: And feeks to learn the fecret Cause, YET from this mingled Mafs of Things, To fill the Earth, and Air, and Skies & ANOTHER A ANOTHER. Louifa to Strephon. Written in the Year 1730. H, Strephon, how can you despise Her, who, without thy Pity, dies? CHLOE, CHLOE, when on thy Breaft I lye, The tender Pledges of our Joy. Nor have I bred a fpurious Race; They all were born from thy Embrace. CONSIDER, Strephon, what you' For, fhould I dye for Love of you, do; I'll haunt thy Dreams, a bloodlefs Ghoft; Thou, like Alcides, fhalt expire, And Skin and Flesh in Pieces tore. Nor Nor less that Shirt, my Rival's Gift, Cut from the Piece that made her Shift. ANOTHER. Written in the Year 1725. DEpriv'd of Root, and Branch, and Rind, Yet Flow'rs I bear of ev'ry Kind; And fuch is my prolific Pow'r, They bloom in less than half an Hour: Yet Standers-by may plainly fee They get no Nourishment from me. My Head, with Giddiness, goes round And yet I firmly ftand my Ground All over naked I am feen, And painted like an Indian Queen! No Couple-Beggar in the Land E'er join'd fuch Numbers Hand in Hand; And I join them fairly with a Ring; Nor can our Parfon blame the Thing And tho' no Marriage Words are fpoke, I'm but an Idol rais'd on high ; And once a Weaver in our Town, And then the Jovial Cavaliers To their old Pofts reftor'd all Three, I mean the Church, the King, and Me. On Cenfure: Written in the Year 1727. E Wife, inftru&t me to endure YE An Evil, which admits no Cure Or, how this Evil can be born, Which breeds at once both Hate and Scorni Bare |