Lady Betty Berkeley finding in the Author's Room Jome Verfes unfi nished; underwrit a Stanza of her own, with Raillery upon him, which gave Occafion to this Ballad.

Written in the YEAR 1703.

To the Tune of the Cut-purse.

I

NCE on a Time, as old Stories rehearse,

A Friar would needs fhew his Talent in

(Latin:

But was forely put to't in the Midst of a Verse,
Because he could find out noWord to come pat in.

Then all in the Place

He left a void Space;

And so went to Bed in a defperate Cafe,
When behold, the next Morning a wonderful Riddles
He found it was ftrangely fill'd up in the Middle.

Cho. Let cenfuring Criticks then think what they
lift on't,

Who would not write Verfes with fuck an Afiftant?
This

II.

This put me the Friar into an Amazement;

For he wifely confider'd it must be a Sprite,

That came through the Key-Hole, and in at the
Casement;

And it needs must be one that could both read

and write :

Yet he did not know

If it were Friend or Foe,

Or whether it came from above or below.
Howe'er, it was civil in Angel or Elf;

For he ne'er could have fill'd it so well of himself.
Cho. Let cenfuring, &c.

III.

Even fo Mafter Doctor had puzzled his Brains
In making a Ballad, but was at a stand;

He had mix'd little Wit with a great deal of Pains;
When he found a new Help from invifible Hand,
Then good Dr. S—,

Pay thanks for the Gift,

For you freely must own you were at a dead Lift:
And tho' fome malicious young Spirit did do't,

You may fee by the Hand it had no cloven Foot.
Cho. Let cenfuring, &c.

!

VERSES

Wrote on a

Lady's Ivory Table-Book:

Written in the YEAR 1706.

ERUSE my Leaves thro' ev'ry Part,

PER

And think thou feeft my Owner's Heart;
Scrawl'd o'er with Trifles thus; and quite

As hard, as fenfeless, and as light;
Expos'd to ev'ry Coxcomb's Eyes,

But hid with Caution from the Wife.
Here you may read, (Dear charming Saint.)
Beneath, (A new Receipt for Paint.)
Here, in Beau spelling, (tru tel Detb.)
There, in her own, (far an el breth.)
Here, (lovely Nymph pronounce my Doom.)
There, (a fafe Way to ufe Perfume.)
Here, a Page fill'd with Billet-Doux ;
On t'other Side, (laid out for Shoes.)

(Madam,

(Madam, I die without your Grace.)

(Item, for half a Yard of Lace.)

Who, that had Wit would place it here,
For ev'ry peeping Fop to jeer?
In Pow'r of Spittle, and a Clout,
Whene'er he please, to blot it out;
And then to heighten the Difgrace,
Clap his own Nonfenfe in the Place,
Whoe'er expects to hold his Part
In fuch a Book, and fuch a Heart;
If he be wealthy, and a Fool,
Is in all Points the fittest Tool;
Of whom it may be justly said,
He's a Gold Pencil tip'd with Lead

THE

THE

DESCRIPTION

OF A

SALAMANDER.

Out of Pliny's Nat. Hift. lib. 10. c. 67. & lib. 29. c. 4. Written in the YEAR 1706.

A

S Mastiff Dogs in modern Phrase are
Call'd Pompey, Scipio, and Cafar;

As Pies and Daws are often ftyl'd

With Chriftian Nick-names, like a Child;

As we fay Monfieur to an Ape,

Without Offence to human Shape:

So Men have got

from Bird and Brute

Names that will beft their Natures fuit.

The Lion, Eagle, Fox and Boar

Were Hero's Titles heretofore,

Beftow'd as Hi'roglyficks fit

To fhew their Valour, Strength or Wit.

For