And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mungrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, This dog and man at first were friends, The dog, to gain some private ends, Around from all the neighb'ring streets, The wound it seem'd both sore and sad, And while they swore the dog was mad, But soon a wonder came to light, The man recover'd of the bite, STANZAS ON WOMAN. WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away The only art her guilt to cover, y? To hide her shame from every eye, THE GIFT. TO IRIS, IN BOW-STREET, COVENT GARDEN. SAY, cruel Iris, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, My heart, a victim to thine eyes, Say, would the angry fair-one prize A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy, I'll give-but not the full blown rose, I'll give thee something yet unpaid, I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid, EPITAPH ON DR. PARNELL. THIS tomb inscrib'd to gentle PARNELL's name, The transitory breath of fame below: More lasting rapture from his works shall rise, EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE SISTERS. WHAT? five long acts--and all to make us wiser! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser. Had she consulted me, she should have inade But how? ay, there's the rub! [pausing]-I've got. my cue: The world's a masquerade! the masquers, you, you, [To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery. you. Lud! what a group the motley scene discloses! False wits, false wives, false virgins, and false spouses! Miss, not yet full fifteen, with fire uncommon, parade, Perhaps to vulgar eyes, bestrides the state; He bows, turns round, and whip-the man in black! If I proceed, our bard will be undone ! Well then a truce, since she requests it too : Do you spare her, and I'll for once spare you. SPOKEN BY MRS. BULKLEY AND MISS CATLEY. Enter Mrs. Bulkley, who curtsies very low as beginning to speak. Then enter Miss Catley, who stands full before her, and curtsies to the Audience. Mrs. BULKLey. HOLD Ma'am, your pardon. What's your busi ness here? Miss CATLEY. The Epilogue. Mrs. BULKLey. The Epilogue? Miss CATLEY. Yes, the Epilogue, my dear. Mrs. BULKLEY. Sure you mistake, Ma'am. The Epilogue I bring it. Excuse me, Ma'am. The Author bid me sing it. Ye beaux and belles, that form this splendid ring, Mrs. BULKley. Why sure the Girl's beside herself: an Epilogue of singing, A hopeful end indeed to such a blest beginning. Besides, a singer in a comic set! Excuse me, Ma'am, I know the etiquette. Miss CATLEY. What if we leave it to the House? Mrs. BULKLEY. The House-Agreed. |