THE BASSET-TABLE, AN ECLOGUE. CARDELIA. SMILINDA. CARDELIA. THE basset-table spread, the tallier come, Why stays Smilinda in the dressing-room? SMILINDA. Ah, madam, since my Sharper is untrue, And those feign'd sighs which cheat the list'ning fait CARDELIA. Is this the cause of your romantic strains? SMILINDA Is that the grief which you compare with mine? With ease the smiles of fortune I resign: CARDELIA. A lover lost, is but a common care; And prudent nymphs against that change prepare: The knave of clubs thrice lost; oh! who could guess This fatal stroke, this unforeseen distress? SMILINDA. See Betty Lovet! very a-propos, She all the cares of love and play does know: Betty who oft the pain of each has tried: Impartial, she shall say who suffers most, LOVET. Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want some tea CARDELIA. Behold this equipage, by Mathers wrought, SMILINDA. This snuff-box; 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. This snuff-box,-on the hinge see brilliants shine! CARDELIA. Alas! far lesser losses than I bear, SMILINDA. But, ah! what aggravates the killing smart, She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears, CARDELIA. Wretch that I was! how often have I swore, SMILINDA. How many maids have Sharper's vows deceived How many cursed the moment they believed! Yet his known falsehoods could no warning prove Ah! what is warning to a maid in love? CARDELIA. 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, Exposed 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. Fired 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. SMILINDA. What more than marble must that heart compose, Can hearken coldly to my Sharper's vows? Then, when he trembles! when his blushes rise CARDELIA. At the Groom-porter's batter'd bullies play, SMILINDA. 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. LOVET. 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 snuff-box to Cardelia I decree; Now leave complaining, and begin your tea. VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU. 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, ANSWER TO THE FOLLOWING QUES. WHAT is prudery ?'-'Tis a beldam, "Tis a fear that starts at shadows: "Tis an ugly, envious shrew, Occasioned by some Verses of HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM 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 pays whole years 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. |