And you who boast or grieve, What horrid wars we wage! Of wounds receiv'd from many an eye; Hence every fond conceit Of fhepherd or of fage; 'Tis Slender's voice, 'tis Slender's way Expreffes all you have to say, O fweet, O fweet Anne Page! The INVIDIOUS. MART. Fortune! if my prayer of old Fain would I fee Lividio fwing! Hear him, from Tyburn's height haranguing, And he will tye the knot himself. The I The PRICE of an EQUIPAGE. "Servum fi potes, Ole, non habere, "Et regem potes, Ole, non habere." Afk'd a friend amidst the throng, Whofe coach it was that trail'd along : "The gilded coach there-don't ye mind? That with the footmen ftuck behind." O Sir! fays he, what! han't you feen it? 'Tis Damon's coach, and Damon in it. 'Tis odd, methinks, you have forgot MART. Your friend, your neighbour, and-what not! But faith his equipage is new." "True; "Blefs me, faid I, where can it end? In lace and food, fo large a train? Thus does falfe ambition rule us, Thus pomp delude, and folly fool us; To keep a race of flickering knaves, He grows himself the worst of flaves. L HINT from VOITURE. ET Sol his annual journeys run, And when the radiant task is done, Confefs, through all the Globe, 'twould pofe him, To match the charms that Celia fhews him. And fhould he boaft he once had feen INSCRIPTION, To the memory Juftice of the peace for this county; Who, in the whole courfe of his pilgrimage Through a trifling ridiculous world, Maintaining his proper dignity, Notwithstanding the fcoffs of ill-difpofed perfons, And wits of the age, That ridiculed his behaviour, Or cenfured his breeding; Following the dictates of nature, The noife, or report such things generally cause (As he was seen to perform them of none) But the fole relief and happiness, Of the party in distress; Himself refting eafy, When he could render that fo; Not griping, or pinching himself, Not coveting to keep in his poffeffion To all round about him: Making the most sorrowful countenance In his prefence; Always bestowing more than he was asked, But the moft mature, and folemn deliberation; of mind; With an inimitable gravity and œconomy of face; Bidding Bidding loud defiance To politeness and the fashion, To a FRIEND. HAVE you ne'er feen, my gentle squire, The humours of your kitchen fire? Says Ned to Sal, “I lead a spade, Sal thought, and thought, and mifs'd her aim, Methinks, old friend, 'tis wondrous true, While many a bard, that shews fo clearly N 2 yore Till |