*On a LADY who P-ft at the Tragedy of CATO; occafioned by an Epigram on a LADY who wept at

it.

7HILE maudlin Whigs deplor'd their Cato's Fate,

WHILE

Still with dry Eyes the Tory Celia fate,

But while her Pride forbids her Tears to flow,
The gushing Waters find a Vent below;

Tho' fecret, yet with copious Grief the mourns,
Like twenty River-Gods with all their Urns.
Let others fcrew their Hypocritick Face,
She fhews her Grief in a fincerer Place,
There Nature reigns, and Paffion void of Art,
For that Road leads directly to the Heart.

*EPIGRAM, in a Maid of Honour's Prayer-Book.

WHEN Ifrael's Daughters mourn'd their past
Offences,

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They dealt in Sackcloth, and turn'd Cynder-Wenches;

But

But Richmond's Fair-ones never spoil their Locks, They ufe white Powder, and wear Holland Smocks. O comely Church! where Females find clean Linen As decent to repent in, as to fin in.

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EPIGRA M.

S Thomas was cudgell'd one Day by his Wife, He took to the Street, and fled for his Life; Tom's three deareft Friends came by in the Squabble, And fav'd him at once from the Shrew and the Rabble;

Then ventur'd to give him fome fober Advice

But, Tom is a Person of Honour so nice,

Too wife to take Council, too proud to take Warning, That he sent to all three a Challenge next Morning: Three Duels he fought, thrice ventur'd his Life; Went Home, and was cudgell'd again by his Wife.

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*The Balance of EUROPE.

OW Europe's balanc'd, neither Side prevails,
For nothing's left in either of the Scales.

*A Panegyrical EPISTLE to Mr. THOMAS SNOW, Goldfmith, near Temple-Bar; Occafion'd by his Buying and Selling the Third South-Sea Subscriptions, taken in by the Directors at a Thousand per Cent.

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ISDAIN not, SNow, my humble Verse to hear; Stick thy black Pen a while behind thy Ear. Whether thy Compter fhine with Sums untold, And thy wide-grasping Hand grows black with Gold; Whether thy Mien erect, and fable Locks, In Crowds of Brokers over-awe the Stocks: Sufpend the worldly Bus'ness of the Day, And, to enrich thy Mind, attend my Lay:

O THOU, whofe penetrative Wisdom found

The South-Sea Rocks and Shelves where Thousands drown'd.

When Credit funk, and Commerce gasping lay, Thou ftood'ft: No Bill was fent unpaid away. When not a Guinea chink'd on * Martin's Boards, And * Atwill's felf was drain'd of all his Hoards,

**Names of eminent Goldsmiths.

Thou

Thou ftood'ft: (an Indian King in Size and Hue) Thy unexhausted Shop was our Peru.

WHY did 'Change-Alley wafte thy precious Hours, Among the Fools who gap'd for Golden Show'rs? No Wonder if we find fome Poets there,

Who live on Fancy, and can feed on Air ;

No Wonder, they were caught by South-Sea Schemes,
Who ne'er enjoy'd a Guinea, but int Dreams;
No Wonder, they their Third Subfcriptions fold,"
For Millions of imaginary Gold; lo

No Wonder, that their Fancies wild can frame
Strange Reasons, that a Thing is ftill the fame
Though chang'd throughout in Substance and in

Name.

But you (whofe Judgment fcorns Poetick Flights)
With Contracts furnish Boys for Paper Kites.

LET Vulture Hs stretch his rufty Throat, Who ruins Thousands for a fingle Groat.

I know thou fcorn'ft his mean, his fordid Mind
Nor, with Ideal Debts, would'st plague Mankind.
Madmen alone their empty Dreams pursue,
And still believe the fleeting Vifion true;

They fell the Treasures which their Slumbers get,
Then wake, and fancy all the World in Debt,
If to inftruct thee all my Reafons fail,

Yet be diverted by this Moral Tale.

THRO' fam'd Moor-Fields extends a fracious Seat, Where Mortals. of exalted Wit retreat;

Where wrap'd in Contemplation, and in Stratv, '-
The wifer few from the mad World withdraw.
There in full. Opulence a Banker dwelt,
Who all the Joys. and Pangs of Riches felt;
His Side-board glitter'd with imagin'd Plate ;
And his proud Fancy held a vast Estate,ɔ *>"

As on a Time hepatithe vacant Hours>
In raifing Piles of Straw, and twisted Bowers ;'
A Poetrenter'd of the neighbouring Cell
And with fix'd Eye obfervid the Structure well,
A fharpen'd Skew'r cross his bare Shoulders bound
A tatter'd Rug, which dragg'd upon the Ground.

THE Banker cry'd,Behold my Castle Walls, "My Statues, Gardens, Fountains, and Canals; With Land of twenty Acres round!

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"All these I fell thee for ten thousand Found:

THE Bard with Wonder the cheap purchase saw, So fign'd the Contract (as ordains the Lawy THE Banker's Brain was cool'd, the Mift g grew svoided in The vifionary Scene was loft in Air.is

clear; #nolly mai..

He now the vanifh'd Prospect understood,22
And fear'd the fancy'd Bargain was not good: "
Yet loth the Sum intire fhould be deftroy'd;
"Give me a Penny, and thy Contract's void.

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