ANOTHER. MY deareft fpoufe, that thou and I May fhun the fear which first should die, That neither may at laft furvive, Ο Ν ARQUE ÄN ASS A O F COLOPHO S. AR RQUEÄNASSA's charms infpire Age, its feeble spite difplaying, Vainly wrinkles all her face, ON 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 false"-But why must I endure This naufeous plague, and her revenge procure? What though the ask?-How happy were my doom, Should all the difcontented wives of Rome Repair in crowds to me, when fcorn'd at home! "'Tis war," fhe fays, "if I refufe 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 swear 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 shout. 66 The mouse-trap men lay fave-alls by, That trims betwixt the land and water, To fide with rebels 'gainst the church! cry for "penal laws," instead Of" pudding-pies, and ginger-bread :" And some, for “brooms, old boots, and shoes," Roar out, And And fome for "old fuits, cloaks, or coats," To build the church," would ftarve their spouses, Bawds, ftrumpets, and religion-haters, Pimps, pandars, atheifts, fornicators, Rogues, that, like Falftaff, fcarce know whether Yet join the parsons 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 |