XXXVIII. SAMPSON IMITATED. Jack, eating rotten cheese, did say, XXXIX. THE RATIONAL REQUEST. Give me, great monarch, pounds five-score, XL. ON ***, POEt and cutler. Vulcan, they say, made mighty arms for Mars, (Cuckolds are kind) but he ne'er made a verse: Apollo he made verses, but in's life, I never heard that e'er he made a knife. Now *** does all that both these gods could do, Hammers out verses, and hard iron too. XLI. TO A LADY WHO VALUED HERSELF FOR HER SINCERITY. Well you sincerity display A virtue wondrous rare! Nor value, tho' the world should say To be sincere, then, give me leave, Since you but this one virtue have, XLII. TO A LADY, WITH A PRESENT OF FRUIT. Tho' the plumb, and the peach, with Apollo conspire, To present you their softness, and sweetness, and fire, Their aid is in vain; for what can they do, But blush, and confess themselves vanquish'd in you? 20 Where virtue and wit with such qualities blend XLIII. TO VALGIUS, REFUSING TO SUP WITH ME. Valgius, the gen'rous, and the wise, "He can't, in conscience, sup or dine, With one whose income's small as mine." Ye pow'rs! believe me when I vow XLIV. THE MYSTERY EXPLAINED. Ancient Phyllis has new graces; 'Tis a strange thing, but a true one; Shall I tell you how? She herself makes her own faces, And each morning wears a new one, Where's the wonder now? XLV. THE WITTY WANTON. Cry'd Strephon panting in Cosmelia's arms, I die, bright nymph, I die amidst your charms! "Alas! cheer up, poor youth," said she, Dissolv'd in amorous pain, "All flesh must die, by Fate's decree, "Ere it can rise again." XLVI. OBLIGATION CANCELLED. To John I ow'd great obligation, To publish it to all the nation: Sure John and I are more than quit. XLVII. THE ORIGIN OF RANK. That all from Adam first begun, Sure none but ***** doubts; And that his son and his son's son, XLVIII. BOTH RIGHT. Says Richard to Joe, thou'rt a very sad dog, XLIX. A STRIKING SIMILE. Chloe, a jilt while in her prime, The vainest, ficklest thing alive, |