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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;
And that his fon, and his fon's fon,
Were all but ploughmen, clowns, and louts.

Each, when his ruftic pains began,
To merit pleaded equal right;
"Twas only who left off at noon,
Or who went on to work till night.

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,
Since thy forefathers held the plow;

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,
Himself can fix or change his fate.

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,
He has but three livings, and would be a Dean;
His Wife dý'd this year, he has marry'd his maid.

To fupprefs all his carnal defires in their birth,
At all hours a lufty young huffey 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.

WHY thus from the plain does thy fhepherdess

rove,

Forfaking her swain, and neglecting his love?
You have heard all my grief, you fee how I die,
Oh! give some relief to the fwain whom you fly.

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,
And therefore pardon'd when she did not right;
But yet till then it never did appear,

That, as fhe wanted eyes, fhe could not hear;
I begg'd that she would give leave to lose,
A thing she does not commonly refuse!
Two matadores are out against my game,
Yet ftill I play, and still my luck 's the fame:
Unconquer'd in three fuits it does remain,
Whereas I only ask in one to gain;

Yet fhe, ftill contradicting, gifts imparts,
And give fuccefs in every fuits-but Hearts.

CUPID's