And why all Night purfue Her in my Dreams,
Thro' Flow'ry Meads, and Crystal Streams?

RECIT

Thus fung the Bard; and thus the Goddess fpoke:
Submiffive bow to Love's imperious Yoke.

Ev'ry State, and ev'ry Age

Shall own My Rule, and fear My Rage:
Compell'd by Me Thy Mufe fhall prove,
That all the World was born to love.

ARIE T

Bid Thy deftin'd Lyre discover

Soft Defire, and gentle Pain:
Often praife, and always love Her:
Thro' her Ear her Heart obtain,

Verse shall please, and Sighs fhall move Her:
CUPID does with PHOEBUS reign.

Her Right Name.

AS NANCY at Her Toylet sat,

Admiring This, and blaming That ;

Tell Me, She faid; but tell Me true;
The Nymph who cou'd your Heart fubdue,
What Sort of Charms does She poffefs?
Abfolve Me Fair One: I'll confefs:.
With Pleasure I reply'd. Her Hair,

In Ringlets rather dark than fair,

Does down her Iv'ry Bofom roll,
And hiding Half, adorns the Whole.
In her high Forehead's fair half-round
LOVE fits in open Triumph crown'd:
He in the Dimple of her Chin,
In private State by Friends is seen.
Her Eyes are neither black, nor grey;
Nor fierce, nor feeble is their Ray:
Their dubious Luftre feems to show
Something that fpeaks nor Yes, nor No.
Her Lips no living Bard, I weet,

May fay, how Red, how Round, how Sweet:

Old HOMER Only cou'd indite

Their vagrant Grace, and foft Delight:

They stand Recorded in his Book,
When HELEN fmil'd, and HEBE fpoke
The Gipfy turning to her Glass,

Too plainly fhow'd, She knew the Face:
And which am I most like, She faid,
Your CLOE, or Your Nut-brown Maid?

Written in an OVI D.

OVID is the fureft Guide,

You can name, to fhow the Way

To any Woman, Maid, or Bride,

Who refolves to go aftray.

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TRUE

MADD.0b A

no; for my Virginity,

O, no;

When I lose that, fays Rose, I'll dyei Behind the Elmes, laft Night, cry'd DICK,

ROSE, were You not extreamly Sick?

TEN

EN Months after FLORIMEL happen'd to wed, And was brought in a laudable Minnet to Bed; She warbl'd Her Groans with fo charming à Voice, no That one half of the Parish was ftun'd with the Noife. But when FLORIMEL deign'd to lie privately in, Ten Months before She and her Spouse were a-kin ; She chose with fuch Prudence her Pangs to conceal, That her Nurfe, nay her Midwife, fcarce heard her once fqueal. Sood)

Learn, Husbands, from hence, for the Peace of your Lives, That Maids make not half fuch a Tumult, as Wives.

A REASONABLE AFFLICTION.

ON His Death-Bed

N His Death-Bed poor LUBIN lies:

His Spouse is in Despair:

With frequent Sobs, and mutual Cries,
They Both express their Care.

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A diff'rent Cause, says Parfon SLY, T
The fame Effect may give:

Poor LUBIN fears, that He fhall Dies 151.9
His Wife, that He may Liver dhuli m

Another REASONABLE AFFLICTION.

FRO
ROM her own Native FRANCE as old ALISON paft,
She reproach'd English NELL with Neglect or with
Home Malice,
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That the Slattern had left, in the Hurry and Haft,
Her Lady's Complexion, and Eye-brows at CALAIS...?
Mims are Bo Rial one and

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ANOTHERM ST

ER Eye-brow-Box one Morning loft,uki rod mi i (The best of Folks are oft'neft croft)ont

Sad HELEN thus to JENNY faid, red, abundanti, ato i Her careless but afflicted Maid; o odam kinkimit Put me to Bed then, wretched JANE:

Alas! when fhall I rife again?

THAMO8A:

I can behold no Mortal now:

For what's an Eye without a Brown

On the fame Subject.

IN a dark Corner of the House,

Poor HELEN fits, and fobs and cries:
She will not fee her Loving Spouse,
Nor her more dear Picquet-Allies:
Unless She finds her Eye-brows,
She'll e'en weep out her. Eyes.

On the Same.

HELEN was juft flipt into Bed:

Her Eye-brows on the Toilet lay;
Away the Kitten with them fled,!:
As Fees belonging to her Prey.

For this Misfortune careless JANE, Affure your felf, was loudly rated:

And Madam getting up again,

HIYH

With her own Hand the Moufe-Trap baited.

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On little Things, as Sages write, y sonid) { Depends our Human Joy, or Sorrow:com of

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If We don't catch a Moufe To-night,norily a s Alas! no Eye-brows for Tomorrow. Dagorb : 12

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