Tristan from hence would fain Example take
For honeft Quinault, his Difciple's Sake:
But this, alas! injuricus Fate deny'd,
For Trifan poorer than a Prophet dy'd.
To Quinault thus the Bard expiring fpoke,

My Wit I leave thee- But I have no Cloke."

LXVI.

ON Grace, Freewill, and Myft'ries high,

Two Wits harangu'd the Table;

B-ly believes he knows not why,
N- fwears 'tis all a Fable.
Peace, Idiots, peace! and.both agree,
N- kifs thy empty Brother;
Religion laughs at Foes like thee,
But dreads a Friend like t'other,

LXVII.

CLOB
LOE her Goffips entertains

With Stories of her Childbed Pains
And fiercely against Hymen rails;

But Hymen's not fo much to blame; She knows, unless her Mem'ry fails, Ere wedded the had much the fame.

LXVIII.

The Hon. Mrs. Moni

In Anfwer to a Challenge..

"TIS not the Fear of Death, nor Smart,
Makes me averfe to fight;

But to preferve a tender Heart,
Not mine, but Calia's Right.
Then let your Fury be fuppreft,
Not me, but Calia pare

Your Sword is welcome to my Breast,
Whenever she's not there.

LXIX. Pox

LXIX.

OX on't, quoth Time to * Thomas Hearne,

-Whatever I forget, you learn.

*The Antiquarian.

WH

LXX.

WHEN the Seals were deliver'd to Macclesfield's
Charge,

Each God, for approving, gave Reasons at large:
But Apollo excepted; and fad fo much Wit,

With fuch Eloquence join'd, for that Charge was unfit :
Left the injur'd who at his Tribunal appear'd,

And put in their Complaints with Intent to be heard,
Shou'd feed on the Honey that dropt from his Ton ue,
And charm'd by his fpeaking, forget their own Wrong.
Minerva then added; His Prudence is fuch,

As not to indulge his own Judgment too much;
And whoe'er he confults I clearly forefee,

Must be some who know lefs of the Matter than he ;
Old Authors, for Inftance;. - Thus men fhall bemoan,
That he fuch Opinions prefers to his own.

Jove heard; and thus calmly deliver'd his Thoughts,
No Man is more guilty of these and fuch Faults;
Yet ftill to this Man let the Office be given;

He fhall fhew them how Juftice is practis'd in Heaven.

FA

LXXI.

ALSE though fhe be to me and Love,
I'll ne'er purfue Revenge:

For ftill the Charmer I approve,

Tho' I deplore her Change.

In Hours of Blifs we oft have met;
They could not always laft:

And though the prefent I regret,
I'm thankful for the past.

P

LXXII.

ALE Faces, stand by, and our bright, ones adore ;
We look like our Wine, and you worse than our

Score;

Come,

Come, let's light up our Pimples; all Art we outfhine,
When the jolly God paints, then each Stroke is divine;
Clean Glaffes, our Pencils; old Claret, our Oil;
He that fits for his Picture must sit a good while.

LXXIII.

Dr. ALDRICK's five Reasons for Drinking. GOOD Wine; a Friend; or, being dry;

Or, left we should be by and by;

Or, any other Reason why.

H

LXXIV.

Jealoufy.

OW much are they deceiv'd who vainly strive By jealous Fears to keep our Flames alive! Love's like a Torch, which if fecur'd from Blafts Will faintlier burn; but then it longer lafts, Expos'd to Storms of Jealoufy, and Doubt, The Storm grows greater, but 'tis fooner out.

LXXV.

AMORET.

COQUET and coy at once her Air,

W. WALSH.

Both ftudy'd, tho' both feem neglected;

Careless she is with artful Care,

Affecting to feem unaffected.

With Skill her Eyes dart ev'ry Glance,

Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er fufpect 'em ; For fhe'd perfuade they wound by Chance, Tho' certain Aim and Art direct them.

She likes herself, yet others hates

For that which in herself she prizes; And, while fhe laughs at them, forgets She is the Thing that the defpifes.

W. CONGREVE.

LXXVI. The

WELL

LXXVI.

The Execration.

ELL then! fince deaf to all I've faid,
You're coy as at the first,

Die with the Odium of a Maid;
Can you be more accurst ?

LXXVII.

THE bright, bewitching Fanny's Eyes

A thousand Hearts have won,

Whilft the regardless of the Prize,
Securely keeps her own.

Ah! what a dreadful Girl are you,
Who if you e'er defign

To make one happy, must undo

999!

LXXVIII.

The prudent Maid.

HELP me, Nature; help me, Art;

Why fhould I deny my Heart :

If a Lover will purfue,

Like the wifeft let me do ;

I will fit him if he's true;

If he's falfe, I'll fit him too.

LXXIX.

THYR
HYRSIS, a Youth of the inspired Train
Fair Sacharifa lov'd, but lov'd in vain ;
Like Phoebus fung the no lefs am'rous Boy
Like Daphne fhe, as lovely and as coy.
With Numbers he the flying Nymph purfues,
With Numbers fuch as Phoebus' felf might ufe
All but the Nymph who fhou'd redrefs his Wrong,
Attend his Paffion and approve his Song:
Like Phoebus thus acquiring unfought Praife,
He catch'd at Love and fill'd his Arms with Bays.

EDM. WALLER.
LXXX, You'd

Y

LXXX.

OU'D fain have a Subject ne'er touch'd on before; Why I recollect one, fimply one and no more; "Twill require a masterly Hand too, Friend Derrick, Suppose now you wrote us your own Panegyrick. J. HACKETT.

Written on the Bed-chamber Door of Charles II.

H

ERE lies the Mutton eating King,

Whofe Word no Man relies on;

He never fays a foolish Thing,

Nor ever does a wife one.

Earl of ROCHESTER.

LXXXIII.

WHEN Thomas calls his Wife his Half,

like the Fellow's Whim;

For why? She horns him; fo the Jilt
Belongs but half to him.

LXXXIV.

The Feather.

N Florime Arms as if quite out of Breath,

IN

I'll kiss thee, my Charmer, I'l kifs thee to Death, Cry'd Strephon in Raptures: - but foon on her Breaft, He funk down his Head and compos'd him to Rest.

Not