Sooner fhall Cits in fashions guide the Court,
And Beaus upon the bufy Change refort;
Sooner the nation fhall from fnuff be freed,
And fops apartments fmoke with India's weed,
Sooner I'd wish and figh through nunn'ry grates,
Than recommend the flame Sabina hates.
Because fome widows are in haste subdu'd;
Shall ev'ry fop upon our tears intrude?
Can I forget my lov'd Fidelio's tongue,
Soft as the warbling of Italian fong?
Did not his rofy lips breathe forth perfume,
Fragrant as fteams from Tea's imperial bloom?
Yet once you thought that tongue a greater curfe
Then fquawles of children for an absent nurse.
Have you not fanfy'd in his frequent kiss
Th' ungrateful leavings of a filthy Mifs ?
Love, I thy pow'r defy; no fecond flame,
Shall ever raze my dear Fidelio's name.
Fannia without a tear might lose her Lord,
Who ne'er enjoy'd his prefence but at board.
And why should forrow fit on Lesbia's face?
Are there fuch comforts in a fot's embrace?
No friend, no lover is to Lesbia dead,
For Lesbia long had known a fep'rate bed.
Gush forth, ye tears; wafte, wafte, ye fighs, my breaft; My days, my nights were by Fidelio bleft!
You cannot fure forget how oft you faid
His teazing fondness jealousy betray'd!
When at the Play the neighb'ring box he took,
You thought you read suspicion in his look;
When cards and counters flew around the board,
Have you not wish'd the abfence of your Lord ?
His company was then a poor pretence,
To check the freedoms of a wife's expence !
But why should I Myrtillo's paffion blame,
Since Love's a fierce involuntary flame?
Could he the fallies of his heart withstand,
Why should he not to Chloe give his hand?
For Chloe's handsom, yet he flights her flame;
Last night she fainted at Sabina's name.
Why, Daphne, dost thou blaft Sabina's charms?
Sabina keeps no lover from thy arms.
At Crimp Myrtyllo play'd, in kind regards
Doris dealt love; he only dealt the cards;
Doris was touch'd with spleen; her fan she rent,
Flew from the table, and to tears gave vent.
Why, Doris, doft thou curfe Sabina's eyes?
To her Myrtylla is a vulgar prize.
Yet fay, I lov'd; how loud would cenfure rail,
So foon to quit the duties of the veil !
No, fooner Plays and Op'ras I'd forfwear,
And change thefe China jars for Tunbridge ware;
Or truft my mother as a Confidant,
Or fix a friendship with my maiden aunt,
Than till- - to-morrow throw my weeds
Yet let me fee him, if he comes to-day!
Between two of the People called Quakers.
CALEB. TABITHA.
ENEATH the fhadow of a beaver hat,
Meek Caleb at a filent meeting fat;
His eye balls oft' forgot the holy trance,
While Tabitha demure, return'd the
glance.
The Meeting ended, Caleb filence broke,
And Tabitha her inward yearnings fpoke.
Beloved, fee how all things follow love,
Lamb fondleth lamb, and dove difports with dove
Yet fondled lambs their innocence fecure,
And none can call the turtle's bill impure;
O fairest of our fifters, let me be
The billing dove, and fondling lamb to thee.
TABITHA.
But, Caleb, know that birds of gentle mind
Elect a mate among the sober kind,
Not the mockaws, all deck'd in fcarlet pride,
Entice their mild and modeft hearts afide;
But thou, vain man, beguil'd by Popish shows,
Doatest on ribbands, flounces, furbelows.
If thy false heart be fond of tawdry dyes,
Go, wed the painted arch in fummer skies;
Such love will like the rainbow's hue decay,
Strong at the first, but passeth soon away.
Name not the frailties of my youthful days,
When vice mif-led me through the harlot's ways;
When I with wanton look thy fex beheld,
And nature with each wanton look rebell'd;
Then parti-colour'd pride my heart might move
With lace; the net to catch unhallow'd love.
All fuch-like love is fading as the flower,
Springs in a day, and withereth in an hour:
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