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While you, and ev'ry courtly fop,
Your pilf’ring lord with simple pride
When all such dogs have had their days,
See Bounce, like Berecynthia, crown'd
Jn's hungry breed):
• Alii legunt Harvequinis.
My eldest born resides not far,
That two my
Nobles whom arms or arts adorn, Wait for
infants yet unborn. None but a peer of wit and grace Cån hope a
tallest sons might grace,
or two ;
Then Bounce ('tis all that Bounce can crave) Shail wag
her tail within the grave.
* On the Counters of BURLINGTON
cutting PAPER. PALLAS grew vap'rish once and odd ;
She would not do the least right thing, Either for goddess or for god,
Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor fing.
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Pop-zon lereil'd at his head :
cluding, that another shot
Jove frown'd, and " Use" (he cry'd) “ those eyes
“ So skilful, and those hands fo taper ; " Do something exquisite and wise".
She bow'd, obey'd him, and cut paper. This vexing him who gave her birth,
Thought by all heav'n a burning shame, What does she next, but bids on earth
Her Burlington do just the fame?
Pallas, you give yourself strange airs ;
But sure you'll find it hard to spoil The sense and taste of one that bears
The name of Savile and of Boyle.
Alas! one bad example shown,
How quickly all the sex pursue !
Between John Overton and you.
* On a certain LADY at court.
(Envy, be filent, and attend!) I know a reasonable woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a friend,
Not warp'd by passion, aw'd by rumour!
Not grave thro' pride, or gay thro' folly; An equal mixture of good humour,
And fenfible soft melancholy.
Yes, she has one, I must aver :
The woman's deaf, and does not hear.