Infipid, fervile thing! whom I disdain ! "Her phlegm can best support the marriage chain. "Damon is practis'd in the modish life ; "Can hate and yet be civil to his wife; "He games, he drinks, he fwears, he fights, he roves ; "Yet CLOE can believe he fondly loves. "Mistress and wife by turns fupply his need; "A mifs for pleasure, and a wife for breed. "Powder'd with diamonds, free from fpleen or care, "She can a fullen husband's humour bear; "Her credulous friendship, and her ftupid ease, "Have often been my jeft in happier days : "Now CLOE boasts and triumphs in my pains ; "To her he's faithful; 'tis to me he feigns. "Am I that ftupid thing to bear neglect, And force a smile, not daring to fufpect? "No, perjur'd man! a wife may be content, "But you fhall find a mistress can refent." Thus love-fick Lydia rav'd; her maid appears, And in her faithful hand the band-box bears; (The Ceftos that reform'd inconftant Jove Not better fill'd with what allur'd to love) "How well this ribband's glofs becomes your face!" She cries in rapture; "then, fo fweet a lace! "How charmingly you look! fo bright! fo fair! "'Tis to your eyes the head-drefs owes its air!" Strait LYDIA fmil'd; the comb adjufts her locks; And at the play-houfe, HARRY keeps her box. 1 SATUR SATURDAY. The SMALL-POX. FLAVIA. HE wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd, ΤΗ Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mind; A glafs revers'd in her right hand fhe bore, For now she shun'd the face she fought before. There was a time (oh! that I cou'd forget!) • With • With what contempt ye faw me oft despise The humble offer of the raffled prize; • For at the raffle still each prize I bore, With fcorn rejected, or with triumph wore. 'Now beauty's fled, and prefents are no more! For me the Patriot has the house forfook, ⚫ And left debates to catch a paffing look: For me the Soldier has foft verfes writ: For me the Beau has aim'd to be a wit. For me the Wit to nonfenfe was betray'd; The Gamefter has for me his punt delay'd, And overfeen the card he would have play'd. ⚫ The bold and haughty by fuccefs made vain, • Aw'd by my eyes, have trembled to complain : The bafhful 'Squire touch'd by a wifh unknown, Has dar'd to speak with spirit not his own: • Fir'd by one with, all did alike adore; 'Now beauty's fled, and lovers are no more! • As round the room I turn my weeping eyes, • New unaffected scenes of forrow rise. Far from my fight that killing picture bear, The face disfigure, and the canvas tear : That picture, which with pride I us'd to show, • The loft resemblance but upbraids me now. And thou, my toilette, where I oft have fate, While hours unheeded pafs'd in deep debate, How curls fhould fall, or where a patch to place; If blue or fcarlet beft became my face; } 'Now 6 Now on fome happier nymph your aid beftow; Beauty is fled, and dress is now no more. • Ye meaner beauties, I permit ye shine; Go, triumph in the hearts that once were mine; • But, 'midft your triumphs with confufion know, "Tis to my ruin all your charms ye owe. • Wou'd pitying heav'n restore my wonted mien, ⚫ Ye still might move unthought of and unfeen: But oh, how vain, how wretched is the boast Of beauty faded, and of empire loft! What now is left but weeping, to deplore Ye cruel chymifts, what with-held your aid! '(A golden-headed cane well carv'd he bore) 'Cordials, he cry'd, my fpirits must restore! Beauty is fled, and spirit is no more ! GALEN, the grave; officious SQUIRT was there, With fruitless grief and unavailing care : MACHAON too, the great MACHAON, known And why, he cry'd, this grief and this despair, • Believe my oath; (with that an oath he swore) Ceafe, hapless maid, no more thy tale purfue, Forfake mankind, and bid the world adieu! • Monarchs and beauties reign with equal fway; • All strive to ferve, and glory to obey : Alike unpitied when depos'd they grow Adieu! ye parks !—in some obfcure recefs, Plays, operas, circles, I no more must view! My toilette, patches, all the world adieu! The |