The children that he keeps, Giles swears are none Of his begetting; and so swears his Joan. In all affections she concurreth still: If now, with man and wife, to will and nill AN ENDLESS TASK. WHO seeks to please all mer. each way, He may begin his work to day, But God knows when he'll end. ON COLLEY CIBBER. WHO worst writes epigrams, and be-odes the year, I hop'd his godship then would not be sorry at, INSCRIPTION FOR A STATUE OF CUPID. WHOE'ER thou art, thy master see! ON MARRIAGE. WHOEVER seals the marriage vow, NO TIME LOST. WHY all this stir, at Myra's house? THE FRUGAL VIRTUOSO. WHY does our friend thus fill his house, Who, 'tis well known, ne'er car'd a louse Must I then name the cause? I will; ON THE DUCHESS OF GORDON Telling the Hon. H. Erskine that she would not live in a certain place because it was dull. WHY don't your Grace, said Erskine, still reside With us, in George's Square, our joy and pride? Won't you return? No, no, replied her Grace, I do not like it-'tis a vile dull place. That is, quoth he, as if the Sun should say, "A vile dark morning this-I will not rise to day." AGAINST AN EVERLASTING REPEATER FROM MARTIAL, LIB. IV. EPIG. 81. ON A GENTLEMAN'S DRINKING TO THE HEALTH WHY dost thou wish that she may live, Q Thou would'st more wisely wish her kind, TO MARCUS. FROM THE LATIN OF OWEN. WHY durst you offer Marcus to aver Nature abhorr'd a vacuum? confer FROM THE GREEK. WHY, foolish painter, give those wings to Love? FROM GUARINE. WHY frowns my fair? The mighty bliss THE QUESTION ANSWERED. WHY is a handsome wife ador'd But view them litter'd on the floor, With Lorrain's duke, and prince of Greece. ON SEEING ONE BACON IN THE WHY so relentless do you pelt With all the force you can, As if your heart no pity felt For the unhappy man. The thrower smil'd, "Why, Sir," said he, And thinks that Bacon best would be, ON A LADY WHO WAS OFFENDED AT BEING LEFT ALONE WITH A GENTLEMAN. WHY then that blush! allay that needless fear; Mistaken maid-no ravisher is near! When thou art next in danger, ask thy glass, UPON AULUS. FROM OWEN. WHY were you made a knight? because the more But you mistook yourself, Sir Aulus, she THE MEDDLER. "WILL and Hal love their bottle." Well, Prattle, why not? Drink as much as they can, 'twill not make you a sot. "Phil's purse has fin'd deep for illicit amours." Well, Prattle, the damage is Philip's, not yours. "Surface revels all night, and sleeps out half the day." Well, Prattle, his pranks will not turn your head grey. "Charles, ruin'd by gambling, begs alms to sub sist." Well, Prattle, subscribe or withhold as you list. cern: None will lend you a doit, and you've no means to earu. Your wife's ever drunk, Prattle; that concerns you. Miss Prattle your daughter's with child-and that too. I could preach thus a week, did my taste so incline; But, Prattle, your scrapes are no business of mine. ON A PERSON WHO KEPT A COACH IN WILL'S horses, with Elijah's may compare, TULLY'S HEAD. WILL and John at a plumber's once happen'd to stop, Where a Tully's head stood in the front of the shop; Will cries out, "Oh dear that I had such a head." You have, replies John, for behold it is lead.' |