looks:

But farther progress we must take;
Not only born to look and speak,
The man must act. The Stagyrite
Says thus, and says extremely right;
Strict justice is the sovereign guide,
That o'er our actions should preside;
This queen of virtues is confessed
To regulate and bind the rest.
Thrice happy if you once can find
Her equal balance poise your mind;
All different graces soon will enter,
Like lines concurrent to their centre.'
'Twas thus, in short, these two went on,
With and
yea

and nay,

pro

and con,

Through many points divinely dark,
And Waterland assaulting Clarke;
Till, in theology half lost,

Damon took up the Evening-Post;
Confounded Spain, composed the North,
And deep in politics held forth.

'Methinks we 're in the like condition, As at the Treaty of Partition;

That stroke, for all King William's care,
Begat another tedious war.

Matthew, who knew the whole intrigue,

Ne'er much approved that mystic league:

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In the vile Utrecht Treaty too,
Poor man! he found enough to do.
Sometimes to me he did apply;
But Down-right Dunstable was I,
And told him where they were mistaken,
And counselled him to save his bacon.
But (pass his politics and prose)

I never herded with his foes;
Nay, in his verses, as a friend,

I still found something to commend.
Sir, I excused his Nut-brown Maid,
Whate'er severer critics said;
Too far, I own, the girl was tried;
The women all were on my side.
For Alma I returned him thanks;
I liked her with her little pranks;
Indeed, poor Solomon in rhyme
Was much too grave to be sublime.'
Pindar and Damon scorn transition,
So on he ran a new division;

Till, out of breath, he turned to spit;
(Chance often helps us more than wit).
T'other that lucky moment took,

Just nicked the time, broke in, and spoke.
"Of all the gifts the gods afford

(If we may take old Tully's word)
The greatest is a friend; whose love
Knows how to praise, and when reprove:
From such a treasure never part,
But hang the jewel on your heart:
And, pray, sir, (it delights me) tell;
You know this author mighty well?'

'Know him! d'ye question it? Odds-fish!

Sir, does a beggar know his dish?

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I loved him; as I told you, I
Advised him- Here a stander-by
Twitched Damon gently by the cloak,
And thus, unwilling, silence broke;

'Damon, 'tis time we should retire, The man you talk with is Mat Prior.'

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Patron thro' life, and from thy birth my friend, Dorset to thee this fable let me send: With Damon's lightness weigh thy solid worth; The foil is known to set the diamond forth: Let the feigned tale this real moral give, How many Damons, how few Dorsets, live!

THE FEMALE PHAETON.

1. THUS Kitty, beautiful and young,
And wild as colt untamed,

Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung,
With little rage inflamed:

2 Inflamed with rage at sad restraint,
Which wise mamma ordained;
And sorely vexed to play the saint,
Whilst wit and beauty reigned:

3 'Shall I thumb holy books, confined
With Abigails, forsaken:
Kitty's for other things designed,
Or I am much mistaken.

4 Must Lady Jenny frisk about,
And visit with her cousins;

At balls must she make all the rout,
And bring home hearts by dozens!

'Lady Catharine Hyde, late Duchess of Queensberry.

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5 'What has she better, pray, than I,
What hidden charms to boast,
That all mankind for her should die;
Whilst I am scarce a toast!

6 Dearest mamma! for once let me,
Unchained, my fortune try;
I'll have my earl as well as she,'
Or know the reason why.

7 I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score,
Make all her lovers fall,

They'll grieve I was not loosed before;
She, I was loosed at all.'

8 Fondness prevailed, mamma gave way;
Kitty, at heart's desire,
Obtained the chariot for a day,
And set the world on fire.

THE JUDGMENT OF VENUS.

1 WHEN Kneller's works of various grace
Were to fair Venus shown;

The goddess spied in every face
Some features of her own.

2 Just so! (and pointing with her hand)
So shone, says she, my eyes2
When from two goddesses I gained
An apple for a prize.

3 When in the glass, and river too,

My face I lately viewed,

1 The Earl of Essex married Lady Jane Hyde.-2 Lady Ranelagh.

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