A s SPOUSE I do hate, For either fhe's falfe or fhe's jealous; But give us a mate, Who nothing will ask us, or tell us. She stands on no terms, Nor chaffers, by way of indenture, But takes a kind man at a venture. If all prove not right; Without an act, process, or warning, From wife for a night, You may be divorc'd in the morning. When parents are flaves, Their brats cannot be any other; Great wits, and great braves Have always a punk for their mother. W HILE monarchs in ftern battle ftrove Abandon'd to his milder love, Within a filent peaceful grove, Alcidor careless lay. Some term'd it cold unmanly fear; Some, nicety of sense; That drums and trumpets cou'd not hear, The fullying blafts of powder bear, Or with foul camps difpenfe. A patient martyr to their fcorn, The youth, who but for love was born, But oh! a ruffling foldier came, The gazettes long had fpoke his fame, Cloria, unhappily, “wou'd gaze; And, as he nearer drew, Stopp'd fhort, and with profound amaze, Took all her charms to view. A A bow, which from campaigns he brought, That her the fairest nymph he thought, Next day, e'er Phœbus cou'd be seen, At her's, upon the adjoining green, The noon does following treats provide, The neighbourhood, and all befide, Poor Alcidor, thy hopes are crofs'd; Thy fighs by ftronger notes are tofs'd, Rich wines thy tears have drown'd. In womens hearts, the fofteft things Will answer to the noise. Poor Poor Alcidor, go fight or die, Let thy fond notions cease; To live, or love, in peace. ONELY groves young Strephon chufing, I defpair at Celia's frowning, When the weeps, in tears I'm drowning; While you speak of pains and dying, The The COMPETITION: Occafioned by the Success of the Beggar's Opera. WO Two * nymphs, the most renown'd, fir, For voice and skill profound, fir, Which Britain's courtiers claim. The god, wrapt in a cloud, fir, The god, divided, charm.. FAUSTINA and Cuzzo N L The |