The LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS,
In Imitation of a Greek IDYLLIUM.
By the fame Hand.

Elia I the other Day

Called o'er the Sand-hills to the Sea:

The setting Sun adorn'd the Coaft,
His Beams entire, his Fiercenefs loft;
And on the Surface of the Deep, i
The Winds lay only not asleep:
The Prospect and the Nymph were gay,
With filent Joy I heard her fay,
That we fhou'd walk there ev'ry Day.
But oh the Change! the Winds grew high,
Impending Tempefts charge the Sky;
The Light'ning flies, the Thunder roars,
And big Waves lash the frigh'ned Shoars.
Struck with the Horror of the Sight,
She turns her Head and wings her Flight,
And trembling, vows the ne'er again
Will prefs the Shoar or fee the Main.

Look back at least once more, faid I,
Thy felf in that great Glafs defcry;
When thou art in good Humour dreft,
When gentle Reafon rules thy Breaft,
The Sun upon the calmeft Sea
Appears not half fo bright as Thee:
'Tis then that with Delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of Love;
I bless my Chain, I hand my Oar,
Nor think on all I left on Shoar.
But when vain Doubts and groundless Fear,
Do that dear foolish Bofom tear,
When the big Lip and watry Eye
Tell me the rifing Storm is nigh;

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זי !

'Tis then thou art yon angry Main,
Deform'd by Winds, and dafh'd by Rain;
And the poor Sailor that must try
Its Fury, labours lefs than I.

Shipwreck'd, in vain to Land I make,
While Love and Fate ftill drive me back;
Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way,
I chide thee firft and then obey,
Wretched when from thee, vext when nigh,
I with thee or without thee die.

To a Boy playing with his CAT. By the fame Hand.

HE am'rous Youth, whofe tender Breaft

Twas by his darling Cat poffeft,

Obtain'd of Venus his Defire,
(Howe'er irregular his Fire.).
Nature the Pow'r of Love obey'd,
The Cat became a blushing Maid,

And potent of his Vows and Joys,

He thank'd the Gods, and bleft his Choice.
Ah! beauteous Boy, take care leaft thou
Renew the fondness of his Vow,

Take care to think the Queen of Love
Will e'er thy Fay'rites Charms improve;
Shoud'st thou prefer fo rafh a Pray',
The Queen of Love wou'd never hear.

Ah! rather from her Altars run,
Leaft thou be griev'd and the undone.
The Queen of Love will quickly fee
Her own Adonis live in thee;
And glances thrown upon a Beaft,
Which well might make a Goddess blest,
Will lightly her firft Love deplore,
Will eafily forgive the Boar,

And on her Tabby Rival's Face,
Enrag'd will mark her new Difgrace.

By the fame Hand.

N vain you tell your parting Lover,

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Alas, what Winds can happy prove,
That bear me far from what 1 love?
Alas, what Dangers on the Main
Can equal thofe that 1 fuftain,
From flighted Vows and cold Disdain?

Be gentle, and in pity chuse

To wish the wildeft Tempefts loofe;
That thrown again upon the Coaft,
Where first my Shipwreck'd Heart was loft,
I may once more repeat my Pain,
Once more in dying Notes complain
Offlighted Vows and cold Difdain.

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Monfieur De la Fontaine's HANS
CARVEL Imitated.

H

ANS Carvel, Impotent and Old, Married a Lafs of London Mould; Handsome enough, extreamly gay, Lov'd Musick, Company and Play; High Flights he had, and Wit at Will, And fo her Tongue lay feldom ftill; For in all Vifits who but She,

To Argue or to Repartee?

She made it plain that Human Paffion
Was order'd by Predeftination;

That if weak Women went aftray,

Their Stars were more in Fault than they;
Whole Tragedies she had by Heart,
Enter'd into Roxana's part;

To fpill a hated Rival's Blood,
The Action certainly was good;
How like a Vine young Ammon curl'd!
Oh that dear Conqueror of the World!
She pity'd Betterton in Age,

That ridicul'd the Godlike Rage.

She first of all the Town was told,
Where newest India things were fold;
So in a Morning without Bodice,
Slipt fometimes out to Mrs. Thody's,
To cheapen Tea, to buy a Screen,
What elfe, in God's Name, cou'd the mean
For to prevent the leaft Reproach,
Betty went with her in the Coach.
But when no very great Affair
Excited her peculiar Care,

She without fail was wak'd at Ten,
Drank Chocolate, then flept again;
At Twelve She rofe, with much ado
Her Cloaths were huddi'd on by Two';
-Then, Does my Lady Dine at home.
Yes fure,--but is the Colonel come?
Next, how to spend the Afternoon,
And not come Home again too foon;
The Change, the City, or the Play,
As cach was proper for the Day;
A Turn, in Summer, to Hyde-Park,
When it grew tolerably dark.

Wives Pleasure caufes Husbands Pain, Strange Fancies come in Hans's Brain; He thought of what he did not name, And wou'd reform, but durft not blame; At first he therefore Preach'd his Wife The Comforts of a pious Life:

Told her how Tranfient Beauty was,
That all muft die, and Flesh was Grafs
He bought herSermons, Pfalms and Graces,
And doubled down the Ufeful Places.
But ftill the Weight of Worldly Cares
Allow'd her little time for Pray'rs.
And Cleopatra was read o'er,

Whilft Scot, and Wake, and Twenty more,
That teach one to deny ones felf,
Lay unmolested on the Shelf:

An untouch'd Bible grac'd her Toilet,
No fear that Thumb of hers fhould spoil it.
In short, the Trade was ftill the fame,
The Dame went out, the Colonel came.
What's to be done? poor Carvel cry'd,
Another Batt'ry must be try'd:
What if to Spells I had recourse?
'Tis but to hinder fomething worse.
The End muft juftifie the Means,
He only Sins who Ill intends:
Since therefore 'tis to Combar Evil,
'Tis lawful to employ the Devil.
Forthwith the Devil did appear,
(For Name him and he's always near)
Not in the Shape in which he plies
At Miffes Elbow when he lies,
Or ftands before the Nurs'ry Doors
To take the naughty Boy that roars,
But without Sawcer Eye or Claw,
Like a grave Barrister at Law.

Hans Carvel, lay aside your Grief,

The Devil fays, I bring Relief:
Relief, fays Hans, pray let me crave
Your Name Sir,---Satan,---Sir, your Slave;
I did not look upon your Feet,
You'll pardon me;---Ay, now I fee't:
And pray, Sir, when came you from Hell;
Our Friends there, did you leave them well?