M ANOTHER. Y dearest fpoufe, that thou and I May fhun the fear which firft fhould die, Clafp'd in each other's arms we'll live, Alike confum'd in love's foft fire, That neither may at laft furvive, Ο Ν ARQUE ÄN ASSA A со O F COLOPHO S. RQUEÄNASSA's charms infpire Age, its feeble fpite difplaying, W HILE from his confort falfe Antonius flies, And doats on Glaphyra's far brighter eyes, Fulvia, provok'd, her female arts prepares, Reprifals feeks, and fpreads for me her fnares. "The husband's falfe"-But why must I endure This naufeous plague, and her revenge procure? What though the afk?-How happy were my doom, Should all the difcontented wives of Rome Repair in crowds to me, when scorn'd at home! "'Tis war," fhe fays, "if I refuse her charms :" Let's think-She's ugly-Trumpets, found to arms! HUDIBRAS IMITATED. WRITTEN IN 1710. Bleffed time of reformation, That's now beginning through the nation! The Jacks bawl loud for church triumphant, And fwear all whigs fhall kifs the rump on't. See See how they draw the beastly rabble And make all cries about the town They ftretch their throats with hideous fhout. "Church-privilege"-for "mending kettle." Cries out The mouse-trap men lay fave-alls by, And fome, for "brooms, old boots, and fhoes," And And fome for "old fuits, cloaks, or ccats," To build the church," would ftarve their spouses, Bawds, ftrumpets, and religion-haters, Rogues, that, like Falftaff, fcarce know whether Yet join the parfons and the people, To cry "the church," but mean "the steeple." If, holy mother, fuch you'll own For your true fons, and fuch alone, Then Heaven have mercy upon you, But the de'il take your beaftly crew! AN |