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In bright confusion open rouleaus lie,
They strike the soul, and glitter in the eye;
Fir'd by the fight, all reafon I disdain,
My passions rife, and will not bear the rein :
Look upon Baffette, you who reason boaft,
And see if reason may not there be loft.

What more than marble must that breast compose,
That liftens coldly to my SHARPER's vows !
Then when he trembles, when his blushes rife,
When aweful love seems melting in his eyes !
With eager beats his Mechlin cravat moves ;
He loves, I whisper to myself, he loves !
Such unfeign'd passion in his look appears,
I lose all mem'ry of my former fears;
My panting heart confeffes all his charms;..
I yield at once, and sink into his arms.
Think of that moment, you who prudence boaft !
For such a moment, prudence well were loft.

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 pleasing cares ?



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

Loveit. .
Cease your contention, which has been too long,
I grow impatient, and the tea grows strong :
Attend, and yield to what I now decide ;

dac; The equipage shall grace SMILINDA's side; The snuff-box to CARDELIA I decree ; So leave complaining, and begin your tea. 090*0000000000000069860060




N OW twenty springs 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,
Nor chairs, nor coaches crowd the silent door ;



Nor at the 'window all her mornings pass,
Or at the dumb devotion of her glass :
Reclin’d upon her arm she pensive fate,
And curs’d th’inconstancy 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 shall side-boxes watch my wand'ring eyes, “ And, as they catch the glance, in rows arise 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 shall I wear the morn away ? “ Who there appears at these unniodish hours, “But ancient matrons with their frizled tow'rs, “ And grey religious maids ? my presence there “ Amidst that sober train, would own despair ; “ Nor am I yet fo old, nor is my glance “ As yet fix'd wholly on devotion's trance. “Strait then I'll dress, and take my wonted range “ Through India shops, to Motteux's, or the Change “Where the tall jar erects its stately pride, “With antic shapes in China's azure dy'd;

“ There

“ There careless lies a rich brocade unrolld,
“ Here shines a cabinet with burnish'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 sex's scorn! “False is the pompous grief of youthful heirs ; “ False are the loose coquet's inveigling airs ; “False is the crafty courtier's plighted word ; “ False are the dice, when gamesters stamp the board; “False is the sprightly widow's public tear ; “ Yet these to Damon's oaths are all sincere.

“For what young flirt, base man, am I abus'd? “ To please your wife am I unkindly us’d ? “ 'Tis true, her face may boast the peach's bloom ; “ But does her nearer whisper breathe perfume ? " I own her taper shape is form’d to please; “But don't you see her unconfin’d by stays ? “She doubly to fifteen may claim pretence ; “ Alike we read it in her face and sense. “ 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;

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“ He games, he drinks, he swears, he fights, he roves; “ Yet Cloe can believe he fondly loves. : “ Mistress and wife by turns supply his need; “A miss for pleasure, and a wife for breed. “ Powder'd with diamonds, free from spleen or care, “ She can a fullen husband's humour bear; “ Her credulous friendship, and her stupid ease, “Have often been my jest in happier days: “Now Cloe boasts and triumphs in my pains ; “ To her he's faithful; 'tis to me he feigns. “ Am I that stupid thing to bear neglect, “ And force a smile, not daring to suspect ? “No, perjur'd man! a wife may be content, “But you shall find a mistress can resent."

Thus love-fick Lydia rav'd; her maid appears, And in her faithful hand the band-box bears ; (The Cestos that reform'd inconstant 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, so sweet a lace ! “How charmingly you look! so bright! so fair! “ 'Tis to your eyes the head-dress owes its air!” Strait Lydia smil’d; the comb adjusts her locks ; And at the play-hause Harry keeps her box.


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