Could we place him in a station In him tell me which prevail, Female vices most, or male? What produc'd him, can you tell? Human race, or imps of hell? Ο To BETTY the Grizette. Written in the Year 1730.. UEEN of wit and beauty, Betty! Never may the Muse forget ye: How thy face charms ev'ry fhepherd, Spotted over like a leopard; And, thy freckled neck display'd, Shrivel'd with a winter's keeping. And, And, thy beauty thus dispatch'd, Let me praise thy wit unmatch'd. Sets of phrafes, cut and dry, Evermore thy tongue fupply. And thy memory is loaded With old fcraps from plays exploded: Stockt with repartees and jokes, Suited to all Chriftian folks : Shreds of wit, and senseless rhymes, Blunder'd out a thousand times. Nor wilt thou of gifts be fparing, Which can ne'er be worfe for wearing, Picking wit among collegians, In the play-house upper regions; Where, in eighteen-penny gallery, Irish nymphs learn Irish raillery: But thy merit is thy failing, And thy raillery is railing. Thus with talents well endu'd To be fcurrilous and rude; When you pertly raise your fnout, Fleer, and gibe, and laugh, and flout: This among Hibernian affes For fheer wit and humour paffes. Thus indulgent Chloe bit Swears you have a world of wit. DEATH DEATH and DAPHNE. To an agreeable young Lady, but extremely D' lean. Written in the Year 1730. EATH went upon a folemn day And vext to fee affairs mifcarry, The intereft of his realm had need A confult of coquets below N 3 From From her own head Megara takes In line direct hung down behind. With fnuff was fill'd his ebon box *The periwigs now in fashion are fo called. Thus Thus furnish'd out, he fent his train To take a house in Warwick-lane: The faculty, his humble friends, A complimental meffage fends : Their prefident in fcarlet gown Harangu'd, and welcom'd him to town. But death had bus'nefs to dispatch; His mind was running on his match. And, hearing much of Daphne's fame, His majefty of terrors came, Fine as a col'nel of the guards, To vifit where fhe fat at cards: She, as he came into the room, Thought him Adonis in his bloom. And now her heart with pleasure jumps; She scarce remembers what is trumps; For fuch a shape of fkin and bone Was never seen except her own; Charm'd with his eyes and chin and fnout, Her pocket-glass drew flily out; And grew enamour'd with her phiz, As juft the counterpart of his. She darted many a private glance, And freely made the first advance. Was of her beauty grown fo vain, She doubted not to win the wain, N 4 Nothing |