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 died this year, he has married his maid. To suppress all his carnal desires in their birth, He can be content with two thousand a-year. A FRENCH SONG IMITATED. 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. 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. Now how shall I do with my love and my pride; Dear Dick,1 give me counsel, if friendship has any; Prithee purge, or let blood! surly Richard replied, And forget the coquette in the arms of your Nanny.2 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 almanac, whence she 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. UPON PLAYING AT OMBRE WITH TWO LADIES. I KNOW that fortune long has wanted sight, 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; 1 Mr. Shelton. 2 Mrs. Durham. I begg'd that she would give me leave to lose, Yet she, still contradicting, gifts imparts, CUPID'S PROMISE. A FRENCH SONG PARAPHRASED. SOFT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy, Oh! raise thy voice! one song I ask; Who can so sweetly play and sing. Two kisses from my mother dear, I straight replied, Thou know'st alone I'll sing thee two instead of one, If thou'lt be kind, and make me blest. One kiss from Chloe's lips, no more I crave: he promis'd me success; I play'd with all my skill and power, My glowing passion to express. But oh! my Chloe, beauteous maid! Wilt thou the wish'd 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 A LETTER TO THE HONOURABLE LADY MARGARET CAVEN DISH HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD. My noble, lovely, little Peggy, And so I rest your constant friend. LINES 1 WRITTEN UNDER THE PRINT OF TOM BRITTON, MR. WOOLASTON. THOUGH doom'd to small-coal, yet to arts allied, 1 These verses were written by Mr. Prior to serve Vertue, then a young man, and patronized by Edward Earl of |