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St. James's Coffee-House.
SILLIANDER and Patch.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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;