And, if her brood of infects dies, "Tis you protect their pregnant hour; Yet oh! howe'er your tow'ring view Hear, what a friend advifes: A friend, who, weigh'd with yours, muft prize That wrought the death of teazing flies, Let FLAVIA's eyes more deeply warm, And speak with some respect of beaux, Than cherish moths, that eat 'em. The The EXTENT of COOKERY. W Aliufque et idem.. Hen Toм to CAMBRIDGE firft was fent,. Read much, and look'd as tho' he meant To be a fop no more. See him to LINCOLN'S-INN repair His refolution flag; He cherishes a length of hair,. And tucks it in a bag. Nor COKE nor SALKELD he regards, But gets into the house, And foon a judge's rank rewards Adieu ye bobs! ye bags give place! Good L-d! to see the various ways The PROGRESS of ADVICE. A Common CASE. Suade, nam certum eft. Ays RICHARD to THOMAS (and feem'd half afraid) SA "I am thinking to marry thy mistress's maid: Now, because Mrs. Lucy to thee is well known, I will do't if thou bid'ft me, or let it alone. Nay don't make a jeft on't; 'tis no jeft to me; Said THOMAS to RICHARD, "To fpeak my opinion, There is not fuch a bitch in King GEORGE's dominion, And I firmly believe, if thou knew'st her as I do, Thou wou'dft chufe out a whipping poft, first to bety'd to. She's peevish, fhe's thievifh, fhe's ugly, fhe's old, And a lyar, and a fool, and a flut, and a scold.” Next day RICHARD haften'd to church and was wed, And,erenight, had inform'd her what THOMAS had faid. A BAL A BALLA D. Trabit fua quemque voluptas. Rom Lincoln to London rode forth our young squire, To bring down awife, whom the fwains might admire: But in fpite of whatever the mortal cou'd say, The goddess objected the length of the way! To give up the op'ra, the park, and the ball, Nor a lace-man to plague in a morning-not she! To forfake the dear play-house, Quin,Garrick, & Clive, To forget the gay fashions and geftures of France, And to leave dear Auguste in the midst of the dance, And Harlequin too!-'twas in vain to require it; And the wonder'd how folks had the face to defire it. She might yield to refign the fweet-fingers of Ruckholt, And the mufic, the lamps, and the glare of Vaux-hall. To be fure fhe cou'd breathe no where else than in town. Thus fhe talk'd like a wit, and he look'd like a clown; But the while honeft Harry defpair'd to fucceed, A coach with a coronet trail'd her to Tweed, SLENDER'S Ghoft. vid. SHAKESPEAR. B Eneath a church-yard yew, Decay'd and worn with age, At dusk of eve methought I spy'd Poor SLENDER'S ghost, that whimp'ring cry'd, Ye gentle bards! give ear! Who talk of amorous rage, Who fpoil the lilly, rob the rose, Why fhou'd fuch labour'd strains I never dreamt of flame or dart, And |