ANOTHER. FORMED half beneath, and half above the earth, THE OLD GENTRY. 1 THAT all from Adam first began, None but ungodly Woolston doubts; And that his son, and his son's son, Were all but ploughmen, clowns, and louts. 2 Each, when his rustic pains began, 3 But coronets we owe to crowns, And favour to a court's affection; By nature we are Adam's sons, And sons of Anstis 1 by election. 4 Kingsale! eight hundred years have rolled, Since thy forefathers held the plough; When this in story shall be told, Add, that my kindred do so now. 5 The man who by his labour gets His bread, in independent state, 1 Garter King at Arms. Who never begs, and seldom eats, THE INSATIABLE PRIEST. 1 LUKE PREACH-ILL admires what we laymen can mean; 2 To suppress all his carnal desires in their birth, He can be content with two thousand a year. A FRENCH SONG IMITATED. 1 WHY thus from the plain does thy shepherdess rove, 2 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. 1 Now how shall I do with my love and my pride; Dear Dick,1 give me counsel, if friendship has any; 1 Mr Shelton. Pr'ythee purge, or let blood, surly Richard replied, And forget the coquette in the arms of your Nanny.1 2 While I pleaded with passion how much I deserved, For the pains and the torments of more than a year; She looked in an almanack, whence she observed, That it wanted a fortnight to Barthol'mew-fair. 3 My Cowley and Waller how vainly I quote, While my negligent judge only hears with her eye! In a long flaxen wig, and embroidered new coat, Her spark saying nothing talks better than I. UPON PLAYING AT OMBRE WITH TWO I KNOW that fortune long has wanted sight, That, as she wanted eyes, she could not hear; 1 Mrs Durham. 10 CUPID'S PROMISE, A FRENCH SONG PARAPHRASED. 1 SOFT Cupid, wanton, amorous boy, 2 Oh! raise thy voice! one song I ask; Who can so sweetly play and sing. 3 Two kisses from my mother dear, Thyrsis, thy due reward shall be; None, none, like beauty's queen is fair, Paris has vouched this truth for me. 4 I straight replied, Thou know'st alone That brightest Chloe rules my breast, I'll sing thee two instead of one, If thou 'lt be kind, and make me blest. 5 One kiss from Chloe's lips, no more 6 But oh! my Chloe, beauteous maid! Wilt thou the wished 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 A LETTER TO THE HONOURABLE LADY MARGARET CAVENDISH My noble, lovely, little Peggy, Let this my first epistle beg ye, ye. 10 |