If ought as better you prefer,
Bring it, vel Imperium fer.

Come lay afide your filly Fancies,
FLIRTILLA's Tales are all Romances,
Tho' Smiles which real you believe

Are but to catch you, then deceive.

Then prithee drop all fruitless Cares,

The Chief of which, are Love-Affairs ;

B-n-tt forget and K-gf-n's Sifter,

There's none but may, who have not kiss'd her,

To-morrow Night you've Leave t' unbend,

And play a while, fays Dr. Friend.

But Liberty, unless you use it,
What is't? You may as well refuse it.
If friendly Talk can prove Delight
Sufficient, we can ftretch the Night,
Nor need you fear, in fuch a Station,
To hazard your Grave Reputation.
With pleafing Hopes of feeing Thee,.
I'll fee perform'd what I fhou'd fee.

Transparent

Transparent Glaffes I'll prepare,
Which may with M-t's Eyes compare
Spark'ling as those I nam'd before,

Thofe Eyes which you fo much adore.
Whilft the Refemblance thus is fhown
Of her bright Eyes, so near your own,
You may, (why not?) Believe you fip
Ambrofial Nectar from her Lip.

And whilst in these you Mt feë,
I'll fwear, they show thy felf to Thee.
Befides, you know that fprightly Wine
Can start and ripen a Design,

'Tis Wine that makes each pert Pretenderà
Far greater than a Faith Defender.

This, this will make you foon conclude (If Thoughts of M-t fhou'd intrude,) Whate'er I think, you can defire,

You void of Love, or fhe on Fire.

Nay more: If you design a Storm,

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With Musket cock'd to aim at all,

And march up to the very Wall.

This, when you're there arriv'd will teach

To enter as you make the Breach.

And next I am in Duty bound

To fee that all my Guefts are found.

I mean, my Friend, don't take me wrong,
Free from all Running- o' the Tongue;
That neither Spy nor bab'ling Fool,
Tell Tales, as you fay, out of School.

And this I think's an eafy Task,

Since I wou'd have you only ask

Friend Harry; tell him I proteft,

(That he may grant this this poor Requeft, If void of better Fare, or Wench)

Tho' Wine be not, my Bread is French.

Since at this Houfe you've no Back-Door,

Pray drop your Visitors at the Fore:

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And when we Three are got together,

I'm fure the Birds are of a Feather.

To One, whofe Form more pleas'd my Sight

Than all the fhining Train.

Her Garb of Red and White, each Grace

And hidden Charm exprefs'd,

That fhew'd the Blushes of her Face,

And This her fnowy Breaft..

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As when a ftately Pile we fee,

Surpriz'd we view each Part, LTD ±Ã

Its Height, its Breadth, its Harmony,

Contrived with niceft Art, ant boA

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At once with Pleasure and Surprize,
Now here, now there we gaze,
At c'ery Look fuch Beauties rife,

We know not which tô praise.

So I, with Love and Wonder ftruck,
O'er all her Beauties ftray;

Num'rous as Drops that fill the Brook,

Or Stars the Milky-Way.

Which tho' with Mask and Country-Drefs

Obfcured they yet are feen;

Her Magick Steps and Air confefs

A Cytherean Queen.

For the as Bards of old have faid,

Thus deign'd to leave the Sky,

And thus in Form of Country Maid

Conceal'd Divinity.

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