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Now, Doctor, you're an honest sticker, So take your glass, and choose your liquor; Wilt have it steep'd in Alpine snows, Or damask'd at Silenus' nose? With Wakefield's vicar sip your tea, Or to Thalia drink with me? And, Doctor, I would have you know it, An honest, I, though humble poet; I scorn the sneaker like a toad, Who drives his cart the Dover road, There, traitor to his country's trade, Smuggles vile scraps of French brocade: Hence with all such! for you and I By English wares will live and die. Come, draw your chair, and stir the fire; Here, boy!-a pot of Thrale's entire !

THE

DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION.

A TALE.

Secluded from domestic strife,
Jack Bookworm led a college life;
A fellowship at twenty-five
Made him the happiest man alive;
He drank his glass, and crack'd his joke,
And fresh men wonder'd as he spoke.

Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care,
Could any accident impair?
Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix
Our swain, arrived at thirty-six ?
O, had the archer ne'er come down
To ravage in a country town!
Or Flavia been content to stop
At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop.
O, had her eyes forgot to blaze!
Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze.
0!- But let exclamation cease;
Her presence banish'd all his peace :
So with decorum all things carried,
Miss frown'd, and blush'd, and then was—married.

Need we expose to vulgar sight The raptures of the bridal night? Need we intrude on hallow'd ground, Or draw the curtains closed around? Let it snffice, that each had charms : He clasp'd a goddess in his arms; And, though she felt his usage rough, Yet in a man 'twas well enough.

The honey-moon like lightning flew; The second brought its transports too: A third, a fourth were not amiss ; The fifth was friendship mix'd with bliss : But when a twelvemonth pass'd away, Jack found his goddess made of clay; Found half the charms that deck'd her face Arose from powder, shreds, or lace; But still the worst remain'd behind, That very face bad robb’d her mind.

Skill'd in no other arts was she, But dressing, patching, repartee; And, just as humour rose or fell, By turns a slattern or a belle; 'Tis true she dress'd with modern grace, Half naked at a ball or race ; But when at home, at board or bed, Five greasy nightcaps wrapp'd her head. Could so much beauty condescend To be a dull domestic friend? Could any curtain lectures bring To decency so fine a thing?

In short, by night, 'twas fits or fretting :
By day, 'twas gadding or coque* 'ing.
Fond to be seen, she kept a bevy
Of powder'd coxcombs at her levy;
The squire and captain took their stations,
And twenty other near relations.
Jack suck'd his pipe, and often broke
A sigh in suffocating smoke;
While all their hours were pass'd between
Insulting repartee or spleen.

Thus as her faults each day were known,
He thinks her features coarser grown:
He fancies every vice she shows
Or thins her lip or points her nose:
Whenever rage or envy rise,
How wide her mouth, how wild her eyes ;
He knows not how, but so it is,
Her face is grown a knowing phiz;
And though her fops are wondrous civil,
He thinks her ugly as the devil,

Now to perplex the ravel'd noose,
As each a different way pursues,
While sullen or loquacious strife
Promised to hold them on for life,
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower,
Lo! the small-pox, whose horrid glare
Leveld its terrors at the fair ;
And, rifling every youthful grace,
Left but the remnant of a face.

The glass, grown hateful to her sight, Reflected now a perfect fright: Each former art she vainly tries To bring back lustre to her eyes. In vain she tries her paste and creams To smooth her skin, or hide its seams; Her country beaux and city cousins, Lovers no more, flew off by dozens ; The squire himself was seen to yield, And e'en the captain quit the field.

Poor madam, now condemn'd to back The rest of life with anxious Jack, Perceiving others fairly flown, Attempted pleasing him alone. Jack soon was dazzled to behold Her present face surpass the old; With modesty her cheeks were dyed, Humility displaces pride; For tawdry finery is seen A person ever neatly clean : No more presuming on her sway, She learns good nature every day. Serenely gay, and strict in duty, Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty.

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