That teach one to deny one's-felf,
Stood unmolefted on the shelf.

An untouch'd bible grac'd her toilet:

No fear that thumb of her's should spoil it.
In fhort, the trade was ftill the fame :
The Dame went out: the Colonel came.
What's to be done? poor Carvel cry'd:
Another battery must be try'd :
What if to spells I had recourse ?
'Tis but to hinder something worse,
The end muft justify the means;
He only fins who ill intends :
Since therefore 'tis to combat evil;
'Tis lawful to employ the Devil.
Forthwith the Devil did appear
(For name him, and he's always near);
Not in the fhape in which he plies
At Mifs's elbow when the lies;
Or ftands before the nursery-doors,
To take the naughty boy that roars :
But, without fawcer-eye or claw,
Like a grave Barrister at Law.

Hans Carvel, lay afide your grief,

The Devil fays; I bring relief.
Relief fays Hans: pray, let me crave
Your name, Sir-Satan-Sir, your flave;
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?

All well; but pr'ythee, honeft Hans,
(Says Satan) leave your complaifance
The truth is this: I cannot stay
Flaring in fun-fhine all the day:
For, entre nous, we hellish sprites
Love more the fresco of the nights
And oftener our receipts convey
In dreams, than any other way.
I tell you therefore as a friend,

Ere morning dawns, your fears fhall end :
Go then this evening, mafter Carvel,

Lay down your fowls, and broach your barrel;
Let friends and wine diffolve your care;
Whilft I the great receipt prepare :
To-night I'll bring it, by my faith!

Believe for once what Satan faith.

Away went Hans: glad? not a little

Obey'd the Devil to a tittle;

Invited friends fome half a dozen,

The Colonel and my Lady's coufin.

The meat was ferv'd; the bowls were crown'd;
Catches were fung; and healths went round;
Barbadoes waters for the clofe;

Till Hans had fairly got his dofe :
The Colonel toafted" to the best:"

The Dame mov'd off, to be undrest:

The chimes went twelve: the guests withdrew:
But when, or how, Hans hardly knew.

Some modern anecdotes aver,

He nodded in his elbow-chair;

From

From thence was carried off to bed:

John held his heels, and Nan his head.
My Lady was disturb'd: new forrow!
Which Hans muft answer for to-morrow.
In bed then view this happy pair;
And think how Hymen triumph'd there.
Hans fast asleep as foon as laid;"
The duty of the night unpaid:

The waking Dame, with thoughts oppreft,
That made her hate both him and reft:
By fuch a husband, fuch a wife!
'Twas Acme's and Septimius' life :
The Lady figh'd: the Lover fnor'd:
The punctual Devil kept his word:
Appear'd to honest Hans again;
But not at all by Madam feen :
And giving him a magic ring,
Fit for the finger of a king;
Dear Hans, faid he, this jewel take,
And wear it long for Satan's fake:
"Twill do your business to a hair:
For, long as you this ring fhall wear,
As fure as I look over Lincoln,

That ne'er fhall happen which you think on.

Hans took the ring with joy extreme

(All this was only in a dream);

And, thrusting it beyond his joint,

'Tis done, he cry'd': I've gain'd my point. What point, faid fhe, you ugly beaft? You neither give me joy nor reft :

'Tis done.

What's done, you drunken bear?

You've thrust your finger God knows where.

A DUTCH PROVER B.

FIRE, water, woman, are man's ruin;

Says wife Profeffor Vander Brüin.

By flames a house I hir'd was loft
Last year and I must pay the cost.
This spring the rains o'erflow'd my ground:
And my beft Flanders mare was drown'd.
A flave I am to Clara's eyes:

The gipfy knows her power, and flies.
Fire, water, woman, are my ruin :
And great thy wisdom, Vander Brüin.

PAULO PURGANTI and his WIFE;

an HONEST, but a SIMPLE PAIR.

Eft enim quiddam, idque intelligitur in omni virtute, "quod deceat: quod cogitatione magis à virtute po"teft quàm re feparari." Cic. de Off. 1. i.

B

EYOND the fix'd and fettled rules

Of vice and virtue in the fchools,

Beyond the letter of the law,

Which keeps our men and maids in awe,

The

The better fort fhould fet before 'em
A grace, a manner, a decorum;
Something, that gives their acts a light;
Makes them not only just, but bright;
And fets them in that open fame,
Which witty malice cannot blame.

For 'tis in life, as 'tis in painting:

Much may be right, yet much be wanting;
From lines drawn true, our eye may trace
A foot, a knee, a hand, a face;

May juttly own the picture wrought
Exact to rule, exempt from fault :
Yet, if the colouring be not there,
The Titian ftroke, the Guido air;
To niceft judgement fhow the piece,
At beft 'twill only not displease:
It would not gain on Jerfey's eye;
Bradford would frown, and set it by.
Thus in the picture of our mind
The action may be well defign'd;
Guided by law, and bound by duty;
Yet want this je ne fcai quoi of beauty
And though its error may be fuch,

As Knags and Burgess cannot hit ;
It yet may feel the nicer touch

Of Wicherley's or Congreve's wit. What is this talk? replies a friend, And where will this dry moral end? The truth of what you here lay down By fome example should be shown.With all my heart

for once; read on,

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