RECIT. Thus fung the Bard; and thus the Goddess spoke Every state, and every age, Shall own my rule, and fear my rage: 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.. 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, 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,, 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, ANOTHER. HER eye-brow-box one morning loft, Sad Helen thus to Jenny said (Her careless but afflicted maid), Put me to bed then, wretched Jane; I can behold no mortal now: ON THE SAME SUBJECT.. IN a dark corner of the house Poor Helen fits, and fobs, and cries; 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, On little things, as fages write, PHYLLIS'S A GE.. OW old may Phyllis be, you ask, To answer is no easy task : For fhe has really two ages. Stiff in brocade, and pinch'd in ftays, And Phyllis is but twenty-one. Paint, patches, jewels laid afide, 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, AN EPIGRA M. AIN the concern which you exprefs, VAIN That uncall'd Alard will poffefs Your house and coach, both day and night, With fifteen thousand pounds a year, |