III.

With chizzled bill a fpark ill-fet

He loofen'd from the reft,

And swallow'd down to grind his meat,
The eafier to digest.

IV.

She feiz'd his bill with wild affright,

Her diamond to descry :

'Twas gone! she ficken'd at the fight, Moaning her bird would die.

V.

The tongue-ty'd knocker none might ufe,
The curtains none undraw,

The footmen went without their shoes,

The ftreet was laid with ftraw.

VI.

The doctor us'd his oíly art

Of ftrong emetic kind,

The apothecary play'd his part,

And engineer'd behind.

VII.

When phyfie ceas'd to spend its flore,

To bring away the stone, Dicky, like people given o'er,

Picks up, when let alone.

VIII. His

VIII.

His eyes difpell'd their fickly dews,
He peck'd behind his wing;
Lucia recovering at the news,
Relapses for the ring.

IX.

Mean while within her beauteous breaft

Two different paffions ftrove;
When av'rice ended the conteft,

And triumph'd over love.
X.

Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing,
Thy pains the fex display,

Who only to repair a ring,

Could take thy life away.

XI.

Drive av'rice from your breafts, ye fair,
Monster of fouleft mien :

Ye would not let it harbour there,

Could but its form be feen.

XII.

It made a virgin put on guile,
Truth's image break her word,
A Lucia's face forbear to fmile,
A Venus kill her bird.

VOL. I.

I

JOVE

Occafioned by a Lady's faying, that none of the ancient poetical Stories reflected jo much on the vanity of Women, as that of Phaëton does on the ambition of Men.

OVE for amusement quitted oft his skies,

Jov

To vifit earth, contracted to our fize;

And lov'd (however things in heav'n might go)
Exceedingly a game of romps below.

Mifs Semele he pick'd up, as he went,

And thought he pleas'd her to her heart's content.
But minds afpiring ne'er can be at ease;

Once known a god, as man he ceas'd to please.
In tenderest time, which women know, 'tis faid,
Thus the befpake the loving god in bed.

Thou, who gav'ft Dædalus his mazy art,
And knoweft all things but a woman's heart,
Hear my requeft, for something yet untry'd,
And fwear by Styx, I fhall not be deny❜d.

Fond Jove, like men, the better to fucceed, Took any oath; then bade the girl proceed. In human guife, great Jove, leave off to rove, Deceiving woman-kind, and pilf'ring love :

What

What are thofe joys, which as a man you give,
To what a god of thunder can atchieve?
Such weight of love, and might of limbs employ,
As give immortal madams heav'nly joy.

Jove came array'd, as bound by cruel fate,
And Semele enjoy'd the god in state:
When flaming fplendors round his beamy head.
Divinely fhone, and ftruck the mortal dead.

Faint from the course though we awhile retreat,
To cool and breathe before another heat;

The gods can't know, fresh with eternal primé,
Love's ftinted pause, nor want recruits from time;
But muft with unabating ardours kifs,

And bear down nature with excefs of blifs.

Learn hence, each fair one, whom like beauties grace, Poffefs'd of lawless empire by your face,

Not to do what you lift, because you may,

Let cool difcretion warm defires allay;

And itching curiofity believe,

A lurking taint deriv'd from mother Eve.

Spare then the men, ye fair, and frankly own,
Your fex, like ours, has had its Phaëton.

WHEN I fitft came to London, 1 rambled about

From fermon to sermon, took a flice and went out.

Then on me, in divinity batchelor, try'd

Many priests to obtrude a Levitical bride;
And urging their various opinions, intended

To make me wed fyftems, which they recommended.
Said a letch'rous old fry'r fkulking near Lincoln's-Inn,
(Whose trade's to abfolve, but whose pastime's to fin;
Who, fpider-like, feizes weak protestant flies,
Which hung in his fophiftry cobweb he fpies ;)
Ah pity your foul, for without our church pale,
If you happen to die, to be damn'd you can't fail ;
The bible, you boast, is a wild revelation:
Hear a church that can't err if you hope for falvation.
Said a formal non-con, (whose rich stock of
Lies forward expos'd in fhop-window of face,)

grace

Ah! pity your foul: come, be of our fect:
For then you are fafe, and may plead you're ele.
As it stands in the Acts, we can prove ourselves faints,
Being Chrift's little flock every where spoke against.