Thought wondrous honeft, tho' of mean degree, In a tranflated Suit, then tries the Town, And in four Months a batter'd Harridan. 20 24 Now nothing left, but wither'd, pale, and shrunk, To bawd for others, and go shares with Punk. To Mr. JOHN MOORE, AUTHOR of the celebrated WoR MPOWDER. H WOW much, egregious Moore, are we Whate'er we think, whate'er we fee, Man is a very Worm by birth, That Woman is a Worm, we find E'er fince our Grandame's evil; She first convers'd with her own kind, That ancient Worm, the Devil. The Learn'd themfelves we Book-worms name, The Nymph whofe tail is all on fame, The Fops are painted Butterflies, That flutter for a day; Firft from a Worm they take their rife, And in a Worm decay. The Flatterer an Earwig grows; Thus Worms fuit all conditions; Mifers are Muck-worms, Silk-worms Beaus, And Death-watches Phyficians. That Statesmen have the Worm, is feen, By all their winding play; Their Confcience is a Worm within, Ah Moore! thy fkill were well employ'd, If thou could't make the Courtier void O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane, Our Fate thou only can'ft adjourn SONG, by a Person of Quality. F Written in the Year 1733. .I. Lutt'ring spread thy purple Pinions, I a Slave in thy Dominions; II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, See my weary Days confuming, III. Thus the Cyprian Goddefs weeping, IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious Numbers; V. Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors, VI. Mournful Cyprefs, verdant Willow, VI. Melancholy fmooth Meander, Swiftly purling in a Round, VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping,. Softly feeks her filent Mate, See the Bird of Juno stooping; Melody refigns to Fate." I. ... On a Certain LADY at COURT. I Know the thing that's most uncommon; I know a reasonable Woman, Handsome and witty, yet a Friend. Not warp'd by Paffion, aw'd by Rumour, "Has fhe no faults then (Envy fays) Sir?" When all the World confpires to praise her, |