Infipid, fervile thing! whom I difdain! "Her phlegm can best support the marriage chain. "Damon is practis'd in the modifh life; "Can hate, and yet be civil to his wife; "He games, he drinks, he swears, he fights, he roves ; "Yet CLOE can believe he fondly loves. "Mistress and wife by turns fupply his need; "A mifs for pleasure, and a wife for breed. "Powder'd with diamonds, free from fpleen or care,' "She can a fullen husband's humour bear; "Her credulous friendship, and her stupid cafe, "Have often been my jeft in happier days : "Now CLOE boafts and triumphs in my pains; "To her he's faithful; 'tis to me he feigns. "Am I that stupid thing to bear neglect, "And force a fmile, not daring to suspect? "No, perjur'd man! a wife may be content, **But you fhall find a mistress can refent." Thus love-fick Lydia rav'd; her maid appears, And in her faithful hand the band-box bears; (The Cestos that reform'd inconftant Jove Not better fill'd with what allur❜d to love) "How well this ribband's glofs becomes your face!" She cries in rapture; "then, fo sweet a lace! "How charmingly you look! so bright! so fair! ""Tis to your eyes the head-dress owes its air!" Strait LYDIA fmil'd; the comb adjufts her locks; And at the play-houfe, HARRY keeps her box. SATURDAY, こ The SMALL-POX. FLAVIA. HE wretched FLAVIA on her couch reclin'd, Thus treated the ung on her a wounded mind; a A glass revers❜d in her right hand she bore, 'Where's my complexion ? where my radiant bloom, • Charm'd with the view, a fresher red would rise, There was a time (oh! that I cou'd forget!) 'When opera-tickets pour'd before my feet; And at the ring, where brightest beauties shine, The earliest cherries of the spring were mine. Witness, O Lilly; and thou, Motteux, tell, • How much japan these eyes have made ye fell, • With what contempt ye saw me oft despise As round the room I turn my weeping eyes, That picture, which with pride I us'd to show, • The loft resemblance but upbraids me now. • And thou, my toilette, where I oft have fate, While hours unheeded pass'd in deep debate, • How curls fhould fall, or where a patch to place; If blue or fcarlet beft became my face; } } Now 1 < Now on fome happier nymph your aid bestow; • Wou'd pitying heav'n restore my wonted mien, • What now is left but weeping, to deplore My beauty fled, and empire now no more? • Ye cruel chymifts, what with-held your aid! 6 (A golden-headed cane well carv'd he bore) GALEN, the grave; officious SQUIRT was there, • With fruitless grief and unavailing care: And why, he cry'd, this grief and this despair, • You shall again be well, again be fair; Believe my oath; (with that an oath he swore)' • Cease, hapless maid, no more thy tale pursue, < Forfake mankind, and bid the world adieu! Monarchs and beauties rule with equal fway; • All strive to serve, and glory to obey: •Alike unpitied when depos'd they grow• Men mock the idol of their former vow. Adieu! ye parks !-in fome obfcure recefs, • Where gentle streams will weep at my distress, • Where no false friend will in my grief take part, And mourn my ruin with a joyful heart; • There let me live in fome deserted place, < There hide in shades this loft inglorious face, Plays, operas, circles, I no more must view! < My toilette, patches, all the world adieu ! The |