But should fome fwain, more fkilful than the rest, Not rolling ages could deface that name; Through all the ftorms of life 'tis ftill the fame: EPILOGUE To MARY, QUEEN of SCOTS. Designed to be spoken by Mrs. OLDFIELD.' W By the Same. HAT could luxurious woman wish for more, To fix her joys, or to extend her pow'r? Beauty, what poor omnipotence haft thou! Queen Befs had wisdom, council, power, and laws;' How few efpous'd a wretched beauty's cause! Learn thence, ye fair, more folid charms to prize, The brightest object shines but while 'tis new; Two great examples have been shown to-day, To what fure ruin paffion does betray; What long repentance to short joys is due; If Such is, my tender fex, our helpless case; By By paffion fir'd, and not with-held by shame, Cruel to them that yield, cullies to them that fell. Hear, but be faithful to your interest still : } A RECEIPT to cure the VAPOURS. Written to Lady J- -N. By the Same. I. HY will Delia thus retire, WH And idly languish life away? 'Tis too foon for hartfhorn tea. II. All those dismal looks and fretting Long ago the worms have eat him, III. Once again confult your toilette, I, like you, was born a woman, V. All the morals that they tell us, Chufe, among the pretty fellows, One of honour, youth, and wit. Prithee hear him every morning, At the leaft an hour or two; Once again at night returning I believe the dofe will do. ***** ******** The SPLEEN. An EPISTLE to Mr. C—— J——. By Mr. MATTHEW GREEN of the Custom-house, HIS motly piece to you I fend, TH Who always were a faithful friend 3 Do, what I fing, so often feel. The want of method pray excufe, The child is genuine, you may trace Draws from the spring she finds within ; |