It fills my Heart with Woe,

To think fuch Ladies fine,

Should be reduc'd fo low,

To treat a dull Divine:
Be by a Parfon cheated!

Had you been cunning Stagers,
You might yourselves be treated
By Captains and by Majors.
See how Corruption grows,

While Mothers, Daughters, Aunts)

Inftead of powder'd Beaus,

From Pulpits chufe Gallants.

If we who wear our Wigs

With Fan-Tail and with Snake,

Are bubbled thus by Prigs;

Z-ds who wou'd be a Rake?

Had I a Heart to fight,

I'd knock the Doctor down;

Or could I read and write,
I'gad I'd wear a Gown.

Then leave him to his Birch;
And at the Rofe on Sunday,

The Parfon fafe at Church,
I'll treat you with Burgundy.

* Bb

About

About Nine or Ten Years ago, fome ingenious Gentlemen, Friends to the Author, used to entertain themselves with writing Riddles, and fend them to him and their other Acquaintance, Copies of which ran about, and fome of them were printed both here and in England. The Author, at bis leifure Hours, fell into the fame Amusement; although it be faid that he thought them of no great Merit, Entertainment, or Ufe. However, by the Advice of fome Perfons, for whom the Author bath a great Efteem, and who were pleafed to fend us the Copies, we have ventured to print the few following, as we have done two or three before, and which are allowed to be genuine; becaufe, we are informed that feveral good Fudges have a Tafte for fuch Kind of Compofitions.

A

RIDDLE.

Written in the Year 1724.

'N Youth exalted high in Air,

IN

Or bathing in the Waters fair; Nature to form me took Delight, And clad my Body all in White :

My

My Perfon tall, and flender Wafte,
On either Side with Fringes grac'd;
Till me that Tyrant Man efpy'd,
And drag'd me from my Mother's Side:
No Wonder now I look fo thin;
The Tyrant ftrip't me to the Skin :
My Skin he flay'd, my Hair he cropt;
At Head and Foot my Body lopt:

And then, with Heart more hard than Stone,
He pick't my Marrow from the Bone.
To vex me more, he took a Freak,

To lit my Tongue, and made me fpeak:
But, that which wonderful appears,
I speak to Eyes and not to Ears.
He oft employs me in Difguife,
And makes me tell a Thousand Lyes:
To me he chiefly gives in Truft
To please his Malice, or his Luft.
From me no Secret he can hide;
I fee his Vanity and Fride:
And my Delight is to expofe
His Follies to his greatest Foes.

ALL Languages I can command,
Yet not a Word I understand.

With

Without my Aid, the best Divine

In Learning would not know a Line:
The Lawyer must forget his Pleading,
The Scholar could not fhew his Reading.
Nay; Man, my Mafter, is my Slave:
I give Command to kill or fave.
Can grant ten Thousand Pounds a Year,
And make a Beggar's Brat â Peer.

BUT, while I thus my Life relate,

I only haften on my Fate.

My Tongue is black, my Mouth is furr'd,
I hardly now can force a Word.

I dye unpity'd and forgot;
And on fome Dunghill left to rot.

ANOTHER.

LL-ruling Tyrant of the Earth, To vileft Slaves I owe my Birth. How is the greatest Monarch bleft, When in my gaudy Liv'ry dreft!

No

No haughty Nymph has Pow'r to run
From me; or my Embraces fhun.

Stabb'd to the Heart, condemn'd to Flame,
My Conftancy is ftill the fame.

The fav'rite Meffenger of Jove,

And Lemnian God confulting ftrove,
To make me glorious to the Sight
Of Mortals, and the Gods Delight.
Soon would their Altars Flame expire,
If I refus'd to lend them Fire.

ANOTHER.

Y Fate exalted high in Place;

BY

Lo, here I ftand with double Face;

Superior none on Earth I find;

But fee below me all Mankind.
Yet, as it oft attends the Great,

I almost fink with my own Weight;
At every Motion undertook,

The Vulgar all confult my Look.

I fometimes give Advice in Writing,
But never of my own inditing.

* Vulcan.

I AM