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What methods he try'd, and what arts to prevail ; That your Honour would please, at this dangerous All these, were they told, would but burden my crisis,
To take to your bofom a few private vices, In short, all affairs were lo happily carry'd,
By which your petitioners haply might thrive, That hardly fix weeks pals’d away till they marry'd. And keep both themselves and Contention alive.
But Envy grew fick when the story the heard, In compassion, good Sir, give them something to Violette was the girl that of all the most fear'd;
say, She knew her good-humour, her beauty and sweet. And your Honour's petitioners ever shall pray.
nefs, Her ease and compliance, her taste and her neatness; From these she was sure that her man could not roam,
TRI A L And must rise on the stage, from contentment at
home : So on she went hifling, and inwardly curs'd her,
SARAH ****, ALIAS SLIM SAL, And Garrick next season will certainly burst her.
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
HE pris’ner was at large indicted,
One day in July last, at tea,
With base felonious intent,
Did then and there a heart with strings,
Rest, quiet, peace, and other things,
Steal, rob and plunder; and all them
The chattels of the said E. M. SNEWLTH,
The prosecutor swore, last May HAT your Honour's petitioners (dealers in the month he knew, but not the day)
He left his friends in town, and went rhymes,
Upon a visit down in Kent:
That staying there a month or two,
He spent his time as others do,
In riding, walking, fishing, swimming ; ceive, Arife not from dulness, as some folks believe,
And young and wild, and no great reasoner, But from rubs in their way which your Honour has He own’d, 'twas rumour'd in those parts
He got acquainted with the prisoner.
That the 'ad a trick of stealing hearts,
And from fifteen to twenty-two,
But Mr. W. the vicar, And meant their last breath should go out in abuse;
(And no man brews you better liquor) But now (and they speak it with sorrow and tears)
Spoke of her thefts as tricks of youth,
The frolicks of a girl forsooth:
Things now were on another score, Sedition, and Tumult, and Discord are fled,
However, to make matters short,
And not to trespass on the court,
The lady was discover'd soon,
(As' to the day, he could not swear it)
În company at Mrs. P.'s, If, in spite of their natures, they bungle at praise,
Where folks say any thing they please ; Your honour regards not, and nobody pays.
Dean L. and lady Mary by, YOUR petitioners therefore must humbly intreat (As the times will allow, and your Honour thinks And Fanny waiting on Miss Y.
(He own'd he was inclined to think meet) That measures be chang’d, and some cause of com- The pris’ner alk’d, and calld him cousin,
Both were a little in their drink) plaint
How many kisses made a dozen ? Be immediately furnish'd, to end their restraint;
That being, as he own'd, in liquor,
The question made his blood run quicker,
And, sense and reason in eclipse,
He vow'd he'd score them on her lips.
That rifing up to keep his word,
across his breaft,
The parties present swore the same ;
Would make a man of fenfe run mad,
The pris'ner now first filence broke,
all women She never was inclin'd to drink, Or suffer hands like his to daub her, or Encourage men to kiss and Nobber her; She'd have folks know she did not love it, Or if she did, she was above it. But this, she said, was sworn of course, To prove her giddy, and then worse; As the whose conduct was thought “ lævis," Might very well be reckon'd thievish. She hop'd, she said, the court's difcerning Would pay fome honour to her learning, For every day from four to past fix, She went up-stairs, and read the classics. Thus having clear'd herself of levity, The rest, she said, would come with brevity. And first, it injur'd not her honour To own the heart was found upon her ; For the could prove, and did aver, The paltry thing belong'd to her : The fact was thus. This prince of knaves Was once the humblest of her Naves, And often had confess'd the dart Her eyes had lodg'd within his heart: That she, as 'twas her constant fashion, Made great diversion of his passion; Which set his blood in fuch a ferment, As seem'd to threaten his interment : That then she was afraid of losing him, And so defifted from abusing him; And often came and felt his pulse, And bid him write to docter Hulle. The prosecutor thank'd her kindly, And figh'd, and said the look'd divinely: But told her that his heart was bursting, And doctors he had little trust in; He therefore begg'd her to accept it, And hop'd 'twould mend if once the kept it. That having no aversion to it, She said, with all her soul, she'd do it; But then she begg'd him to remember, If he should need it in December, (For winter months would make folks shivery Who wanted either heart or liver) It never could return; and added, 'Twas her's for life, if once she had it. The prosecutor said, Amen, And that he wilh'd it not again; And took it from his breast and gave her, And bow'd, and thank'd her for the favour ;
But begg'd the thing might not be spoke of,
That this was truth she did aver,
Then doctor D. begg'd leave to speak,
That he, he said, had known the prisoner
The judge proceeded to the charge,
The jury then withdrew a moment,
But why or wherefore things were so,
FABLES FOR THE LADIE S.
To these, detesting praise, I write,
And vent, in charity, my spite. THE EAGLE, AND THE ASSEMBLY or BIRDS. With friendly hand I hold the glass
To all, promiscuous as they pass;
Should folly there her likeness view,
I fret nor that the mirror's true ;
If the fantastic form offend, PRINCESS OF WALES
I made it not, but would amend.
