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COLLECTION

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EPIGRAM S.

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EPIGRAM I.

The CASE-STATER.

TEBBING and Warburton conteft,
Heroes of more than common Size;
This with a daring Genius bleft,

In that the Strength of Judgment lies.
One skill'd a Fabrick foon to raise,
Ingenious Architect of Fame;
The other merits equal Praife
For quickly pulling down the fame.
The Guardians of Religion's Laws
Sit tame Spectators of the Fight;
Edwards alone indignant draws

His Pen to ftate the Matter right.
Thus in a Puppet Show I've seen

Two laurell'd Heroes act their Part;
When, lo! the Grandeur of the Scene

Punch interrupts, and lets a F--.
B

II. My

II.

MY Polly's most divinely fair,

Soft, tender, lovely, fweet and young;
How delicate her Shape and Air,
And what Inchantment arms her Tongue!
Her fwimming Eye! her fwelling Breaft!
From her the Graces ne'er are funder'd ;
This Charm too add, which crowns the rest,
She can be conftant to a Hundred.

T

III.

HE Sounds from Cælia's Tongue which sweetly flow, Each other Virgin's brighteft Eyes difarm: The Charms which o'er my filent Cælia glow, Make others fofteft Words want Pow'r to charm. Might I my Cælia's Lips alone enjoy,

And thou, next her the fairest Virgin's Waift, Pleasures fuperior should my Soul employ,

Whilft envying me thy Joys wou'd want a Tafte.

IV..

Mrs. ARDEN.

EHOLD, and liften while the Fair

B Breaks in fweet Sounds the willing Air,

And with her own Breath fans the Fire
Which her bright Eyes did first inspire.
What Reafon can that Love controul,
Which more than one Way courts the Soul?
So when a Flash of Lightning falls
On our Abodes, the Danger calls
For human Aid, which hopes the Flame
To conquer, tho' from Heav'n it came ;
But if the Wind with that confpire,
Men ftrive not, but deplore the Fire.

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EDM. WALLER.

V. A

V.

A country Parfon's Answer to a young Lady who fent him her Compliments on the Ten of Hearts.

YOUR

OUR Compliments, Lady, I pray you, forbear, Our old English Service is much more fincere ; You fent me ten Hearts; the Tithe only is mine; Give me but one Heart, you may burn t'other nine,

VI.

On a Lady at Church.

So fair a Form with fuch Devotion join'd!
A virgin Body, and a spotlefs Mind!
Pleas'd with her Pray'rs while Heav'n propitious fees
The lovely Vot'refs on her bended Knees,
Sure it must think fome Angel loft its Way,
And happ'ning on our wretched Earth to ftray;
Tir'd with our Follies, fain would take its Flight,

And begs to be restor❜d to those bleft Realms of Light.
JOHN HUGHES.

VII.

A matrimonial Cafe.

MY Lord and his Lady fcold, wrangle and fight ;

Yet are both of one Mind and are both in the right. She calls him a Fool - He knows he's not wife; He calls her a Whore, and she can't say he lies.

VIII.

The Girdle.

HAT which her flender Waift confin'd,
Shall now my joyful Temples bind;
No Monarch but would give his Crown,
His Arms might do what this has done,

It was my Heav'n's extremeft Sphere,
The Pale which held my lovely Deer;
My Joy, my Grief, my Hope, my Love,
Did all within this Circle move.
A narrow Compafs, and yet there
Dwelt all that's good and all that's fair;
Give me but what this Ribband bound,
Take all the reft the Sun goes round.

IX.

4

EDM. WALLER.

Spoken extempore, on the Author's being expelled the Company of fome Ladies.

THUS Adam lookt, when from the Garden driv'n, And thus difputed Orders fent from Heav'n; go, tho' to depart I'm loth,

Like him I

Like him I

go, for Angels drive us both. Hard was his Fate, but mine ftill more unkind, His Eve went with him, but mine stays behind.

Q

X.

UOTH Cibber toPope,Tho' inVerfe you foreclofe, I'll have the laft Word, for, by G-I'll write Profe; Poor Colly, thy Reas'ning is none of the ft ongeft, For know the last Word is the Word that lasts longest.

I

XI,

Am unable, yonder Beggar cries,

To ftand, or go; if he lays true, he lies."

XII.

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Dr. DONNE.

Written in a Gentleman's Coke upon Littleton.
Thou, who labour'ft in this rugged mine,
Mayft thou to Gold th' unpolish'd ore refine!
May each dark Page unfold its haggard Brow!
Doubt not to reap, if thou canst bear to plow.
To tempt thy Care, may each revolving night,
Purfes and maces fwim before thy Sight!

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