But, when Florimel deign'd to lie privately in, Ten months before she and her spouse were a-kin, She chose with such prudence her pangs to conceal, That her nurse, nay her midwife, scarce heard her [lives, Learn, Husbands, from hence, for the peace of your That maids make not half so much tumult as wives. once squeal. A DUTCH PROVERB. FIRE, water, woman, are man's ruin The gipsy knows her pow'r and flies. Fire, water, woman, are my ruin, And great thy wisdom, Vander Brüin. A SIMILE. DEAR Thomas, didst thou never pop A Squirrel spend his little rage Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes, So fares it with those merry blades They tread on stars, and talk with Gods; Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound; A FLOWER. PAINTED BY SIMON VARELST. WHEN fam'd Varelst this little wonder drew, A CASE STATED. I. Now how shall I do with my love and my pride, Dear Dick, give me counsel, if friendship has any? Pr'ythee purge, or let blood, surly Richard reply'd, And forget the coquette in the arms of your Nan II. [ny. While I pleaded with passion how much I deserv'd, For the pains and the torments for more than a year, She look'd in an almanack, whence she observ'd, That it wanted a fortnight to Barthol'mew fair. III. My Cowley and Waller how vainly I quote, [eye; While my negligent judge only hears with her In a long flaxen wig and embroider'd new coat, Her spark, saying nothing, talks better than I. A FABLE. Personam traviciam forte vulpes vide, at, THE fox an actor's visard found PHÆDR. And peer'd, and felt, and turn'd it round, A CRITICAL MOMENT. How capricious were Nature and Art to poor Nell? She was painting her cheeks at the time her nose fell. WRA FORMA BONUM FRAGILE. HAT a frail thing is beauty, says Baron le Crass, Perceiving his mistress had one eye of glass: And scarcely had he spoke it, When she, more confus'd, as more angry she grew, By a negligent rage prov'd the maxim too true; She dropp'd the eye and broke it. QUID SIT FUTURUM CRAS FUGE For what to-morrow shall disclose HER RIGHT NAME. As Nancy at her toilette sat, Admiring this, and blaming that, What sort of charms does she possess? May say how red, how round, how sweet : Theiy vagrant grace and soft delight: They stand recorded in his book, 3 |