N. B. The second or middle line is to be read with the first and third, as the following: Quos anguis dirus tristi de vulnere stravit, THE MAIDEN'S CHOICE. Genteel in personage, Noble by heritage, Generous and free; Brave, not romantic, Learn'd, not pedantic, Thus must he be. Honour maintaining, Engaging and new; But ever true. CHOICE OF A WIFE. FROM MARTIAL. Pray, would you know, if I should change my life, my wife! ON A DEFORMED OLD BAWD DESIGNING TO HAVE HER PICTURE DRAWN. Thy picture drawn! foul beldam, thine! And drives thee, on this wild design, For, whilst thy swarthy canker'd face They'll loath the fairest of the race, To some forlorn church-yard repair, Those ghosts, that struck with panic fear At thy approach will disappear, Fix thy effigies on the shield TO A LADY On having a Thorn run into her Foot. Oft have I heard the wisest sages say, WHAT'S WIT? 'Tis not what fops in their dear selves admire, THEATRICAL WIT. On the narrow escape of Wrench, the performer, from the houses falling in Exeter Street, and his performing Ernest, in "The Quartette," the same evening. Ben a patent for throwing off trouble has got; He jests upon evils the sharpest, the sternest; In Exeter Street, had he died on the spot, You would not have seen him this evening in Ernest! FATE OF A COQUET. Cloe, a coquet, in her prime, The vainest, ficklest thing alive, A MATRIMONIAL CASE. My lord and his lady scold, wrangle, and fight— He calls her a and she can't say he lies. THE TRUTH AT LAST. Said Hodge, in a rage, contradicting his wife, "You never yet told me one truth in your life!" Vex'd Fanny no way could this thesis allow,"You're a cuckold!” cried she; "do I tell the truth now?" SOLID WORTH IN A WIFE. When Loveless married Lady Jenny, ON A POSITIVE FELLOW. He's always in the right, I'll hold my tongue; CONTRADICTION. In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, TO CARD-PLAYERS. BY SWIFT. Stand further, girl, or get you gone,― Spadillo, here, has got a mark, I wish some folk would pare their nails! THE LAST DEBT! His last great debt is paid;-poor Tom's no more!- ON SEEING THE MESSRS. GRIEVE (THREE) ANNOUNCED IN THE COVENT-GARDEN BILL AS SCENE-PAINTERS TO THE THEATRE. Grieve! Grieve!! Grieve!!! says the Covent-Garden bill. The reader's eye, when these words chance to strike it, Looks for a tragedy, the soul to thrill, But finds the opening play-As you like it! A PAUL PRY. A modern Pry one day " dropp'd in," Hoped "no offence;" his friend replied, |