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L UKE Preach-ill admires what we Laymen can
That thus by our profit and pleafure are fway'd,
He has but three livings, and would be a Dean ;
His Wife dy'd this year, he has marry'd his maid.
“To fupprefs all his carna! defires in their birth,
At all hours a lufty young huffey is near :
And, to take off his thoughts from the things of this
He can be content with two thoufand a year.
W,, Y thus from the plain does thy fhepherdefs rove, - . Forfaking her fwain, and negle&ting his love ? You have heard all my grief, you fee how I dfe, 6h ! give fome reliefto the fwain whom you fly.
How can you complain, or what am Ito fay, Since my dog lies unfed, and my fheep run aftray? Need I tell what I mean, that I languifh alone !
When I leave all the plain, you mayguefs *tis for One. A
Now how fhall I do with my love and my pride;
Dear Dick *, give me counfel, if Friendfhip has
Pry'thee purge, or let blood! furly Richard reply'd,
And forget the coquette in the arms of your
While I pleaded with paffion how much I deferv'd,
For the pains and the torments of more than a
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
In a long flaxen wig, and embroider'd new coat,
Her fpark faying nothing talks better than I,
I KNOW that Fortune long has wanted fight,
And therefore pardon'd when fhe did not right ;
But yet till then it never did appear,
That, as fhe wanted eyes, fhe could not hear ;
I begg'd that fhe would give leave to lofe,
A thing fhe does not commonly refufe !
Two matadores are out againft my game,
Yet ftiil I play, and ftill my luck's the fame:
Unconquer'd in three fuits it does remain,
Whereas I only afk in one to gain ;
Yet fhe, ftill contradi&ting, gifts imparts,
And give fuccefs in every fuits—but Hearts.
S O FT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy,
The other day, mov'd with my lyre,
In flattering accents fpoke his joy,
And utter'd thus his fond defire.
Two kifTes from my mother dear,
Thyrfis, thy due reward fhall be ;
None, none, like Beauty's Queen is fair,
Paris has vouch'd this truth for me.
I ftrait reply'd, Thou know'ft alone
That brighteft Chloe rules my breaft,
I '11 fing the Two inftead of One,
If thou 'lt be kind, and make me bleft.
One kifs from Chloe's lips, no more,
I crave : He promis*d me fuccefs ;
I play'd with all my fkill and power,
My glowing paffion to exprefs.
But, oh ! my Chloe, beauteous maid !
Wilt thou the wifh'd reward beftow ?
Wilt thou make good what Love has faid,
And, by thy grant, his power fhow ?
P EN, ink, and wax, and paper fend
To the kind wife, the lovely friend :
Smiling, bid her freely write
What her happy thoughts indite ;
Of virtue, goodnefs, peace, and love,
Thoughts which angels may approve.