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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'st me, or let it alone.

Nay don't make a jest on't; 'tis no jest to me ;
For 'faith I'm in earneft, fo prithee be free.
I have no fault to find with the girl fince I knew her,
But I'd have thy advice, e'er I tye myself to her."

Said THOMAS to RICHARD, "To speak my opinion, There is not fuch a bitch in King GEORGE's dominion, And I firmly believe, if thou knew'ft her as I do, Thou wou'dft chufe out a whipping poft, first to bety'd to.

She's peevish, she's thievish, she's ugly, she'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.

FRom Lincoln to London rode forth our young fquire,
To bring down awife, whom the fwains might admire:
But in fpite of whatever the mortal cou'd fay,
The goddess objected the length of the way!

To give up the op'ra, the park, and the ball,
For to view the ftag's horns in an old country-hall;
To have neither China nor India to fee!
Nor a lace-man to plague in a morning-not she!

To forfake the dear play-house, Quin,Garrick, & Clive,
Who by dint of mere humour had kept her alive;
To forego the full box for his lonesome abode,
O heav'ns! fhe fhou'd faint, fhe fhou'd dye on the road!

To forget the gay fashions and geftures of France, And to leave dear Augufte in the midft of the dance, And Harlequin too!-'twas in vain to require it; And fhe wonder'd how folks had the face to defire it.

She might yield to refign the fweet-fingers of Ruckholt,
Where the citizen-matron feduces her cuckold;
But Ranelagh foon wou'd her footsteps recall,
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 honest Harry defpair'd to fucceed,

A coach with a coronet trail'd her to Tweed.

SLENDER'S Ghoft. vid. SHAKESPEAR.

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Eneath a church-yard yew,

Decay'd and worn with age,
At dusk of eve methought I spy'd

Poor SLENDER'S ghoft, that whimp'ring cry'd,
O fweet O fweet ANNE PAGE!

Ye gentle bards! give ear!

Who talk of amorous rage,

Who spoil the lilly, rob the rose,
Come learn of me to weep your woes:
O fweet O fweet ANNE PAGE!

Why fhou'd fuch labour'd ftrains
Your formal mufe engage?

I never dreamt of flame or dart,

That fir'd my breaft, or pierc'd my heart,

But figh'd, O fweet ANNE PAGE!

And

And you whofe love-fick minds
No med'cine can affuage!
Accufe the leech's art no more,
But learn of SLENDER to deplore;

O fweet O fweet ANNE PAGE!

And ye! whose souls are held,
Like linnets in a cage!

Who talk of fetters, links, and chains,

Attend, and imitate

my ftrains!

O fweet O fweet ANNE PAGE!

And you who boast or grieve,
What horrid wars ye wage !

Of wounds receiv'd from many an eye;
Yet mean as I do, when I figh

O fweet O fweet ANNE PAGE!

Hence ev'ry fond conceit

Of fhepherd or of fage!

'Tis SLENDER's voice, 'tis SLENDER's way Expreffes all you have to say.

O fweet O fweet ANNE PAGE!

The

The INVIDIOUS.

MART.

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Fortune! if my pray'r of old
Was

Was ne'er follicitous for gold,
With better grace thou may'ft allow
My fuppliant wish, that asks it now.
Yet think not! goddefs! I require it
For the fame end your clowns desire it.

In a well-made effectual ftring,

Fain wou'd I fee LIVIDIO fwing!

Hear him, from Tyburn's height haranguing, But fuch a cur's not worth one's hanging. Give me, O goddess! store of pelf,

And he will tye the knot, himseif.

The PRICE of an EQUIPAGE.

Servum fi potes, Ole, non habere

Et regem potes, Ole, non habere.

MAR.

Afk'd a friend, amidst the throng,

I was

Whofe coach it was that trail'd along :

"The gilded coach there-don't ye mind?

That, with the footmen ftuck behind."

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