STELLA'S BIRTH-DAY. A great Bottle of Wine, long buried, being that Day dug up. R Written about the YEAR 1722. ESOLV'D my annual Verse to pay, By Duty bound, on Stella's Day; I bit my Nails, and scratch'd my Head, FOR FORSAKEN by th' inspiring Nine, I told him what the World would fay How I should hide my Head for Shame, I have affur'd them Twenty Times, And He and I were Hand and Glove. Nor do I ask for Stella's Sake; Tis my own Credit lies at Stake. And Stella will be sung, while I Can only be a Stander-by. APOL APOLLO, having thought a little, Return'd this Answer to a Tittle. THOUGH you should live like old Methusalem, I furnish Hints, and you should use all 'em; You yearly fing as the grows old, You'd leave her Virtues half untold. But to fay Truth, fuch Dulnefs reigns Through the whole Set of fri Deans; ! I'm daily stunn'd with fuch a Medley, 3 But now, your Danger to prevent, You must apply to † Mrs. Brent. İn * Saunder's Cellar on the Ground a orbia LA Smedly, VOL. II. M A Spade ↑ The Housekeeper. The Butler! A Spade let prudent Archy hold, BEHOLD the BOTTLE, where it lies YOU'LL find it foon if Fate confents; FROM thence a plenteous Draught infufe, And boldly then invoke the Mufe: The Footman. † A Lady; Friend to Stella. (But (But first let * Robert, on his Knees, † The Valet. MART the Cook-Maid's LETTER TO Doctor SHERIDAN. WEL ELL; if ever I faw fuch another Man fince my Mother bound my Head, You a Gentleman! marry come up, I wonder where you were bred? I am fure fuch Words does not become a Man of your Cloth, I would not give fuch Language to a Dog, faith and troth, Mi Yes, |