As Doris at her toilette's duty

Sat meditating on her beauty,
She now was pensive, now was gay,
And lull'd the sultry hours away.

As thus in indolence she lies,
A giddy Wasp around her flies;
He now advances, now retires,
Now to her neck and cheek aspires;
Her fan in vain defends her charms,
Swift he returns, again alarms;
For, by repulse, he bolder grew,
Perch'd on her lip, and sipt the dew.

She frowns, she frets: «< good Gods! she cries,
Protect me from the teazing flies!

>> Of all the plagues that heav'n has sent, » A Wasp is most impertinent.

The hov❜ring insect thus complain'd:

« Am I, then, slighted, scorn'd, disdain'd? >> Can such offence your anger wake? » Twas beauty caus'd the bold mistake. >> Those cherry lips that breathe perfume, >> That cheek so ripe with youthful bloom, >> Make me with strong desire pursue » The fairest peach that ever grew.

» Strike not him, Jenny, Doris cries;

Réfléchissant sur sa beauté,

Doris était à sa toilette;

Tour à tour l'humeur, la gaîté,
Balottaient la jeune coquette.

Un étourdi de moucheron
Arrive alors à tire-d'aile;

Sur son cou, son nez, son menton,
Il presse, il attaque la belle ;

De l'éventail et de la main,
Cent fois on le repousse en vain.
Sur sa bouche, enfin, il se pose
Et suce ses lèvres de rose.

Doris frémit, se trouve mal,
S'écrie, en tirant la sonnette:

<< O ciel, venez, Marton, Lisette,

» Dit l'insecte, votre beauté

» A seule causé ma méprise: » Votre teint, des plus belles fleurs,' » A les parfums et les couleurs, » Et, sur cette bouche si fraiche,

» Je croyais sucer une pêche.

» Ah! ne l'écrasez pas,

Marton,

» Nor murder Wasps like vulgar flies:

>> For though he's free, to do him right,

The creature's civil and polite.

In ecstasies away he posts;

Where'er he comes, the favour boasts;
Brags how her sweetest tea he sips,
And shews the sugar on his lips.

The hint alarm'd the forward crew;
Sure of succes away they flew.
They share the dainties of the day
Round her with airy music play;
And now they flutter, now they rest ;
Now soar again, and skim her breast.
Nor were they banish'd, till she found
That Wasps have stings, and felt the wound.

» Grâce, grâce pour le coupable, » Dit Doris, car ce moucheron,

»

Quoiqu'un peu leste est fort aimable! » Mon indiscret, dès ce moment, Se vante, d'un air conquérant, De sucer tout ce qu'elle touche, De prendre son thé sur sa bouche.

Encouragé par ce succès,

Cent moucherons viennent près d'elle.
Chacun d'eux veut avoir accès,
Et chacun d'eux pique la belle.
Enfin voyant quelques boutons
Sur ses bras, son cou, sa figure,
Doris chassa les moucherons,
Hélas! quand elle fut trop sûre
Qu'ils avaient tous des aiguillons.

PERUSE

my leaves through ev'ry part,
And think thou seest my owner's heart
Scrawl'd o'er with trifles thus, and quite
As hard, as senseless, and as light;
Expos'd to ev'ry coxcomb's eyes,

But hid, with caution, from the wise.
Here you may read : Dear charming saint!
Beneath: A new receipt for paint.
In it in beau spelling: Tru tel deth!
There in her own: Far an el breth.
Here: Lovely nymph pronounce my
doom!
There A safe way to use perfume.
Here a page fill'd with billets-doux

:

On t'other side: Laid out for shoes.
Madam I die without your grace.
Item: For half a yard of lace.