Fair to no purpose, artful to no end;

Young without lovers, old without a friend ;
A fop their paffion, but their prize a fot;
Alive, ridiculous; and dead, forgot!

LET joy, or eafe, let affluence, or content,
And the gay confcience of a life well spent,
Calm ev'ry thought, infpirit ev'ry grace,
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face;
Let day improve on day, and year on year,
Without a pain, a trouble, or a fear ;
Till death unfelt that tender frame destroy,
In fome foft dream, or ecftafy of joy,
Peaceful fleep out the fabbath of the tomb,
And wake to raptures in a life to come!

* SONG by a perfon of quality.

Said to my heart, between fleeping and waking, Thou wild thing, that always art leaping or aking, What black, brown, or fair, in what clime, in what nation,

By turns has not taught thee a pit—a—patation ?

Thus accus'd, the wild thing gave this fober reply: 5 See the heart without motion, tho' Celia pafs by! Not the beauty fhe has, or the wit that fhe borrows, Gives the eye any joys, or the heart any forrows.

When our Sappho appears, she whofe wit's fo refin'd, I am forc'd to applaud with the reft of mankind; 10 Whatever the fays, is with spirit and fire;

Ev'ry word I attend; but I only admire.

Prudentia as vainly would put in her claim,
Ever gazing on heav'n, tho' man is her aim:

'Tis love, not devotion, that turns up her eyes; Those stars of this world are too good for the skies.

But Cloe fo lively, so easy, so fair,

Her wit fo genteel, without art, without care;
When she comes in my way, the motion, the pain,
The leapings, the akings, return all again.

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O wonderful creature! a woman of reafon !
Never grave out of pride, never gay out of season !.
When so easy to guefs who this angel should be,
Would one think Mrs Howard ne'er dream'd it was she?

*BAL L A D.

OF all the girls that e'er were seen,

There's none fo fine as Nelly,

For charming face, and shape, and mien,
And what's not fit to tell ye.

Oh! the turn'd neck and fmooth white skin

Of lovely dearest Nelly!

The ladies were with rage provok'd

To fee her fo refpected:

The men look'd arch, as Nelly ftrok'd,
And pufs her tail erected.

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But not a man did look employ,

Except on pretty Nelly:

Then faid the Duke de Villeroy,
Abl qu'elle eft bien jolie!

But who's that grave philofopher
That carefully looks at'er?
By his concern it should appear,
The fair one is his daughter.
Ma foy! (quoth then a courtier fly),
He on his child does leer too :
I wish he has no mind to try

What fome pappas will here do.

The courtiers all with one accord,

Broke out in Nelly's praises, Admir'd her role, and lys fans farde,

(Which are your termes Françoifes). Then might you see a painted ring Of dames that ftood by Nelly; She like the pride of all the fpring, And they like fleurs de palais.

In Marli's gardens, and St Clou,

I saw this charming Nelly,

Where fhameless nymphs, expos'd to view,

Stand naked in each alley:

But Venus had a brazen face,

Both at Verfailles and Meudon,

Or else she had refign'd her place,
And left the stone the stood on.

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Were Nelly's figure mounted there, "Twould put down all th' Italian:

Lord! how thofe foreigners would stare!
But I fhould turn Pygmalion:

For spite of lips, and eyes, and mien,

Me nothing can delight fo,
As does that part that lies between

Her left toe and her right toe.

*O DE, FOR

MUSIC.

On the LONGITUDE.

RECITATIVO.

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*EPIGRAM on the feuds about

HANDEL and BONONCINI.

STRANGE! all this difference should be

'Twixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee !

On

* On MRS T OF T S.

O bright is thy beauty, fo charming thy fong,

along :

But fuch is thy av'rice, and fuch is thy pride,

That the beasts must have stary'd, and the poet have

dy'd.

TWO OR

THREE;

OR,

A Receipt to make a CUCKOLD.

WO or three vifits, and two or three bows,

Two

Two or three civil things, two or three vows,
Two or three kiffes, with two or three fighs,
Two or three Fefufes and let me dies.

Two or three squeezes, and two or three towzes, 5
With two or three thousand pound loft at their
houses,

Can never fail cuckolding two or three spouses.

* On a LADY who pt at the tragedy of CATO; occafioned by an epigram on a Lady who wept at it.

WH

HILE maudlin Whigs deplor'd their Cato's fate, Still with dry eyes the Tory Celia fate: But, while her pride forbids her tears to flow, The gushing waters find a vent below: Tho' fecret, yet with copious grief she mourns, Like twenty river-gods with all their urns.

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