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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,
Her love for your farms;

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.

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HILE monarchs in ftern battle ftrove
For proud imperial fway,

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,
And each ill-fashion'd jest,

The youth, who but for love was born,
Remain'd; and thought it vaft return
To reign in Cloria's breast.

But oh! a ruffling foldier came,
In all the pomp of war;

The gazettes long had fpoke his fame,
Now hautboys his approach proclaim,
And draw in crowds from far..

Cloria, unhappily, “wou'd gaze;

And, as he nearer drew,
The man of feather and of lace,

Stopp'd fhort, and with profound amaze,

Took all her charms to view.

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A bow, which from campaigns he brought,
And to his houlsters low,
Herfelf and the fpectators taught,

That her the fairest nymph he thought,
Of all that form'd the row.

Next day, e'er Phœbus cou'd be seen,
Or any gate unbarr'd,

At her's, upon the adjoining green,
From ranks with waving flags between,
Were foften'd trumpets heard.

The noon does following treats provide,
In the pavilion's fhade,

The neighbourhood, and all befide,
That will attend the amorous pride,
Are welcom'd, with the maid.

Poor Alcidor, thy hopes are crofs'd;
Go, perish on the ground;

Thy fighs by ftronger notes are tofs'd,
Drove back, or in the paffage loft,

Rich wines thy tears have drown'd.

In womens hearts, the fofteft things
Which nature cou'd devise,
Are yet fome harsh and jarring ftrings,
That when loud fame, or profit rings,

Will answer to the noise.

Poor

Poor Alcidor, go fight or die,

Let thy fond notions cease;
Man was not made in fhades to lie,
Or his full blifs at ease enjoy,

To live, or love, in peace.

ONELY groves young Strephon chufing,
There to indulge his amorous mufing.
Love augments, while love he blames.
Cruel love! you cause my anguish,
Thus with care I pine and languish,
Thus confume amid your flames.

I defpair at Celia's frowning,

When the weeps, in tears I'm drowning;
Smiles give pleasing pains at beft.
Love, who heard the youth upbraid him,
Conscious of his prefence made him,
And his godhead thus expreft:

While you speak of pains and dying,
Soothing rapture you're enjoying;
My foft empire's built on fighs:
When thofe anxious cares are over,
Soon you lose the name of lover;
Love infipid grows, and dies.

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The COMPETITION: Occafioned by the Success of the Beggar's Opera.

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Two * nymphs, the most renown'd, fir,

For voice and skill profound, fir,
Late fought with rival pains, fir,
And moft melodious strains, fir,
The foremost feat of fame.
Apollo, both befriending,
From Helicon defcending,
Thought this the only time, fir,
To try the tafte fublime, fir,

Which Britain's courtiers claim.

The god, wrapt in a cloud, fir,
O'erlook'd the judging croud, fit;"
Her right each warbler vaunting,
Their accents fo enchanting,

The god, divided, charm..
While each wife academic,
With inftruments polemic,
His want of skill to fmother,
Damns one, to raise the other,
As caprice gives th' alarm.

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