From the dear man unwilling the must sever,
Yet takes one kifs before the parts for ever:
Thus from the world fair Zephalinda flew,
Saw others happy, and with fighs withdrew;
Not that their pleasures caus'd her discontent,
She figh'd not that they stay'd, but that she went.

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She went, to plain-work, and to purling brooks,
Old-fashion'd halls, dull Aunts, and croaking rooks:
She went from Op'ra, Park, Affembly, Play,
To morning walks, and pray'rs three hours a day;
To part her time 'twixt reading and bohea,
To mufe, and fpill her folitary tea,

Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon,
Count the flow Clock, and dine exact at noon;
Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire,

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Hum half a tune, tell ftories to the fquire;

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Up to her godly garret after seven,

There starve and pray, for that's the way to heav'n. Some Squire, perhaps, you take delight to rack; Whose game is Whisk, whofe treat a toast in fack; Who vifits with a gun, presents you birds, 25 Then gives a finacking bufs, and cries,-No words! Or with his hound comes hollowing from the stable, Makes love with nods, and knees beneath a table; Whofe laughs are hearty, tho' his jefts are coarse, And loves you beft of all things-but his horfe.

In fome fair ev❜ning, on your elbow laid, You dream of Triumphs in the rural shade ; In penfive thought recall the fancy'd fcene, See Coronations rife on ev'ry green;

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Before you pass th' imaginary fights

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Of Lords, and Earls, and Dukes, and garter'd

Knights,

While the spread fan o'erfhades your closing eyes:
Then give one flirt, and all the vifion flies.
Thus vanish sceptres, coronets, and balls,
And leave you in lone woods, or empty

walls!

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So when your Slave, at fome dear idle time,
(Not plagu'd with head-achs, or the want of rhyme)
Stands in the ftreets, abstracted from the crew,
And while he feeins to study, thinks of you;
Juft when his fancy points your sprightly eyes,

Or fees the blush of foft Parthenia rise,
Gay pats my shoulder, and you vanish quite,
Streets, Chairs, and Coxcombs rush upon my fight;
Vex'd to be still in town, I knit my brow,

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BASSET-TABLE.

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ECLOGUE

CARDELIA. S MILIND A.

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CARDELIA.

HE Ballet-Table spread, the Tallier come; Why ftays SMILINDA in the Dreffing-Room! Rife, penfive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you:

SMILINDA.

Ah, Madam, fince my SHARPER is untrue,
I joyless make my once ador'd Alpeu.
I saw him ftand behind OMBRELIA's Chair,
And whisper with that foft, deluding air,

And thofe feign'd fighs which cheat the lift'ning Fair.

CARDELIA.

Is this the cause of your Romantic strains?
A mightier grief my heavy heart fuftains.
As You by Love, fo I by Fortune cross't;
One, one bad Deal, Three Septleva's have loft.

SMILIND A.

Is that the grief, which you compare with mine? With ease, the smiles of Fortune. I refign:

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Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone; 15 Were lovely SHARPER mine, and mine alone.

CAR DE LI A.

A Lover loft, is but a common care;

And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare: The KNAVE OF CLUBS thrice loft: Oh! who could

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This fatal stroke, this unforeseen Distress?

SMILIND A.

See BETTY LOVET! very a propos,
She all the cares of Love and Play does know:
Dear BETTY fhall th' important point decide;
BETTY, who oft the pain of each has try'd;
Impartial, she shall say who fuffers most
By Card's Ill Ulage, or by Lovers loft.

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LOVET.

Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Tho' Time is precious, and I want fome Tea.

CARD ELIA.

Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought, With Fifty Guineas (a great Pen'worth) bought, 30 See on the Tooth-pick, Mars and Cupid strive; And both the ftruggling figures feem alive. Upon the bottom shines the Queen's bright Face; A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble-Cafe. Jove, Jove himself, does on the Scizars shine; The Metal, and the Workmanship, divine!

SMILIND A..

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This Snuff-box,-once the pledge of SHARPER'S love,

When rival beauties for the Present ftrove;

At Corticelli's he the Raffle won;

Then firft his Paffion was in public shown:

HAZARDIA blush'd, and turn'd her head afide,

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A Rival's envy (all in vain) to hide.

This Snuff-Box, -on the Hinge fee Brilliants fhine: This Snuff-Box will I ftake; the Prize is mine.

CAR DE LI A.

Alas! far leffer loffes than I bear,

Have made a Soldier figh, a Lover swear.

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