(At CORTICELLI's he the raffle won,
There firft his paffion was in publick shown:
HAZARDIA blush'd, and turn'd her head afide,

Her rival's envy all in vain to hide)

This fnuff-box-on the hinge fee diamonds shine-
This fnuff-box will I ftake, the prize is mine.
CARDELIA.

Alas! far fmaller loffes than I bear,
Have made a foldier figh, a lover swear:
But oh! what makes the disappointment hard,
'Twas my own lord who drew the fatal card!
In complaifance I took the queen he gave,
Tho' my own fecret wish was for the knave:
The knave won Son ecart that I had chose,
And the next pull my Septleva I lose.

SMILINDA.

But ah! what aggravates the killing smart,
The cruel thought that stabs me to the heart,
This curs'd OMBRELIA, this undoing fair,
By whofe vile arts this heavy grief I bear,
She at whofe name I fhed thefe fpiteful tears,
She owes to me the very charms the wears:
An aukward thing when first she came to town,
Her shape unfashion'd, and her face unknown.
She was my friend, I taught her firft to spread
Upon her fallow cheeks enlivening red ;
I introduc'd her to the park and plays,
And by my int'reft COSINS made her stays.

Un

Ungrateful wretch! with mimick airs grown pert,
She dares to steal my favourite lover's heart.
CARDELIA.

Wretch that I was! how often have I fwore,
When WINNALL tallied, I would punt no more!
I know the bite, yet to my ruin run,
And fee the folly which I cannot shun.
SMILINDA.

How many maids have SHARPER'S vows deceiv'd !
How many curs'd the moment they believ'd!
Yet his known falfhood could no warning prove :
Ah! what are warnings to a maid in love!
CARDELIA.

But of what marble muft that breaft be form'd, To gaze on Baffette, and remain unwarm'd ? When kings, queens, knaves, are fet in decent rank, Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting bank, Guineas, half-guineas, all the fhining train, The winner's pleasure and the lofer's pain? In bright confufion open rouleaus lie, They ftrike the foul, and glitter in the eye; Fir'd by the fight, all reason I difdain, My paffions rife, and will not bear the rein: Look upon Baffette, you who reafon boast, And see if reason may not there be lost.

SMILINDA.

What more than marble must that breast compose,

That liftens coldly to my SHARPER'S VOWS!

Then

Then when he trembles, when his blushes rife,
When aweful love feems melting in his eyes!
With eager
beats his Mechlin cravat moves;
He loves, I whisper to myself, he loves!
Such unfeign'd paffion in his look appears,
I lofe all mem'ry of my former fears;
My panting heart confeffes all his charms;
I yield at once, and fink into his arms.
Think of that moment, you who prudence boast!
For fuch a moment, prudence well were loft.
CARDELIA.

At the groom-porter's, batter'd bullies play;
Some dukes at Marybon bowl time away!
But who the bowl or rattling dice compares
To Baffette's heavenly joys and pleafing cares?
SMILINDA.

Soft SIMPLICETTA doats upon a beau;
PRUDINA likes a man, and laughs at show:
Their feveral graces in my SHARPER meet;
Strong as the footman, as the master sweet.

LOVEIT.

Ceafe your contention, which has been too long,
I grow impatient, and the tea grows strong:
Attend, and yield to what I now decide.
The equipage fhall grace SMILINDA's fide;
The fnuff-box to CARDELIA I decree;
So leave complaining, and begin your tea.

VOL. I.

G

FRIDAY.

FRIDA Y.

The TOILETTE.

LYDIA.

OW twenty fprings had cloth'd the park with green, Since LYDIA knew the blossoms of fifteen ; No lovers now her morning hours moleft;

And catch her at her toilette half undrest.

The thund'ring knocker wakes the street no more,
No chairs, no coaches crowd the filent door;
Nor at the windows all her mornings pass,
Or at the dumb devotion of her glass :
Reclin❜d upon her arm she penfive fate,
And curs'd th' inconftancy of man too late.

"Oh youth! O spring of life for ever loft! "No more my name shall reign the fav'rite toast; "On glass no more the diamond grave my name, "And lines mif-spelt record my lover's flame : "Nor fhall fide-boxes watch my wand'ring eyes, "And, as they catch the glance, in rows arife "With humble bows; nor white-glov'd beaus encroach "In crowds behind, to guard me to my coach. "What shall I do to spend the hateful day? "At chapel fhall I wear the morn away? "Who there appears at these unmodifh hours, "But ancient matrons with their frizled tow'rs,

"And

"And grey religious maids ? my presence there
"Amidst that fober train, would own defpair;
"Nor am I yet fo old, nor is my glance
66 As yet fix'd wholly on devotion's trance.
"Strait then I'll drefs, and take my wonted range
"Thro' India fhops, to Motteux's, or the Change,
"Where the tall jar erects its stately pride,

"With antick shapes in China's azure dy'd ;
"There carelefs lies a rich brocade unroll'd,
"Here fhines a cabinet with burnifh'd gold.
"But then, alas! I must be forc'd to pay,
"And bring no penn'orths, not a fan away!
"How am I curs'd, unhappy and forlorn!
"My lover's triumph, and my fex's fcorn!
"Falfe is the pompous grief of youthful heirs ;
"False are the loofe coquet's inveigling airs;
"False is the crafty courtier's plighted word;
"Falfe are the dice, when gamefters ftamp the board;
"Falfe is the sprightly widow's publick tear;
"Yet these to DAMON's Oaths are all fincere.

"For what young flirt, base man, am I abus'd ? "To please your wife am I unkindly us❜d? " 'Tis true, her face may boaft the peach's bloom; "But does her nearer whisper breathe perfume? "I own her taper fhape is form'd to please ; "But don't you fee her unconfin'd by stays? "She doubly to fifteen may claim pretence;

"Alike we read it in her face and fenfe.