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Dear Madám, try to take a Nap
But now they hear a Foot-Man's Rap :
“ Go run, and light the Ladies up:
♡ It must be One before we Sup.

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THE Table, Cards, and Counters set,
And all the Gamester-Ladies met,
Her Spleen and Fits recover'd quite,
Our Madam can fit up aļl Night.
" Whoever comes, I'm not within
Quadrill the Word, and so begin.

How can the Muse her Aid impart,
Unskill'd in all the Terms of Art?
Or in harmonious Numbers put
The Deal, the Shuffle, and the Cut?
The superstitious Whims relate,
That fill a Female-Gamefter's Pate?
What Agony of Soul she feels
To see a Knave's inverted Heels :
She draws up Card by Card, to find
Good Fortune peeping from behind;
With panting Heart, and earneft Eyes,
In hope to see Spadillo rife

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In vain, alas! her Hope is fed;
She draws an Ace, and fees it red.
In ready Counters never pays,
But pawns her Snuff Box, Rings, and Keys.
Ever with some new Fancy struck,
Tries twenty Charms to mend her Luck,

This Morning when the Parfon came,
" I said, I should nor win a Game.
“ This odious Chair how came I stuck in’t

, “ I think I never had good Luck in't. • I'm so uneasy in my Stays ; “ Your Fan, a Moment, if you please. * Stand further Girl, or get you gone, “ I always tofe when you look on, Lord, Madam, you have lost Codill

;
I never saw you play fo ill.
" Nay, Madam, give me Leave to fay,
“ 'Twas you that threw the Game away;
$ When Lady Trickly play'd a Four,

You took it with a Maradore ;
I saw
you
touch

your Wedding-Ring
“ Before my Lady call’d a King.
“ You spoke a Word began with H,
. And I know whom you mean to teach,

Because

“ Because you held the King of Hearts : ;
“ Fie, Madam, leave these little Arts.
That's not so bad as one that rubs
Her Chair to call the King of Clubs,
And makes her Partner understand
A Matadore is in her Hand.
• Madam, you have no Cause to flounce,

I swear, I saw you thrice renounce.
And truly, Madam, I know when
Instead of Five you scor'd me Ten.
Spadillo here has got a Mark,
A Child may know it in the Dark ;
I guess the Hand, it seldom fails,
I wish fome Folks would

pare

their Nails.

WHỊle thus they rail, and scold, and storm,
It passes but for coramon Form;
And conscious that they all speak true,
They give each other buç their Due ;
It never interrupts the Game,
Or makes 'em sensible of Shame.

The Time too precious now to waste, And Supper gobbled up in haste;

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Again a-fresh to Cards they run,
As if they had but just begun.
But I shall not again repeat
How oft chey squabble, snarl and cheat.
At last they hear the Watchman knock,

A frosty Morn- Paft Four a-Clock.
The Chair-Men are not to be found,
" Come; let us play the t'other Round.

Now, all in haste they huddle on
Their Hoods, and Cloaks, and get them gone :
But first, the Winner must invite
The Company to-morrow Night.

UNLUCKY Madam left in Tears,
(Who now again Quadrill forswears,)
With empty Purse, and aching Head,
Steals to her sleeping Spouse to Bed.

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The Grand Question debated.

WHETHER Hamilton's * Bawon should be turned into a Barrack or a Malt-House.

The Preface to the Englis Edition.
T

HE Author of the following Poem, is said

to be Dr. J. S. D. S. P. D. who writ it, as well as several other Copies of Verses of the like Kind, by Way of Amusement, in the Family of an honourable Gentleman in the North of Ireland, wherë be spent a Summer about two or three Years ago.

A certain very great person, then in that Kingdom, having heard much of this Poem, obtained a Copy from the Gentleman, or, as some say, the Lady, in whose House it was written, from whence, I know not by what Accident, several other Copies were transcribed, full of Errors. As I have a great Respect for the supposed Author, I have procured a true Copy of the Poem, the Publication whereof can do bim less Injury than printing any of those incorre&t ones' which run about in Manuscript, and would infallibly be foon in the Press, if not this prevented.

Some Expressions being peculiar to Ireland, I have prevailed on a Gentleman of that Kingdom to explain them, and I have put the several Explanations in their priper Places.

A Baw n was a Place near the House, inclored with Mud or Stone-Walls, to keep the Carcle from being stolen in the Night. They are now little used.

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