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ANOTHER.

FORMED 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.

1 THAT 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.

2 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.

3 But coronets we owe to crowns,

And favour to a court's affection; By nature we are Adam's sons,

And sons of Anstis 1 by election.

4 Kingsale! eight hundred years have rolled, Since thy forefathers held the plough;

When this in story shall be told,

Add, that my kindred do so now.

5 The man who by his labour gets His bread, in independent state,

1 Garter King at Arms.

Who never begs, and seldom eats,
Himself can fix or change his fate.

THE INSATIABLE PRIEST.

1 LUKE PREACH-ILL admires what we laymen can mean;
That thus by our profit and pleasure are swayed,
He has but three livings, and would be a dean;
His wife died this year, he has married his maid.

2 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.

A FRENCH SONG IMITATED.

1 WHY thus from the plain does thy 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.

2 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 one.

A CASE STATED.

1 Now how shall I do with my love and my pride; Dear Dick,1 give me counsel, if friendship has any;

1 Mr Shelton.

Pr'ythee purge, or let blood, surly Richard replied, And forget the coquette in the arms of your Nanny.1

2 While I pleaded with passion how much I deserved, For the pains and the torments of more than a

year;

She looked in an almanack, whence she observed, That it wanted a fortnight to Barthol'mew-fair.

3 My Cowley and Waller how vainly I quote,

While my negligent judge only hears with her eye! In a long flaxen wig, and embroidered new coat, Her spark saying nothing talks better than I.

UPON PLAYING AT OMBRE WITH TWO
LADIES.

I KNOW that fortune long has wanted sight,
And therefore pardoned when she did not right;
But yet till then it never did appear,

That, as she wanted eyes, she could not hear;
I begged 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;
Unconquered 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.

1 Mrs Durham.

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CUPID'S PROMISE,

A FRENCH SONG PARAPHRASED.

1 SOFT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, moved with my lyre,
In flattering accents spoke his joy,
And uttered thus his fond desire.

2 Oh! raise thy voice! one song I ask;
Touch then thy harmonious string;
To Thyrsis easy is the task,

Who can so sweetly play and sing.

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

4 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.

5 One kiss from Chloe's lips, no more
I crave; he promised me success:
I played with all my skill and power,
My glowing passion to express.

6 But oh! my Chloe, beauteous maid!

Wilt thou the wished reward bestow? Wilt thou make good what love has said,

And, by thy grant, his power show?

TO THE EARL OF OXFORD.

WRITTEN EXTEMPORE, IN LADY OXFORD'S STUDY, 1717.

PEN, ink, and wax, and
paper send
To the kind wife, the lovely friend;
Smiling, bid her freely write
What her happy thoughts indite;
Of virtue, goodness, peace, and love,
Thoughts which angels may approve.

A LETTER

TO THE HONOURABLE LADY MARGARET CAVENDISH
HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD.

My noble, lovely, little Peggy,

Let this my first epistle beg ye,
At dawn of morn and close of even,
To lift your heart and hands to heaven.
In double beauty say your prayer;
Our Father first, then Notre Pere:
And, dearest child, along the day,
In everything you do and say,
Obey and please my lord and lady,
So God shall love, and angels aid
If to these precepts you attend,
No second letter need I send,
And so I rest your constant friend.

ye.

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