Kitty's for other things design'd,
Or I am much mistaken,

IV.

Must Lady Jenny frisk about,
And visit with her cousins?

At balls must she make all the rout,
And bring home hearts by dozens?

V.

What has she better, pray, than I?
What hidden charms to boast,
That all mankind for her should die,
Whilst I am scarce a toast?

VI.

Dearest mamma, for once, let me
Unchain'd my fortune try:
I'll have my earl as well as she,
Or know the reason why.

VII.

I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score,
Make all her lovers fall:

They'll grieve I was not loos'd before;
She, I was loos'd at all.

VIII.

Fondness prevail'd, mamma gave way:

Kitty, at heart's desire,

Obtain'd the chariot for a day,

And set the world on fire,

HUMBLY ADDRESSED TO

SIR THOMAS FRANKLAND, brt. Postmaster and Paymaster-general to Queen Anne.

I.

WILL PIGGOT must to Coxwould go,

To live, alas! in want,

Unless Sir Thomas say No, no,

Th' allowance is too scant.

The gracious knight full well does weet
Ten farthings ne'er will do

To keep a man each day in meat;
Some bread to meat is due.

A Rechabite poor Will must live,
And drink of Adam's ale;
Pure element no life can give,
Or mortal soul regale.

IV.

Spare diet and spring-water clear
Physicians hold are good:

Who diets thus need never fear

A fever in the blood.

V.

Gra'mercy, Sirs, you're in the right;
Prescriptions all can sell,

But he that does not eat can't sh***

Or piss, if good drink fail.

VI.

But pass---the Esculapian crew,

Who eat and quaff the best, They seldom miss to bake and brew,

Or lin to break their fast.

VII.

Could Yorkshire tyke but do the same,
Then he like them might thrive;
But Fortune, Fortune, cruel dame,
To starve thou dost him drive.

VIII.

In Will's old master's plenteous days, His mem'ry e'er be blest!

What need of speaking in his praise? His goodness stands confest.

IX.

At his fam'd gate stood Charity,
In lovely sweet array;

Ceres and Hospitality

Dwelt there both night and day.

X.

But to conclude, and be concise,

Truth must Will's voucher be;
Truth never yet went in disguise,
For naked still is she,

ΧΙ.

There is but one, but one alone,
Can set the pilgrim free,

And make him cease to pine and moan;

O Frankland, it is thee!

Oh! let him in thy hall but stand,

And wear a porter's gown,

Duteous to what thou may'st command,
Thus William's wishes crown.

NONPAREIL.

I.

LET

ET others from the town retire,
And in the fields seek new delight;
My Phillis does such joys inspire
No other objects please my sight.

11.

In her alone I find whate'er

Beauties a country landscape grace;

No shade so lovely as her hair,
Nor plain so sweet as is her face.

III.

Lilies and roses there combine,

More beauteous than in flow'ry field; Transparent is her skin so fine,

To this each crystal stream must yield.

IV.

Her voice more sweet than warbling sound,
Tho' sung by nightingale or lark;
Her eyes such lustre dart around,
Compar'd to them the sun is dark,

Both light and vital heat they give,
Cherish'd by them my love takes root;
From her kind looks does life receive,

Grows a fair plant, bears flow'rs and fruit.

VI.

Such fruit I ween did once deceive
The common parent of mankind,
And made transgress our mother Eve,
Poison its core, tho' fair its rind,

Yet so delicious is its taste,

I cannot from the bait abstain,
But to th' inchanting pleasure haste,
Tho' I were sure 'twou'd end in pain.