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The knave of clubs thrice lost-oh! who could guess
SMIL. See Betty Lovet! very apropos ;
Lov. Tell, tell your griefs, attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want some tea. CARD. Behold this equipage, by Mathers
wrought, With fifty guineas (a great pen’worth) bought. See on the toothpick Mars and Cupid strive, And both the struggling figures seem alive. Upon the bottom shines the queen's bright face; A myrtle foliage round the thimble case. Jove, Jove himself does on the scissors shine : The metal and the workmanship divine. SMIL. This snuffbox-once the pledge of
Sharper's love, When rival beauties for the present strove; At Corticelli's he the raffle won; Then first his passion was in public shown: Hazardia blush'd, and turn'd her head aside, A rival's envy (all in vain) to hide. This snuffbox-on the hinge see brilliants shineThis snuffbox will I stake, the prize is mine.
CARD. Alas! far lesser losses than I bear Have made a soldier sigh, a lover swear.
And oh! what makes the disappointment hard,
CARD. Wretch that I was, how often have I swore, When Winnall tallied, I would punt no more ! I know the bite, yet to my ruin run, And see the folly which I cannot shun. SMIL. How many maids have Sharper's vows
deceiv'd ? How
many curs’d the moment they believ'd? Yet his known falsehoods could no warning prove. Ah! what is warning to a maid in love?
CARD. But of what marble must that breast
be form’d, To gaze on Basset, and remain unwarm’d? When kings, queens, knaves, are set in decent rank, Expos’d in glorious heaps the tempting bank, Guineas, half-guineas, all the shining train, The winner's pleasure, and the loser's pain. In bright confusion open rouleaus lie, They strike the soul, and glitter in the eye : Fir'd by the sight, all reason I disdain, My passions rise, and will not bear the rein. Look upon Basset, you who reason boast, And see if reason must not there be lost. SMIL. What more than marble must that heart
compose Can harken coldly to my Sharper's vows ? Then when he trembles! when his blushes rise! When awful love seems melting in his eyes ! With eager beats his Mechlin cravat moves : He loves—I whisper to myself, He loves ! Such unfeign'd passion in his looks appears, I lose all memory of my former fears ; My panting heart confesses all his charms, I yield at once, and sink into his arms. Think of that moment, you who prudence boast; For such a moment prudence well were lost.
CARD. At the Groom-porter's batter'd bullies play, Some dukes at Mary-bone bowl time away ; But who the bowl or rattling dice compares To Basset's heavenly joys and pleasing cares?
SMIL. Soft Simplicetta dotes upon a beau ; Prudina likes a man, and laughs at show: Their several graces in my Sharper meet, Strong as the footman, as the master sweet. Lov. Cease your contention, which has been
VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU.
Un jour dit un auteur, &c.
ONCE (says an author, where I need not say)
ANSWER TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION OF
What is prudery?
'Tis a beldam,
LINES OCCASIONED BY SOME VERSES OF HIS
GRACE THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
Muse, 'tis enough, at length thy labour ends,
of thankless pain; Time, health, and fortune, are not lost in vain. Sheffield approves, consenting Phoebus bends, And I and malice from this hour are friends.
1 Miss Lepell, maid of honour to Queen Caroline, and afterwards Lady Hervey. VOL. II.