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In bright confusion open rouleaus lie,
dac; The equipage shall grace SMILINDA's side; The snuff-box to CARDELIA I decree ; So leave complaining, and begin your tea. 090*0000000000000069860060
FRID A Y.
Since Lydia knew the blossoms of fifteen ;
Nor at the 'window all her mornings pass,
“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 careless lies a rich brocade unrolld,
“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;
“ 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.