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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,
But gently both at once expire.

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ARQUE ÄN ASSA

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COLOPHO S.

RQUEÄNASSA's charms infpire
Within my breaft a lover's fire;

Age, its feeble fpite difplaying,
Vainly wrinkles all her face,
Cupids, in each wrinkle playing,
Charm my eyes with lafting grace:
But, before old Time purfued her,
Ere he funk thefe little caves,
How I pity thofe who view'd her,
And in youth were made her flaves!

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
With zeal and noifes formidable,

And make all cries about the town
Join notes to roar fanatics down!
As bigots give the sign about,

They ftretch their throats with hideous fhout.
Black tinkers bawl aloud "to fettle

"Church-privilege"-for "mending kettle."
Each fow-gelder, that blows his horn,

Cries out
to have diffenters fworn."
The oyster-wenches lock their fifh up,
And
cry no Prefbyterian bishop!

The mouse-trap men lay fave-alls by,
And 'gainst "low church men" loudly cry,
A creature of amphibious nature,
That trims betwixt the land and water,
And leaves his mother in the lurch,
To fide with rebels 'gainst the church!'
Some cry for penal laws," inftead
Of" pudding-pies, and ginger-bread :"

And fome, for "brooms, old boots, and fhoes,"
Roar out,
"God blefs our commons houfe!
Some bawl the votes" about the town,
And wish they'd "vote diffenters down."
Instead of kitchen-ftuff," fome cry,
"Confound the late whig-ministry!"
And fome, for " any chairs to mend,"
The commons late addrefs commend.
Some for "old gowns for china ware,”
Exclaim against
66 extempore prayer:"

And

And fome for "old fuits, cloaks, or ccats,"
Cry, "D-n your preachers without notes!"
He that cries coney-fkins, or onions,"
Blames toleration of opinions,"
Blue- apron whores, that fit with furmety,
Rail at" occafional conformity."
Instead of "cucumbers to pickle,"
Some cry aloud, "No conventicle !"
Masons, instead of "building houses,”

To build the church," would ftarve their spouses,
And gladly leave their trades, for ftorming
The meeting-houfes, or informing.

Bawds, ftrumpets, and religion-haters,
Pimps, pandars, atheifts, fornicators,

Rogues, that, like Falftaff, fcarce know whether
A church's infide 's ftone or leather,

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

"Temperat horis ?

"Unde nil majus generatur ipso,

"Nec viget quicquam fimile aut fecundum."

HORAT.