From Stomach fharp and hearty feeding, * From ev'ry Day a lordly Banquet, From Ford, who thinks of nothing mean, BUT now arrives the difmal Day : The Coachman ftopt, fhe lookt, and swore At coming in you faw her stoop; The Entry brusht against her Hoop: A Lady. The two Ladies lodged together, Each Each Moment rifing in her Airs, She vows she will no longer ftay, HOWE'ER, to keep her Spirits up, Five Nothings in five Plates of Delph, THUS, for a Week the Farce went on; Small Beer, a Herring, and the D-n THUS 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. Your Table neat, your Linnen fine; A A RECEIPT то Restore STELLA's Youth. Written in the Year 1724-5 HE Scottish Hinds too poor to house TH In frofty Nights their ftarving Cows, Till 'Till Summer Show'rs and Ev'ning Dew, The famish't Cow her Want fupplies; Without an Ounce of last Year's Flesh, Whate'er the gains is young and fresh; With Youth and Beauty to enchant Europa's counterfeit Gallant. WHY, Stella, fhould you knit your Brow, If I compare you to the Cow? 'Tis just the Cafe: For you have fasted The Nutriment will from within Round all your Body plump your Skin; And fill your Veins with fprightly Blood: A Friend's Houfe feven or eight Miles from Dublin. For, |