RECIT.

Thus fung the Bard; and thus the Goddess spoke
Submiffive bow to Love's imperious yoke:

Every state, and every age,

Shall own my rule, and fear my rage:
Compell'd by me, thy Mufe fhall prove,

That all the world was born to love.

ARIET...

Bid thy deftin'd lyre discover

Soft defire and gentle pain :

Often praife, and always love her:

Through her ear, her heart obtain.

Verfe fhall pleafe, and fighs fhall move her..
Cupid does with Phoebus reign.

Lines written in an OVID:

A Tranflation from the FRENCH.

OVID is the fureft guide,

You can name, to fhew the way

To any woman, maid or bride,
Who refolves to go aftray.

A TRUE

Ν

No,

no; for

my virginity,

MAID.

When I lofe that, fays Rofe, I'll die: Behind the elms, laft night, cry'd Dick,

Rofe, were you not extremely fick ?

ANOTHER.

TEN

ANOTHER.

EN months after Florimel happen'd to wed, And was brought in a laudable manner to bed: She warbled her groans with fo charming a voice, That one half of the parish was ftunn'd with the noise. But, when Florimel deign'd to lie privately in, Ten months before fhe and her spouse were a-kin; She chose with fuch prudence her pangs to conceal, That her nurse, nay her midwife, scarce heard her once fqueal.

Learn, hufbands, from hence, for the peace of your lives,

That maids make not half fuch a tumult as wives.

A REASONABLE AFFLICTION..

N his death-bed poor Lubin lies;

ON

His fpoufe is in despair:

With frequent fobs, and mutual cries,,
They both express their care..

A different caufe, fays parfon Sly,.

The fame effect may give :

Poor Lubin fears, that he shall die ;;

His wife, that he may live..

Another

Another REASONABLE, AFFLICTION.

FROM her own native France as old Alison paft, She reproach'd English Nell with neglect or with malice,

That the flattern had left, in the hurry and hafte,
Her lady's complexion and eye-brows at Calais..

ANOTHER.

HER eye-brow-box one morning loft,
(The beft of folks are ofteneft croft)

Sad Helen thus to Jenny said

(Her careless but afflicted maid),

Put me to bed then, wretched Jane;
Alas! when shall I rise again?

I can behold no mortal now:
For what's an eye without a brow?

ON THE SAME SUBJECT..

IN a dark corner of the house

Poor Helen fits, and fobs, and cries;
She will not fee her loving spouse,
Nor her more dear picquet allies:
Unless she find her eye-brows,
She 'll e'en weep out her eyes.

ON

ON THE SAME.

ELEN was just flipt into bed :

HE

Her eye-brows on the toilet lay Away the kitten with them fled, As fees belonging to her prey.

For this misfortune careless Jane,
Affure yourself, was loudly rated :
And madam, getting up again,
With her own hand the mouse-trap baited..

On little things, as fages write,
Depends our human joy or forrow :
If we don't catch a mouse to-night,.
Alas! no eye-brows for to-morrow.

PHYLLIS'S

A GE..

OW old may Phyllis be, you ask,
Whose beauty thus all hearts engages ?

To answer is no easy task :

For fhe has really two ages.

Stiff in brocade, and pinch'd in ftays,
Her patches, paint, and jewels on;
All day let Envy view her face,

And Phyllis is but twenty-one.

Paint, patches, jewels laid afide,
At night Aftronomers agree,
The evening has the day bely'd ;,
And Phyllis is fome forty-three.

WH

FORMA BONUM FRAGILE.

'HAT a frail thing is Beauty, fays baron Le Cras, Perceiving his Mistress had one eye of glass:

And fcarcely had he spoke it;

When the more confus'd, as more angry fhe grew,
By a negligent rage prov'd the maxim too true :
She dropt the eye, and broke it.

AN EPIGRA M.
Written to the Duke de NOAILLES.

AIN the concern which you exprefs,

VAIN

That uncall'd Alard will poffefs

Your house and coach, both day and night,
And that Macbeth was haunted lefs
By Banquo's reftlefs fpright.

With fifteen thousand pounds a year,
Do you complain, you cannot bear
An ill, you may fo foon retrieve?
Good Alard, faith, is modefter
By much than you believe.