For Converfation well endu'd;

She calls it witty to be rude;
And, placing Raillery in Railing,
Will tell aloud your greatest Failing;
Nor makes a Scruple to expose
Your bandy Leg, or crooked Nofe.
Can, at her Morning Tea, run o'er
The Scandal of the Day before.
Improving hourly in her Skill,
To cheat and wrangle at Quadrille.

IN chufing Lace a Critick nice,
Knows to a Groat the lowest Price;
Can in her Female Clubs difpute
What Lining beft the Silk will fuit;
What Colours each Complexion match
And where with Art to place a Patch.

If chancé a Mouse creeps in her Sight, Can finely counterfeit a Fright;

So, fweetly screams if it comes near her, She ravishes all Hearts to hear her.

Can dext'rously her Husband teize,

By taking Fits whene'er fhe please:
By frequent Practice learns the Trick

At proper Seafons to be fick;

Thinks nothing gives one Airs so pretty;
At once creating Love and Pity.

If Molly happens to be careless,

And but neglects to warm her Hair Lace
She gets a Cold as fure as Death;

And vows she scarce can fetch her Breath.
Admires how modeft Women can
Be fo robuftious like a Man.

IN Party, furious to her Power;
A bitter Whig, or Tory fow'r;
Her Arguments directly tend
Against the Side the would defend:

Will prove

herself a Tory plain,

From Principles the Whigs maintain;

And, to defend the Whiggish Cause,
Her Topicks from the Tories draws.

O YES! If any Man can find
More virtues in a Woman's Mind,
Let them be sent to Mrs. * Harding;

She'll

pay

the Charges to a Farthing :

A Printer.

Take

Take Notice, fhe has

my

Commiffion

To add them in the next Edition

They may out-fell a better Thing;
So, Holla Boys; God fave the King.

On Stephen Duck, the Thresher, and favourite Poet,

Á QUIBBLING EPIGRAM.

T

Written in the Year 1730.

HE Thresher Duck, could o'er the Q——

prevail.

The Proverb fays; No Fence against a

Flayl. From threshing Corn, he turns to thresh his Brains; For which Her My allows him Grains. Though 'tis confefs't that those who ever faw His Poems, think them all not worth a Straw. Thrice happy Duck, employ'd in threshing Stubble! Thy Toil is leffen'd, and thy Profits double.

The

THE

Hardship put upon LADIES.

Written in the Year 1733.

Ladies! though their Bus'nefs be to play,

'Tis hard they must be bufy Night and Day : Why should they want the Privilege of Men, And take fome fmall Diverfions now and then? Had Women been the Makers of our Laws; (And why they were not, I can fee no Cause;) The Men should slave at Cards from Morn to Night And Female Pleasures be to read and write.

The Author having been told by an intimate Friend, that the Duke of Queensberry had employed Mr. Gay to infpect the Accounts and Management of bis Grace's Receivers and Stewards (which, however, proved afterwards to be a Miftake) writ to Mr. Gay the following Poem.

Written in the Year 173 1.

How

W could you, Gay, difgrace the Mufes
Train,

To ferve a taftlefs C-t twelve Years in vain?

VOL. IL

Ее

Faint

Fain would I think, our * Female Friend fincere,
Till B, the Poet's Foe, poffefs't her Ear.
Did Female Virtue e'er fo high ascend,

To lofe an Inch of Favour for a Friend?

SAY, had the Court no better Place to chufe
For thee, than make a dry Nurse of thy Muse?
How cheaply had thy Liberty been fold,
To fquire a Royal Girl of two Years old!

In Leading ftrings her Infant Steps to guide;
Or, with her Go-Cart amble Side by Side.

BUT † princely Douglas, and his glorious Dame,
Advanc'd thy Fortune, and preserv'd thy Fame.
Nor, will your nobler Gifts be misapply'd,
When o'er your Patron's Treasure you prefide,
The World fhall own, his Choice was wife and
just,

For, Sons of Phabus never break their Truft.

NOT Love of Beauty lefs the Heart inflames Of Guardian Eunuchs to the Sultan Dames, Their Paffions not more impotent and cold, Than thofe of Poets to the Luft of Gold.

*Mrs, H-d, now Cfs of Sk The Duke of Queensberry.

With