» Nor murder Wasps like vulgar flies:
» For though he's free, to do him right,
>> The creature's civil and polite.
In ecstasies away he posts;
Where'er he comes, the favour boasts;
Brags how her sweetest tea he sips,
And shews the sugar on his lips.
The hint alarm'd the forward crew;
Sure of succes away they flew.
They share the dainties of the day,
Round her with airy music play;
And now they flutter, now they rest;
Now soar again, and skim her breast.
Nor were they banish'd, till she found
That Wasps have stings, and felt the wound.
» Grâce, grâce pour le coupable, >> Dit Doris, car ce moucheron,
Quoiqu'un peu leste est fort aimable! » Mon indiscret, dès ce moment,
Se vante, d'un air conquérant,
De sucer tout ce qu'elle touche,
De prendre son thé sur sa bouche.
Encouragé par ce succès,
Cent moucherons viennent près d'elle.
Chacun d'eux veut avoir accès,
Et chacun d'eux pique la belle.
Enfin voyant quelques boutons
Sur ses bras, son cou, sa figure,
Doris chassa les moucherons,
Hélas! quand elle fut trop sûre
Qu'ils avaient tous des aiguillons.
PERUSE my leaves through ev'ry part,
And think thou seest my owner's heart
Scrawl'd o'er with trifles thus, and quite
As hard, as senseless, and as light;
Expos'd to ev'ry coxcomb's eyes,
But hid, with caution, from the wise.
Here you may read: Dear charming saint!
Beneath: A new receipt for paint.
In it in beau spelling: Tru tel deth!
There in her own: Far an el breth.
Here: Lovely nymph pronounce my
There A safe way to use perfume.
Here a page fill'd with billets-doux
On t'other side: Laid out for shoes.
Madam I die without your grace.
Item: For half a yard of lace.
SUR LES TABLETTES D'IVOIRE
prenez les tablettes,
Vous croirez lire dans son cœur;
Des deux côtés même fadeur,
Des bagatelles, des sornettes,
Cloris y marque ses emplettes,
Damis y peint sa tendre ardeur.
Ici vous lirez: qu'elle est belle!
deux aunes de satin.
Là: pour
Plus haut: je vous serai fidèle !
Plus bas: essence pour le teint,
On ne voit, sur toutes les pages,
Que recettes ou billets doux;
Ce livret s'ouvre pour les fous,
Mais il est fermé pour les
Après Damis vient Florival
Du doigt lestement il efface
Who that had wit would place it here,
For ev'ry peeping fop to jeer?
In pow'r of spittle and a clout,
Whene'er he please to put it out;
And then, to heighten the disgrace,
Clap his own non-sense in the place.
Whoe'er expects to hold his part
In such a book, in such a heart,
If he be wealthy and a fool,
Is in all points the fittest tool;
Of whom it may be justly said
He's a gold pencil tipp'd with lead.
STELLA, this day is thirty four,
We sha'n't dispute a year or more;
However, Stella, be not troubled
Although thy size and years are doubled,
Since first I saw thee at sixteen,
The brightest virgin on the green,
So little is thy form declin'd,
Made up so largely in thy mind.
Oh! would it please the gods to split
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