By EN I G M A. Y birth I'm a flave, yet can give you a crown, I difpofe of all honours, myself having none; I'm obliged by juft maxims to govern my life, Yet I hang my own master, and lie with his wife. When men are a-gaming, I cunningly sneak, And their cudgels and fhovels away from them take, Fair maidens and ladies I by the hand get, And pick off their diamonds, though ne'er fo well fet. For when I have comrades we rob in whole bands, Then presently take off your lands from your hands. But, this fury once over, I've fuch winning arts, That you love me much more than you do your own hearts. A NOT HER. FORM'D half beneath, and half above the earth, We fifters owe to art our fecond birth: The Smith's and Carpenter's adopted daughters, Made on the land, to travel on the waters. Swifter they move, as they are ftraiter bound, Yet neither tread the air, or wave, or ground: They ferve the poor for ufe, the rich for whim, Sink when it rains, and when it freezes fwim. THE THE OLD GENTRY, THAT all from Adam first began, None but ungodly Woolston doubts; Each, when his ruftic pains began, But coronets we owe to crowns, And favour to a court's affection ; By Nature we are Adam's fons, And fons of Anftis* by election. Kingfale! eight hundred years have roll'd, When this in story shall be told, Add, that my kindred do fo now. The man who by his labour gets His bread, in independent ftate, Who never begs, and feldom eats, Garter King at Arms. THE THE INSATIABLE PRIEST. LUKE Preach-ill admires what we Laymen can mean; That thus by our profit and pleasure are sway'd, To fupprefs all his carnal defires in their birth, He can be content with two thousand a year. A FRENCH SONG IMITATED. WHY thus from the plain does thy fhepherdess rove, Forfaking her swain, and neglecting his love? How can you complain, or what am I to say, Since my dog lies unfed, and my sheep run aftray? Need I tell what I mean, that I languish alone! When I leave all the plain, you may guefs 'tis for One. A A CASE STATE D. Now how fhall I do with my love and my pride; Dear Dick *, give me counsel, if Friendship has any; Pry'thee purge, or let blood! furly Richard reply'd, And forget the coquette in the arms of your Nanny +. While I pleaded with paffion how much I deferv'd, For the pains and the torments of more than a year; She look'd in an almanack, whence fhe obferv'd, That it wanted a fortnight to Bart'l'mew-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 faying nothing talks better than I, Mr. Shelton. † Mrs. Durham. UPON UPON PLAYING AT OMBRE WITH TWO LADIES. I KNOW that Fortune long has wanted fight, That, as fhe wanted eyes, fhe could not hear; Yet fhe, ftill contradicting, gifts imparts, CUPID's |