And, on the conquer'd Height, with Glory crown'd,
Serene, and bleft, commands the World around.
Calm'd by Thy Pow'r, the raging Storms are o're;
Now Share the Sweets on Thy Britannia's Shore.
The Dragon's flain; No Danger more affrights;
Sav'd by her GEORGE, fhe courts but to Delights.
Jove's Son o'er Seas fo wing'd his airy Way;
And freed the Fair, a Monster's ready Prey.
She (All applauding) prov'd his Willing Prize;
Rage ftrove in Vain to break the grateful Ties:
His Prudence chang'd, the Foes his Valour spar'd;
And, with his Bride, a Heav'n of Joys he shar'd.

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LORINDA's an exquifite Creature,
The Fountain of Human Delight,

The Beautiful Darling of Nature,
So truly transporting's the Sight;
Her languishing Eyes do discover

The Amorous Thoughts of her Heart,
And tell fuch dear Tales to her Lover
As could not be told him by Art.

II.

Her Tongue is fo charmingly moving,
That few can its Magick withstand;
Then ceafe from the Paffion of loving,
Her Charms have fuch Pow'r to command;

Were I the World's great Emperor,

And had the Globe in my fway,

For my CLORINDA I'd throw
The trifling Gewgaw away.

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Mr. P---------e's

ANS WER

TO

Mrs. Lepel and Mrs. How,

On their asking him, What is Prudery?

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HAT is Prudery? 'Tis a Beldam,

Seen with Wit and Beauty seldom, 'Tis a Fear that starts at Shadows; 'Tisno, 'tis n't like Mifs Meadows. 'Tis a Virgin hard of Feature, Old and void of all good Nature, Lean and fretful, would seem wise, Yet plays the Fool before fhe dies; 'Tis an ugly envious Shrew

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That rails at dear Lepel and How.

ON

ON THE

LADIES

Hoops and Hats.

AN

EPIGRAM.

UR Grannums of Old were fo piously Nice, That to fhew us their Shooe-tye was rekon'd a Vice:

But, Lord! could they now but peep out of the Ground,

And see the fine Fashions their Daughters have found;
How their Steps they reveal, and oblige the lewd Eye
With the Leg's pretty turn, and delicate Thigh:

Whilft the Modern Free Hops, fo ample and wide,
Up-lift the white Smocks with an Impudent Pride,
And betray the fweet Graces they chaftly should hide.
But how Wanton is Beauty? How Capricious the Fair?)
The Hats are all flop'd with fo modest an Air,
Each Virgin you meet, a veil'd Vestal you'd fwear.
In Property ftrange! How wild the Extremes!

How the Hats fuit the Hoops! juft like Water and Flames.
What Whimfies are these? What comical Farces?
They hide all their Faces, and fhew us their Ar-- s.
But from hence an Excufe for the Ladies may rife,

For when confcious their nethermoft Charms treat our

Eyes,

Perhaps they may blush; and 'tis a Sign of fome Grace, When the Br--cb is expos'd, to cover the Face.

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