I trust, by art and more polite address,
You fairer advocates met more fuccefs;
And not a man compaffion's cause withstood,
When beauty pleaded for fuch general good.

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MARTIAL, Book IV. Ep. 87.
Ou'dft thou, by Attic tafte approv'd,
By all be read, by all be lov'd,

To learned Harris' curious eye,
By me advis'd, dear Mufe, apply :
In him the perfect judge you'll find,

In him the candid friend, and kind.
If he repeats, if he approves,

If he the laughing muscles moves,
Thou nor the critic's fneer fhal'ft mind,
Nor be to pies or trunks confign'd.
If he condemns, away you fly,

And mount in paper kites the sky,

Or dead 'mongst Grub-street's records lye.

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Book I. Ep. 11.

Curmudgeon the rich widow courts,
Nor lovely fhe, nor made for sports;
'Tis to Curmudgeon charm enough,
That she has got a church-yard cough.

Book III. Ep. 43.

Before a fwan, behind a crow,

Such felf-deceit ne'er did I know.

Ah! cease your arts. death knows you're grey,
And spite of all, will keep his day.

Book IV. Ep. 78.

With lace bedizen'd comes the man,
And I must dine with lady Anne.

A filver fervice loads the board,

Of eatables a flender hoard.

"Your pride, and not your victuals fpare;

“I came to dine, and not to ftare.

Book VII. Ep. 75.

When dukes in town ask thee to dine,
To rule their roast, and smack their wine;

Or

Or take thee to their country-feat,

To make their dogs, and bless their meat ;
--> dream not on preferment soon,

Thou'rt not their friend, but their buffoon.

Book VIII. Ep. 35.

Alike in temper and in life,

A drunken husband, fottish wife,

She a fcold, a bully he,

The devil's in't, they don't agree.

Book XII. Ep. 23.

Your teeth from Hemmet, and your hair from Bolney, Was not an eye too to be had for money?

Book XII. Ep. 30.

Ned is a fober fellow, they pretend

Such wou'd I have my coachman, not my friend.

BOOK XII. Ep 103.

You fell your wife's rich jewels, lace, and cloaths;

The price once pay'd, away the purchase goes:
But she a better bargain proves, I'm told;

Still fold returns, and still is to be sold.

Book I. Ep. 40.

Is there, t'enroll amongst the friendly few,
Whose names pure faith and ancient fame renew?

Is there, enrich'd with Virtue's honest store,
Deep vers'd in Latian and Athenian lore?
Is there, who right maintains and truth pursues,
Nor knows a wifh that heaven can refufe?
Is there, who can on his great felf depend?
Now let me die, but Harris is this friend.

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A very gallant Copy of VERSES, (but fomewhat filly) upon the Ladies, and their fine Cloaths at a Ball.

H

By Mr. W. TAYLOR.

APPY the worms, that spun their lives away,
T'enrich the splendour of this glorious day!
Well pleas'd these gen'rous foreigners expire,
A facrifice to Beauty's general fire.

Oh! had they feen, with what fuperior grace
Beauty here triumphs in each lovely face,
Their am'rous flames had their own work betray'd,
And burn'd the web their curious art had made!

Another

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Another on the fame Subject, written with more Judgment, but fewer good Manners.

By the Same.

TOW ftrangely doth the pow'r of cuftom rule,

HOW

And prejudice our wifeft thoughts controul !
How does one country with contempt deride
What other nations count their chiefest pride!
Our European ladies think they're fine,
When in the entrails of a worm they shine;
Yet laugh to fee conceited Hottentots
Grow vain, tho' fhining in far nobler guts.
In tu.gid pomp their ftrutting limbs are deck'd,
And unctuous fplendours from their robes reflect:
The balmy glofs, which on the furface fhines,
Regales the smell, and fmooths the ladies' fkins.
Richly, yet wifely drefs'd! for of the coft
They fuffer not a remnant to be loft;
But eat each tatter, as it wears away,

And fup upon the fragments of the day.

Frugal of time, at once they' undrefs and feed,
Gnaw off their cloaths, and put themselves to bed,
Their wedding garments prove their wedding feasts,
And the bride's fin'ry entertains the guests;

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