With pains of love tormented lies;
Or if the chance to close her eyes,
Of Bridewell and the Compter dreams,
And feels the lash, and faintly screams ;
Or, by a faithless bully drawn,
At some hedge-tavern lies in pawn; .
Or, to Jamaica seems transported
* Alone, and by no planter courted;
Or, near Fleet-ditch's oozy brinks,
Surrounded with a hundred stinks,
Be-lated, seems on watch to lie,
And snap fome cully passing by ;
Or, ftruck with fear, her fancy runs
On waichmen, constables, and duns,
From whom she mects with frequent rubs;
But never from religious clubs ;
Whole favour she is sure to find,
Because she pays them all in kind.

Corinna wakes. A dreadful sight! Echold the ruins of the night! A wicked rat her plaster stole, Half eat, and dragg’d it to his hole. The crystal eye, alas! was miss’d; And puss had on her plumpers p—fs’d.

---Et longam incomilata videtur
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7

Virg

A pigeon

A pigeon pick'd her issue peas :
And Shock her treffes fill'd with fleas.

parts

The nymph, though in this mangled

plight, Muft ev'ry morn her limbs unite. But how shall I describe her arts To recollect the scatter'd ? Or fhew the anguish, toil, and pain, Of gath’ring up herself again? The bashful muse will never bear In such a scene to interfere. Corinna in the morning dizen'd, Who sees will spew; who smells be poison d.

*STREPHON and CHLOE.

Written in the Year 1731.
F Chloe all the town has rung,

ev'ry poets :

By cury fize of ports fung

* This poem has among they have a right to indulge others been censured for inde. themselves : he who is diflicacy, but with no better rea- guíted at the picture feels the son than'a medicine would be force of the precept, not to rejected for its ill taste. By disgust another by his pracattending to the marriage of tice; and let it never be forStrephon and Chloe, the reader gotten, that nothing quenchis neceffarily led to consider the es delire like indelicacy, and effect of that grofs familiarity that when defire has been tirus in which it is to be feared quenched, kindness will inemany married perfons think vitably grow cold.

So

So beautiful a nymph appears
But once in twenty thousand years;
By nature form’d with nicest care,
And faultless to a single hair.
Her graceful mien, her shape, and face,
Confefs'd her of no mortal race :
And then so nice, and so genteel;
Such cleanliness from head to heel :
No humours gross, or frowzy steams,
No noisome whiffs, or sweaty streams,
Before, behind, above, below,
Could from her taintless body flow :
Would so discreetly things dispose,
None ever saw her pluck a rose.
Her dearest comrades never caught her
Squat on her hams to make maids water.
You'd swear that so divine a creature
Felt no necessities of nature.
In summer, had she walk'd the town,
Her arm-pits would not stain her

:
At country-dances not a nose
Could in the dog-days smell her toes.
Hermilk-white hand, both palmsand backs
Like iv'ry dry, and soft as wax.
Her hands, the softest ever felt,
Though cold would burn, though dry

Dear Venus, hide this wond'rous maid, Nor let her loose to spoil your trade. While she engrosses ev'ry fwain, You but o'er half the world can reign. Think what a case all men are now in, What ogling, sighing, toasting, vowing ! What powder'd wigs ! what fames and

darts ! What hampers full of bleeding hearts ! What sword-knots! what poetic strains! What billet-doux, and clouded canes !

But Strephon sigh’d so loud and strong, He blew a settlement along: And bravely drove his rivals down With coach and fix, and house in town. The bashful nymph no more withstands, Because her dear papa commands. The charming couple now unites : Proceed we to the marriage-rites.

Imprimis, at the temple-porch Stood Hymen with a flaming torch : The smiling Cyprian goddess brings Her infant loves with purple wings; And pigeons billing, sparrows treading, Fair emblems of a fruitful wedding.

The

The muses next in order follow,
Conducted by their squire, Apollo :
Then Mercury, with silver tongue,
And Hebe, goddess ever young.
Behold the bridegroom and his bride
Walk hand in hand, and side by side;
She by the tender Gracęs drest,
But he by Mars, in scarlet vest.
The nymph was cover'd with her * Alain-

neu911,

And Phæbus sung th’t epithalamium.
And laft, to make the matter sure,
Dame Juno brought a priest demure.

Luna was absent, on pretence
Her time was not till nine months hence,

The rites perform’d, the parson paid, In state return'd the grand parade; With loud huzza's from all the boys, That now the pair must crown their joys.

But still the hardest part remains. Strephon had long perplex'd his brains, How with fo high a nymph he might Demean himself the wedding-night :