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TO MRS. M. B.
ON HER BIRTH-DAY.
Oh, be thou bless'd with all that Heav'n can send,
Let joy or ease, let affluence or content,
TO MR. T. SOUTHERN,
ON HIS BIRTH-DAY, 1742.
Resign's to live, prepar'd to die,
Kind Boyle, before his poet, lays
CARDELIA, SMILINDA, LOVET. Card. The basset-table spread, the tallier come, · Why stays Smilinda in the dressing.room? Rise, pensive nymph! the tallier waits for you.
Smil. Ah, madam! since my Sharper is untrue, I joyless make my once ador'd Alpeu. I saw him stand behind Ombrelia's chair, And whisper with that soft deluding air, [fair. And those feign'd sighs which cheat the listening
Card. Is this the cause of your romantic strains ? A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains : As you by love, so I by fortune cross'd; One, one bad deal, three septlevas have lost:
Smil. Is that the grief which you compare with With ease the smiles of fortune I resign : [mine? Would all my gold in one bad deal were gone, Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.
Card. A lover lost is but a common care,
Smil. See Betty Lovet! very d-propos,
Impartial, she shall say who snffers most,
Lov. Tell, tell your griefs, attentive' will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want some tea.
Card. Behold this equipage, by Mathers wrought, With fifty guineas (a great pen'worth) bought. See on the toothpick Mars and Cupid strive, And both the struggling figures seem alive. Upon the bottom shines the queen's bright face; A myrtle foliage round the thimble-case. Jove, Jove himself, does on the scissars shine, The metal and the workmanship divine. [er's love,
Smil. This snuff-box-once the pledge of Sharp-
Card. Alas! far lesser losses than I bear
Smil. But, ah! what aggravates the killing smart,
An awkward thing when first she came to town,
Card. Wretch that I was, how ofien have I swore
Smil. How many maids have Sharper's vows deHow many curs'd the moment they believ'd? Yet bis known falsehoods could no warning prove; Ah! what is warning to a maid in love? [form’d,
Card. But of what marble must that breast be To gaze on basset and remain unwarm’d? When kings, queens, knaves, are set in decent rank, Expos'd in glorious heaps, the tempting bank, Guineas, half-guineas, all the shining train, The winner's pleasure, and the loser's pain; In bright confusion open rouleaus lie, They strike the soul, and glitter in the eye : Fir'd by the sight, all reason I disdain, My passions rise, and will not bear the rein. Look upon basset, you who reason boast, And see if reason must not there be lost. [compose,
Smil. What more than marble must that heart Can hearken coldly to my Sharper's vows? Then when he trembles ! when his blushes rise ! When awful love seems melting in his eyes ! With eager beats his Mechlin cravat moves: He loves—I whisper to myself, He loves!