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The knave of clubs thrice lost-oh! who could guess
This fatal stroke, this unforeseen distress?

SMIL. See Betty Lovet! very apropos ;
She all the cares of love and play does know:
Dear Betty shall th' important point decide;
Betty! who oft the pain of each has tried;
Impartial, she shall say who suffers most,
By cards’ ill usage, or by lovers lost.

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,
'Twas my own lord that drew the fatal card.
In complaisance I took the queen he gave,
Though my own secret wish was for the knave.
The knave won sonica, which I had chose,
And the next pull my septleva I lose.
Smil. But ah! what aggravates the killing

The cruel thought that stabs me to the heart,
This curs’d Ombrelia, this undoing fair,
By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear,
She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears,
She owes to me the very charms she wears.
An awkward thing when first she came to town,
Her shape unfashion’d, and her face unknown:
She was my friend; I taught her first to spread
Upon her sallow cheeks enlivening red;
I introduc'd her to the park and plays,
And by my interest Cozens made her stays.
Ungrateful wretch ! with mimic airs grown pert,
She dares to steal my favourite lover's heart.

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

too long;
I grow impatient, and the tea's too strong.
Attend, and yield to what I now decide;
The equipage shall grace Smilinda's side;
The snuffbox to Cardelia I decree;
Now leave complaining, and begin your tea.


Un jour dit un auteur, &c.

ONCE (says an author, where I need not say)
Two travellers found an oyster in their way :
Both fierce, both hungry, the dispute grew strong,
While, scale in hand, dame Justice pass'd along.
Before her each with clamour pleads the laws,
Explain’d the matter, and would win the cause.
Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful right,
Takes, opens, swallows it before their sight.
The cause of strife remov'd so rarely well,
“ There take, (says Justice) take ye each a shell.
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you:
'Twas a fat oyster-live in peace-Adieu.”



What is prudery?

'Tis a beldam,
Seen with wit and beauty seldom.
'Tis a fear that starts at shadows;
'Tis (no, 'tis n't) like Miss Meadows.
'Tis a virgin hard of feature,
Old, and void of all good nature;
Lean and fretful; would seem wise,
Yet plays the fool before she dies.
'Tis an ugly envious shrew,
That rails at dear Lepelland you.



Muse, 'tis enough, at length thy labour ends,
And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.
Let crowds of critics now my verse assail,
Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail ;
This more than


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.


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