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Thus vanish sceptres, coronets, and balls,
So when you slave, at some dear idle time,
The basset-table spread, the tallier come;
Ah, madam, since my SHARPER is untrue,
the listening fair
Is this the cause of your romantic strains ?
A lover lost, is but a common care: And prudent nymphs against that change preparo: The KNAVE OF CLUBS thrice lost ! Oh! who could guess This fatal stroke, this unforeseen distress ?
See BETTY LOVET! very d-propos,
Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want some tea.
Behold this equipage, by Mathers wrought,
This snuff-box-once the pledge of SHARPER's love, When rival beauties for the present strove; At Corticelli's he the raffle won; Then first his passion was in public shown: HAZARDIA blush'd, and turn'd her head aside, A rival's envy (all in vain) to hide. This snuf-box-on the hinge see brilliants shine: This snuff-box will I stake; the prize is mine.
Alas ! far lesser losses than I bear,
In complaisance, I took the queen he gave
But ah! what aggravates the killing smart, The cruel thought, that stabs me to the heart; This cursed OMBRELIA, this undoing fair, By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear; She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears, She owes to me the very charms she wears. An awkward thing, when first she came to town; Her shape unfashion'd, and her face unknown: She was my friend : I taught her first to spread Upon her sallow cheeks enlivening red: I introduced her to the park and plays; And by my interests, Cozens made her stays. Ungrateful wretch,, with mimic airs grown pert, She dares to steal my fav'rite lover's heart.
Wretch that I was, bow often have I swore,
How many maids have SHARPER'S vows deceived ? How many cursed the moment they believed ? Yet his known falsehoods could no warning prove : Ah! what is warning to a maid in love ?
But of what marble must that breast be form’d, To gaze on Basset, and remain unwarm'd ? When kings, queens, knaves, are set in decent rank; Exposed in glorious heaps the tempting bank, Guineas, half-guineas, all the shining train, The winner's pleasure, and the loser's pain: In bright confusion open rouleaus lie, They strike the soul, and glitter in the eye.
Fired by the sight, all reason I disdain;
What more than marble must that heart compose Can hearken coldly to my SHARPER'S vows ? Then, when he trembles ! when his blushes rise ! When awful 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 looks appears, I lose all memory of my former fears; My panting heart confesses all his charms, I yield at once, and sink into his arms: Think of that moment, you who prudence boast; For such a moment, prudence well were lost.
At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd bullies play, Some DUKES at Mary-bone bowl time away. But who the bowl or rattling dice compares To Basset'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.
Cease your contention, which has been too long; I grow impatient, and the tea's too strong. Attend and yield to what I now decide; The equipage shall grace SMILINDA's side; The snuf-box to CARDELIA I decree, Now leave complaining, and begin your tea.
VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU.
Un jour, dit un auteur, etc.
ANSWER TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION
OF MRS. HOW.
'Tis a beldam,
OCCASIONED BY SOME VERSES OF HIS GRACE
THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
MUSE, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends,