Myfelf and daughters ftanding on a row, "To all the foreigners a goodly show!

"Oft had your drawing-room been fadly thin,

"And merchants' wives close by the chair been seen; "Had not I amply fill'd the empty space,

"And fav'd your highness from the dire difgrace.
"Yet COQUETILLA's artifice prevails,
"When all my merit and my duty fails:
"That COQUETILLA, whofe deluding airs
Corrupts our virgins, and our youth enfnares;
"So funk her character, so loft her fame,
"Scarce vifited before your highness came:
"Yet for the bed-chamber 'tis her you chufe,
"When Zeal and Fame and Virtue you refufe.
"Ah! worthy choice! not one of all your train
"Whom cenfure blafts not, and difhonours ftain.
"Let the nice hind now fuckle dirty pigs,

"And the proud pea-hen hatch the cuckoo's eggs!
"Let IRIS leave her paint and own her age,

66 And grave SUFFOLKA wed a giddy page!

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"A greater miracle is daily view'd,

"A virtuous princess with a court so lewd.

"I know thee, Court! with all thy treach❜rous wiles, "Thy falfe careffes and undoing fmiles!

"Ah! princess, learn'd in all the courtly arts "To cheat our hopes, and yet to gain our hearts! "Large lovely bribes are the great statesman's aim; "And the neglected patriot follows fame.

"The prince is ogled; fome the king purfue;

66 But your ROXANA only follows You.

Defpis'd ROXANA, ceafe, and try to find

"Some other, fince the princess proves unkind;
"Perhaps it is not hard to find at court,
If not a greater, a more firm fupport."

TUESDAY..

St. JAMES's Coffee-Houfe.

SILLIANDER and PATCH.

THOU, who fo many favours haft receiv'd,

Wond'rous to tell, and hard to be believ❜d,

Oh! HD, to my lays attention lend,

Hear how too lovers boastingly contend:
Like thee fuccefsful, fuch their bloomy youth,
Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth.

St. JAMES'S

St. JAMES's bell had toll'd fome wretches in, (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could fin)

The happier finners now their charms put out,
And to their manteaus their complexion fuit;
The opera queens had finished half their faces,
And city-dames already taken places;
Fops of all kinds, to fee the Lion, run;
The beauties stay till the first act's begun,
And beaux step home to put fresh linen on.
No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd,
But penfive PATCH, who on the window lean'd;
And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay,

First pick'd his teeth, and then began to fay.
SILLIANDER.

Why all these fighs; ah! why fo penfive grown?

Some cause there is why thus you fit alone.
Does hapless paffion all this forrow move?

Or doft thou envy where the ladies love?

PATCH.

If, whom they love, my envy must pursue, 'Tis true, at least, I never envy you.

SILLIANDER.

No, I'm unhappy-you are in the right-you they favour, and 'tis me they flight. G. 3

'Tis

Yet

Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast,
A club of ladies where 'tis me they toast,
PATCH.

Toasting does feldom any favour prove;
Like us, they never toaft the thing they love.
A certain duke one night my health begun;
With chearful pledges round the room it run,
'Till the young SYLVIA, press'd to drink it too,
Started and vow'd fhe knew not what to do:

What, drink a fellow's health! fhe dy'd with shame :
Yet blush'd whenever fhe pronounc'd my name.

SILLIANDER.

Ill fates purfue me, may I never find
The dice propitious, or the ladies kind,
If fair Mifs FLIPPY's fan I did not tear,

And one from me fhe condefcends to wear,
PATCH.

Women are always ready to receive;
'Tis then a favour when the fex will give.
A lady (but fhe is too great to name)
Beauteous in person, spotless in her fame,
With gentle strugglings let me force this ring;
Another day may give another thing,

SILLIANDER.

SILLIANDER.

I could say something-fee this billet-douxAnd as for presents-look upon my shoeThese buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft, But a young countess fondly made the gift.

PATCH.

My countess is more nice, more artful too,
Affects to fly, that I may fierce pursue :
This fnuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd,
And when I ftrove to fnatch it, feem'd to hide;
She laugh'd and fled, and as I fought to seize,
With affectation cram'd it down her stays;
Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen,

I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.
SILLIANDER.

Laft night, as I ftood ogling of her grace,
Drinking delicious poifon from her face,
The foft enchantress did that face decline,
Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ;
With fudden art fome fecret did pretend,
Lean'd cross two chairs to whifper to a friend,
While the stiff whalebone with the motion rofe,
And thousand beauties to my fight expose.