FLIRT and PHIL; A Decifion for the LADIES. A Wit, by learning well refin'd, A beau, but of the rural kind, TO SILVIA made pretences; Young sprightly FLIRT, of blooming mien, Went-when his glass advis'd him : And witty ladies priz'd him. ! SILVIA had wit, had fpirits too; Her wit, her youth too claim'd its share, But turn up-heads or tails. STANZAS to the Memory of an agreeable LADY, buried in Marriage to a Person undeferving her. 'T WAS always held, and ever will, By fage mankind, difcreeter T'anticipate a lesser ill, Than undergo a greater. When mortals dread diseases, pain, Rather than lofe his whole eftate, To taxes and excifes. Our merchants Spain has near undone For loft fhips not requiting: With num'rous ills, in fingle life, Such to avoid, he takes a wife And much the cafe is mended! Poor GRATIA, in her twentieth year, Fore-feeing future woe, ***: COLE ******** MIRA. A Culinary ECLOGUE. Nec tantum Veneris, quantum ftudiofa culinæ. 'Ight's fable clouds had half the globe o'erspread, And filence reign'd, and folks were gone to bed : When love, which gentle sleep can ne'er inspire, Had feated DAMON by the kitchen fire, Penfive he lay, extended on the ground; The little lares kept their vigils round; The fawning cats compaffionate his cafe, And purr around, and gently lick his face : To all his 'plaints the fleeping curs reply, Cou'd Cou'd I (he cry'd) exprefs, how bright a grace Adorns thy morning hands, and well-wash'd face; Thou wou'dft, COLEMIRA, grant what I implore, And yield me love, or wash thy face no more. Ah! who can fee, and feeing, not admire, But fure no chamber-damfel can compare, Oh! how I long, how ardently defire, With her! I fhou'd not envy Ghis queen, Ah! how it does my drooping heart rejoice, When in the hall I hear thy mellow voice! How wou'd that voice exceed the village-bell; Wou'dft thou but fing, "Llike thee paffing well!" When When from the hearth fhe bade the pointers go, Get out, the cry'd, when ffrangers come to fup, Then, full of wrath, fhe kick'd each lazy brute, Alas! I envy'd even that falute : 'Twas fure mifplac'd,-SHOCK faid, or feem'd to fay, He had as lief, I had the kick, as they. If the the myftic bellow's take in hand, But fhou'd the flame this rougher aid refuse, Such arts, as thefe, exalt the drooping fire, With all her haughty looks, the time I've feen; When this proud damfel has more humble been, When with nice airs fhe hoift the pan-cake round, And dropt it, haplefs fair! upon the ground. |