Whofe offerings, plac'd in golden ranks, The humble branches of a thorn. Hither, by lucklefs error led, Be witness for me, nymph divine, But stop, ambitious Muse, in time, With hoop expanded wide and light, Virg. lib. 6. * My lady's woman. Me* Phabus in a † midnight dream Accofting faid, Go fbake your cream. Be humbly minded, know your poft; Sweeten your tea, and watch your toast. Thee beft befits a lowly ftyle: Teach Dennis how to ftir the § guile: With || Peggy Dixon thoughtful fit, Contriving for the pot and fpit. Take down thy proudly fwelling fails, And rub thy teeth, and pare thy nails: At nicely carving fhew thy wit; But ne'er prefumé to eat a bit : Turn ev'ry way thy watchful eye; And ev'ry guest be fure to ply: Let never at your board be known An empty plate except your own. Be these thy arts; nor higher aim Than what befits a rural dame. Sleek But Cloacina, goddess bright, claims her as his right: And+ Smedley, flower of all divines, Shall fing the dean in Smedley's lines. *Cynthius aurem velit. Hor. + Cum fomnia vera. Idem. In the bottle to make butter. Guile, the quantity of ale or beer brewed at one time. Mrs. Dixon, the houfc keeper. It Hatihi erunt artes. Virg. *+ A very ftupid, infolent, factious, deformed, conceited parfon, a vile pretender to poetry, preferred by the duke of Grafton for his wit. The . The Place of the DAM N'D. ALL Written in the Year 1731. LL folks, who pretend to religion and grace, Allow there's a HELL, but difpute of the place: But if HELL may by logical rules be defin'd The place of the damn'd-I'll tell you my mind. Wherever the damn'd do chiefly abound, Moft certainly there is HELL to be found: Damn'd poets, damn'd criticks, damn'd blockheads, damn'd knaves, Damn'd fenators brib'd, damn'd prostitute flaves; Damn'd lawyers and judges, damn'd lords and damn'd fquires; Damn'd pies and informers, damn'd friends and damn'd yars; Damn'd villains, corrupted in every station; Damn'd time-ferving priests all over the nation. And into the bargain I'll readily give you Damn'd ignorant prelates, and counsellors privy. Then Then let us no longer by par fons be flamm'd, For we know by these marks the place of the damn'd: And HELL to be fure is at Paris or Rome. How happy for us, that it is not at home! A beautiful young Nymph going to Bed.* Written for the Honour of the Fair Sex, in 1731. COR ORINNA, pride of Drury-lane, For whom no fhepherd fighs in vain, Never did Covent-garden boaft So bright a batter'd ftroling toaft ! No drunken rake to pick her up, No cellar, where on tick to fup; Returning at the midnight hour, Four stories climbing to her bower; Then feated on a three leg'd chair, Takes off her artificial hair. Now, picking out a crystal eye, She wipes it clean, and lays it by, * This poem, for which feme have thought no apology could be offered, deferves on the contrary great commendation, as it much more forcibly reftrains the thoughtless and the young from the risk of health and life by picking up a prostitute, than the finest declamation on the fordidnefs of the appetite. Her Her eye-brows from a moufe's hide Pulls off with care, and firft difplays 'em, With |