Written in the Year 1723.
'OAN cudgels Ned, yet Ned's a Bully:
Will cudgels Befs, yet Will's a Cully. Dye Ned and Befs; give Will to Joan, She dares not fay, her Life's her own. Dye Joan and Will; give Befs to Ned, And ev'ry Day fhe combs his Head.
STELLA at Wood-Park,
A House of CHARLES FORD, Efq; eight Miles from Dublin.
Cuicunque nocere volebat
Veftimenta dabat pretiofa.
Written in the Year 1723.
ON Carlos in a merry Spight,
Did Stella to his House invite :
He entertain❜'d her half a Year
With gen'rous Wines, and coftly Chear.
Don Carlos made her chief Director,
That she might o'er the Servants hector.
In half a Week the Dame grew nice,
Got all things at the highest Price.
Now at the Table-Head fhe fits,
Presented with the niceft Bits:
She look'd on Partridges with Scorn,
Except they tafted of the Corn:
A Haunch of Ven'fon made her sweat,
Unless it had the right Fumette.
Don Carlos earnestly would beg,
Dear Madam, try this Pigeon's Leg;
Was happy when he could prevail
To make her only touch a Quail.
Through Candle-Light fhe view'd the Wine,
To fee that ev'ry Glass was fine.
At laft grown prouder than the D1,
With feeding high, and Treatment civil,
Don Carlos now began to find
His Malice work as he defign'd;
The Winter-Sky began to frown,
Poor Stella muft pack off to Town.
From purling Streams and Fountains bubbling,
To Liffy's ftinking Tide in Dublin:
From wholesome Exercise and Air
To foffing in an easy Chair;
From Stomach sharp and hearty feeding,
To piddle like a Lady breeding:
The River that runs through Dublin.
From ruling there the Houfhold fingly,
To be directed here by Dingly:
From ev'ry Day a lordly Banquet,
To half a Joint, and God be thank it:
From ev'ry Meal Pontack in Plenty,
To half a Pint one Day in Twenty.
From Ford attending at her Call,
To Vifits of Archdeacon Wall.
From Ford, who thinks of nothing mean,
To the poor Doings of the D-n.
From growing Richer with good Chear,
To running out by ftarving here.
But now arrives the difmal Day:
She must return to +Ormond-Key:
The Coachman ftopt, fhe lookt, and swore
The Rafcal had miftook the Door:
At coming in you faw her floop;
The Entry brufht against her Hoop:
Each Moment rifing in her Airs,
She curft the narrow winding Stairs:
Began a Thousand Faults to fpy;
The Cieling hardly fix Foot high;
The smutty Wainfcot full of Cracks,
And half the Chairs with broken Backs:
Her Quarter's out at Lady-Day,
She vows fhe will no longer ftay,
*A Lady. The two Ladies lodged together. Where both the Ladies lodged.
In Lodgings, like a poor Grizette,
While there are Lodgings to be lett.
HOWE'ER, to keep her Spirits up,
She fent for Company to fup;
When all the while you might remark,
She ftrove in vain to ape Wood-Park,
Two Bottles call'd for, (half her Store;
The Cupboard could contain but four;)
A Supper worthy of her self,
Five Nothings in five Plates of Delph.
THUS, for a Week the Farce went on;
When all her Country-Savings gone:
She fell into her former Scene,
Small Beer, a Herring, and the D—n.
THUS far in jeft. Though, now I fear,
You think my Jefting too fevere:
But Poets when a Hint is new
Regard not whether falfe or true;
Yet Raillery gives no Offence,
Where Truth has not the leaft Pretence;
Nor can be more fecurely plac't
Than on a Nymph of Stella's Tafte.
I must confefs, your Wine and Vittle
I was too hard upon a little;
Your Table neat, your Linnen fine;
And, though in Miniature, you shine,
Yet, when you figh to leave Wood-Park,
The Scene, the Welcome, and the Spark,
To languish in this odious Town,
And pull your haughty Stomach down;
We think you quite miftake the Cafe;
The Virtue lies not in the Place:
For though my Raillery were true,
A Cottage is Wood-Park with you.
The Part of a Summer, at the House of GEORGE ROCHFORT, Efq;
Written in the Year 1723.
HALIA, tell in fober Lays,
How George, Nim, Dan, Dean, pass their Days.
BEGIN, my Mufe. First, from our Bow'rs
We fally forth at diff'rent Hours;
At Seven, the Dean in Night-gown dreft,
Goes round the Houfe to wake the reft:
At Nine, grave Nim, and George facetious,
Go to the Dean to read Lucretius:
At Ten, my Lady comes and hectors,
And kiffes George, and ends our Lectures;
And when she has him by the Neck fast,
Hauls him, and fcolds us, down to Breakfast.
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