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St. James's Coffee-House.

HOU, who so many favours haft receiv'd,

Wond'rous to tell, and hard to be believ'd,
Oh! H-D, to my lays attention lend,
Hear how too lovers boastingly contend :
Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth,
Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth,

St. James's bell had tollid fome wretches in,
(As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could fin)
The happier finners now their charms put out,
And to their manteaus their complexions suit;

opera queens had finished half their faces,
And city-dames already taken places ;
Fops of all kinds, to see the Lion, run;
The beauties stay till the first aet's begun,
And beaux step home to put fresh linen on.
No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd,
But penfive PATCH, who on the window lean'd;
And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay,
First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.



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Why all these fighs; ah ! why so penfive grown ?
Some cause there is why thus you

fit alone. Does hapless paffion all this forrow move? Or dost thou envy where the ladies love?

РАТcн. .
If, whom they love, my envy muft pursue,
''Tis true, at least, I never envy you.

No, I'm unhappy-you are in the right
'Tis you they favour, and 'tis me they flight,
Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast,
A club of ladies where 'tis me they toast.

Toasting does feldom any favour prove;
Like us, they never toast the thing they love.
A certain duke one night my health begun;
With chearful pledges round the room it run,
Till the young SYLVIA, press’d to drink it too,
Started and vow'd she knew not what to do :
What, drink a fellow's health ! fhe dy'd with shame :
Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.

Ill fates pursue me, may I never find
The dice propitious, or the ladies kind,
If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear,
And one from me fhe condescends to wear.



Women are always ready to receive;
'Tis then a favour when the sex will give.
A lady (but she is too great to name)
Beauteous in person, spotless in her fame,
With gentle strugglings let me force this ring;
Another day may give another thing.

I cou'd say fomething see this billet-doux-
And as for presents-look upon my shoe
These buckles were not forc’d, nor half a theft,
But a young countess fondly made the gift.

My countess is more nice, more artful too,
Affects to fly, that I may fierce pursue :
This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd,
And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ;
She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize,
With affectation cram'd it down her stays;
Yet hope she did not place it there unseen,
I press’d her breasts, and pull'd it from between.

Last night, as I ftood ogling of her grace,
Drinking delicious poison from her face,
The soft enchantress did that face decline,
Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine

i With sudden art some secret did pretend, Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend,



While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose,
And thousand beauties to my fight expose.

Early this morn-(but I was ask'd to come)
I drank bohea in CÆLIA's dressing-room :
Warm from her bed, to me alone within,
Her night-gown faften'd with a single pin ; .'
Her night-cloaths tumbled with refiftless grace,
And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ;
Reaching the kettle made her gown unpin,
She wore no waistcoat, and her thift was thin.

See TITIANA, driving to the park !
Hark! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ;
In her all beauties of the spring are seen,
Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle


See TINTORETTA to the opera goes !
Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows

In her the glory of the heav'ns we view,
Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.

What colour does in CÆLIA's stockings shine ?
Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.


. What are her garters ? tell me if you can ; I'll freely own thee far the happier man.

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Thus Patch continued his heroick strain, While SILLIANDER but contends in vain, After a conquest so important gain’d, Unrival'd Patch in ev'ry ruelle reign'd.

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The Tête à Tête.

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O, fair DANCINDA, no; you strive in vain

To calm my care and mitigate my pain ;
" If all my fighs, my cares, can fail to move,
$ Ah ! footh me not with fruitless vows of love."
Thus STREPHON spoke. DANCINDA thus reply'd:
What muft I do to gratify your pride?
Too well you know (ungrateful as thou`art)
How much you triumph in this tender heart:
What proof of love remains for me to grant !.
Yet still you tease me with some new complaint.
Oh! would to heav'n!- but the fond with is vain

favours had not made it plain!
But such a paffion breaks through all disguise,
Love reddens on my cheek and wishes in my eyes.
Is't not enough (inhuman and unkind!)
I own the secret confli&t of my mind;


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