THE

O L D G E N T R Y.

THAT

HAT 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.

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.

But coronets we owe to crowns,
And favour to a court's affection

; By Nature we are Adam's sons,

And sons of Anstis * by election.

Kingfale! eight hundred years have rollid,

Since thy forefathers held the plow; When this in story shall be told,

Add, that my kindred do so now.

The man who by his labour gets

His bread, in independent state, Who never begs, and seldom eats,

Himself can fix or change his fate.

* Garter King at Arms.

THE

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INS A TI A B L E PRIEST.

LUKE
UKE 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 suppress all his carnal desires in their birth,

At all hours a lusty young hussey is near : And, to take off his thoughts from the things of this

earth, He can be content with two thousand a year.

А

FRENCH

SONG

I MIT A T ED.

Why
H Y 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 Ay.

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 guess 'tis for One

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Now how shall I do with my love and my pride;
Dear Dick *, give me counsel, if Friendship has

any ;
Pry'thee purge, or let blood! surly Richard reply'd,
And forget the coquette in the arms of your

Nanny t.

of

While I pleaded with passion how much I deserv'd,
For the pains and the torments of more than a

year ;
She look'd in an almanack, whence the observ’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 saying nothing talks better than I,

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 she wanted eyes, she 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 still I play, and still my luck 's the fame :
Unconquer'd in three suits it does remain,
Whereas I only alk in one to gain ;

she, still contradi&ting, gifts imparts, And give success in every suits- but Hearts.

CU PI D'S

CUPID's PROMISE,

A

FRENCH SONG,

PARAPHRASED.

SOFT

T Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, mov’d with my lyre,
In Aattering accents spoke his joy,

And utter'd thus his fond desire.

Oh ! raise thy voice! one Song I ask ;

Touch then thy harmonious string: To Thyrfis easy is the talk,

Who can so sweetly play and sing.

Two kisses from my mother dear,

Thyrsis, thy due reward ihall be ;
None, none, like Beauty's Queen is fair,

Paris has vouch'd this truth for me.

I strait