· Virtue, in every clime and age, "HE moral lay, to beauty due,
Spurns at the folly-soothing page,
While satire, that offends the ear
Of vice and passion, pleases her: Have been employ'd to sweeten yours.
Premising this, your anger spare,
And claim the fable you who dare.
THE birds in place, by factions press'd, The wand'ring nymph from wisdom's way. To Jupiter their pray’rs address'd; 1 f.after none. The great and good
By specious lies the state was vex'd, Are by their actions understood;
Their counsels libellers perplex'd ; Your monument if actions raise;
They beggd (to stop feditious tongues) Shall I deface by idle praise ?
A gracious hearing of their wrongs. I ocho not the voice of fame,
Jove grants their fuit. The Eagle Late; That dwells delighted on your name ;
Decider of the grand debate. Her friendly tale, however true,
The Pye, to trust and pow'r preferr'd, Were fatt'ry, if I told it you.
Demands permission to be heard. The proud, the envious; and the vain,
Says he, Prolixity of phrase The jili, the prude, demand my strain ;
You know I hate, This libel says, YOL VII.
“ Some birds there are, who, prone to noise, " Are hir'd to silence wisdom's voice, “ And skill'd to chatter out the hour, “ Rise by their emptiness to pow'r." That this is aim'd direct at me, No doubt, you'll readily agree ; Yet well this sage assembly knows, By parts to government I rose ; My prudent counsels prop the state ; Magpies were never known to prate.
The Kite rose up. His honeft heart In virtue's sufførings bore a part. That there were birds of prey he knew ; So far the libeller faid true ; " Voracious, bold, to rapine prone, " Who knew no int'reft but their own; “ Who hov’ring o'er the farmer's yard, “ Nor pigeon, chick, nor duckling (pard." This might be true, but if apply'd To him, in troth, the fland'rer ly’d. Since ign'rance then might be mised, Such things, he thought, were best unfaid.
The Crow was vex'd. As yester-morn
The Owl arofe, with fotemn face,
Ye wretches, hence! the Eagle cries,
While he, who tells you honest truth,
Trust me, my dear, with greater ease
Would you the bloom of youth should last ? 'Tis virtue that must bind it fast; An easy carriage, wholly free From sour reserve, or levity ; Good-natur'd mirth, an open heart, And looks unskill'd in any art; Humility, enough to own The frailties, which a friend makes known ; And decent pride enough to know The worth, that virtue can bestow.
These are the charms, which ne'er decay,
You'll frown, and ask to what intent
F A B L E II.
(So custom says) must truth forbear ;
How wretched, Cloe, then am I,
BENEATH a lion's peaceful reign,
Behold the gay, fantastic thing, Encircled by the spacious ring. Low-bowing, with important look, As first in rank, the Monkey spoke. “ Gad take me, madam, but I swear, “ No angel ever look'd so fair : " Forgive my rudeness, but I vow, “ You were not quite divine till now; “ Those limbs! that shape! and then those eyes! “ O, close them, or the gazer dies !”
Nay, gentle Pug, for goodness hush,
And kings on earth their gems admire,
She spoke. Attentive on a sprays
Deluded fool, with pride elate,
The Fox, in deeper cunning versid,
To which the fair have vast pretence!
The Goat avow'd his am'rous fame;
The Hog her neatness much admir'd;
The horse, whose gen'rous heart disdain'd
When fatt'ring monkeys fawn, and prate, They juftly raise contempt or hate ; For merit's turn'd to ridicule, Applauded by the grinning fool. The artful Fox your wit commends, To lure you to his selfish ends ; From the vile flatt'rer turn away, For knaves make friendships to betray. Dismiss the train of fops, and fools, And learn to live by wisdom's rules; Such beauties might the lion warm, Did not your folly break the charm; For who would court that lovely shape, To be the rival of an ape?
He said ; and snorting in disdain, Spurn'd at the crowd, and sought the plain,
DEATH. IXTEEN, d'ye say? Nay then 'tis time;
Another year destroys your prime. But stay-The settlement! " That's made." Why then’s my simple girl afraid ? Yet hold a moment, if you can, And heedfully the fable scan.
THE Lades were fled, the morning blush'd,
Relentless Death, whose iron fway
The monarch calınly thus reply'd :
Beļieve me , more than all mankind,
ONE night, a Glow-worm, proud and vain, Contemplating her glitt'ring train, Cry'd, Sure there never was in nature So elegant, ro fine a creature. All other insects, that I see, The frugal ant, industrious bee, Or filk-worm, with contempt I view ; With all that low, mechanic crew, Who servilely their lives employ In business, enemy to joy. Mean, vulgar herd! ye are my scorn, For grandeur only I was born, Or sure am sprung from race divine, And plac'd on carth, to live and shine, Those lights that sparkle ro on high, Are but the glow-worms of the sky,