Imatges de pÓgina

Whose offerings, plac'd in golden ranks,
Adorn our crystal river's banks ;
Nor seldom grace the flowery downs,
With spiral tops and copple-crowns;
Or gilding in a funny morn
The humble branches of a thorn.
So, poets fing, with #golden bough
The Trojan hero paid his vow.

Hither, by luckless error led,
The crude consistence oft I tread;
Here when my shoes are out of case,
Unweeting gild the tarnish'd lace ;
Here by the sacred bramble ting’d,
My petticoat is doubly fring d.

Be witness for me, nymph divine,
I never robb’d thee with design:
Nor will the zealous Hannab *

To wash thy injur’d offering out.

But stop, ambitious Muse, in time,
Nor dwell on subjects too sublime.
In vain on lofty heels I tread,
Aspiring to exalt

With hoop expanded wide and light,
In vain I 'tempt too high a flight.
# Virg. lib. 6.
* My lady's woman.

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your toalt.

Me * Pbabus in a + midnight dream
Accoiting said, I Gofbake your cream.
Be humbly minded, know your post;
Sweeten your tea, and watch
Thee belt befits a lowly ítyle:
Teach Dennis how to stir the $ guile :
With || Peggy Dixon thoughtful sit,
Contriving for the pot and spit.
Take down thy proudly swelling fails,
And rub thy teeth, and pare thy nails:
At nicely carving shew thy wit ;
But ne'er presumé to eat a bit :
Turn ev'ry way thy watchful eye;
And ev'ry guest be sure to ply :
Let never at your board be known
An empty plate except your own.
It Be these thy arts; nor higher aim
Than what befits a rural dame.

But Cloacina, goddess bright, Sleek claims her as his right: And Smedley, flower of all divines, Shall sing the dean in Smedley's lines. * Cynthius aurem velit. Hor, kceper. + Cum soninia vera. Idem. It Harihi crimt artes. Virg.

I in the bottle to make *+ A very ftupid, insolent, butter.

factious, deformed, conceited Guild, the quantity of ale parfon, a vile pret nder to polor beer brewed at one time.

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The Place of the DAMN'D.

Written in the Year 1731.

ALL folks, who pretend to religion

Allow there's a Hell, but dispute of the

place: But if Hell may by logical rules be defin'd The place of the damn dI'll tell you

my mind.

Wherever the damn'd dochiefly abound, Most certainly there is Hell to be found: Damn'd preis, damnd criticks, damn'd

blockheads, damn'd knaves, Damn'd senators brib’d, damn'd prostitute

Javes; Damn’d lawyers and judges, damn'd lords

and damn d squires; Damn'd spies and informers, damn'd friends

and damn'd tyars; Damn’d villains, corrupted in every statio:1; Damn’d time-serving priests all over the

nation. And into the bargain I'll readily give you Damn’d ignorant prclates, and confillor's privj'.


Then let us no longer by par fons be flammid, For we know by these marks the place of

the damn'd: And Hell to be sure 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,

CORINNA, pride of Drury-lane

, For whom no shepherd sighs in vain, Never did Covent-garden boast So bright a batter'd stroling toast ! No drunken rake to pick her up, No cellar, where on tick to sup; Returning at the midnight hour, Four stories climbing to her bower ; Then seated 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 the young from the risk of Some have thought no apology health and life by picking up could be offered, deserves on a prostitute, than the finest the contrary great commenda- declamation on the fordidness tion, as it much more forcibly of the appetite. restrains the thoughtless and


Her eye-brows from a mouse's hide
Stuck on with art on either side,
Pulls off with care, and first displays 'em,
Then in a play-book smoothly lays 'em.
Now dext'rously her plumpers draws,
That serve to fill her hollow jaws.
Untwists a wire, and from her

A set of teeth completely comes.
Pulls out the rags contriv'd to prop ,
Her flabby dugs, and down they drop.
Proceeding on, the lovely goddess
Unlaces next her steel-rib'd bodice,
Which, by the operator's skill,
Press down the lumps, the hollows fill.
Up goes her hand, and off she slips
The bolsters that supply her hips.
With gentleft touch she next explores
Her shancres, issues, running fores;
Effects of many a sad disaster,
And then to each applies a plaster :
But must, before she goes to bed,
Rub off the daubs of white and red,
And smooth the furrows in her front
With greasy paper stuck upon't.
She takes a bolus ere she sleeps ;
And then between two blankets creeps.

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