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"Here Betty', let me take my Drops,
"And feel my Pulfe, I know it stops:

This Head of mine, Lord, how it swim! "And such a Pain in all my Limbs ! Dear Madam, try to take a Nap--But now they hear a Foot-Man's Rap "Go, run, and Light the Ladies up: "It must be One before we Sup."

The Table, Cards, and Counters fet,
And all the Gamefter-Ladies met,
Her Spleen and Fits recover'd quite,
Our Madam can fit up all Night.
"Whoever comes I'm not within---
Quadrill's the Word, and fo begin.

How can the Mufe her Aid impart,
Unskill'd in all the Terms of Art ?
Or in harmonious Numbers put
The Deal, the Shuffle, and the Cut?
All the fuperfluous Whims relate,
That fill a Female Gamester's Pate ?
What Agony of Soul fhe feels

To fee a Knave's inverted Heels?
She draws up Card by Card, to find
Good Fortune peeping from behind;
With panting Heart, and earneft Eyes,
In hope to fee Spadillo rife :

In vain, alas, her Hope is fed!
She draws an Ace, and fees it red
In ready Counters never pays,

But pawns her Snuff-box, Rings, and Keys,
Ever with fome new Fancy ftruck,

Tries twenty Charins to mend her Luck.

** This

"This Morning, when the Parfon came, "I faid I fhould not win a Game.

This odious Chair, how came I ftuck in't? "I think I never had good Luck in't. "I'm fo uneafy in my Stays; "Your Fan a Moment, if you please. "Stand further Girl, or get you gone, I always lofe when you look on.” Lord, Madam, you have loft Codill: I never faw you play fo ill.

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Nay, Madam, give me leave to fay,
'Twas you, that threw the Game away;
"When Lady Tricky play'd a Four
"You took it with a Matadore.

* I saw you touch your Wedding-Ring
Before my Lady call'd a King.
"You spoke a Word began with H,
"And I know whom you meant to teach,
"Because you held the King of Hearts :
"Fie, Madam, leave thefe little Arts."
That's not so bad, as one that rubs
Her Chair to call the King of Clubs,
And makes her Part'ner understand
A. Matadore is in her Hand.

"Madam, you have no Cause to flounce;
"I fwear I faw you thrice renounce.
And truly, Madam, I know when
Instead of Five you fcor'd me Ten.
Spadillo here has got a Mark,
A Child may know it in the Dark:
I guess the Hand; it feldom fails;

I wish fome Folks would pare their Nails.
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While thus they rail, and scold and storm,
It paffes but for common Form :
Molt confcious that they all speak true,
And give each other but their Due;
It never interrupts the Game,
Or makes 'em sensible of Shame.
The Time too precious now to waste,
And Supper gobbled up in haste,
Again a-fresh to Cards they run,
As if they had but just begun :
Yet fhall I not again repeat

How oft they Squabble, Snarl and Cheat.
At laft they hear the Watchman knock,
A Frofty Morn---Paft Four a-Clock.
The Chairmen are not to be found;
"Come, let us play the t'other Round.
Now, all in hafte they huddle on

Their Hoods, their Cloaks, and get them

gone;

But firft the Winner muft invite
The Company to-morrow Night.
Unlucky Madam left in Tears,
Who now again Quadrill forfwears,
With empty Purfe, and aching Head,
Steals to her fleeping Spouse to Bed.

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The Country Life.

HALIA tell in fober Lays,
How George, Nim, Dan, Dean pass
their Days.

Begin, my Mufe: Firft from our Bow'rs
We illue forth at diff'rent Hours:
At feven, the Dean in Night-gown dreft
Goes round the House to wake the reft:
At nine, grave Nim and George facetious
Go to the Dean to read Lucretius:
At ten, my Lady comes and hectors,
And kiffes George, and ends our Lectures;
And when he has him by the Neck fast,
Hauls him, and fcolds us down to Break fast.
We fquander there an Hour or more,
And then all Hands, Boys, to the Oar;
All, Heterofil Dan except,

Who neither Time, nor Order kept,
But by peculiar Whimsies drawn,
Peeps in the Ponds to look for Spawn,
O'erfees the Work, or Dragon *rows,
Or spoils a Text, or mends his Hofe;
Or---but proceed we in our Journal---
At two, or after, we return all.
From the four Elements affembling,

Warn'd by the Bell, all Folks come trembling;

*My Lord's Boat.

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From

From airy Garrets some descend,
Some from the Lake's remoteft End:
My Lord and Dean the Fire forfake;
Dan leaves the Earthly Spade and Rake:
The Loit'rers quake, no Corner hides them,
And Lady Betty foundly chides them.
Now Water's brought, and Dinner's done :
With Church and King the Lady's gone:
(Not reck'ning half an Hour we pafs
In talking o'er a moderate Glafs.)
Dan growing drowsy, like a Thief,
Steals off to dofe away his Beef,

And this must pafs for reading Hammond---
While George and Dean go to Back-Gam

mon.

George, Nim, and Dean fet out at four,
And then again, Boys, to the Oar,
But when the Sun goes to the Deep,
(Not to disturb him in his Sleep,
Or make a Rumbling o'er his Head,
His Candle out, and He a-bed)
We watch his Motions to a Minute,
And leave the Flood, when he goes in it.
Now ftinted in the short'ning Day,
We go to Pray'rs, and then to play,
Till Supper comes; and after that,
We fit an Hour to drink and chat.
Tis late---the old and younger Pairs,
By * Adam lighted, walk up Stairs.

* The Footman.

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