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This dreaded satirist Dennis will confess
Ofgentle blood (part shed in Honour's cause,
P. Their own; And better got than Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age : No couits he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dared an oath, nor hazarded a lie. Unlearn’d, he knew no schoolman's subtle art, No language but the language of the heart. By nature honest, by experience wise, Healthy by temperance and by exercise ;
His life, though long, to sickness past unknown
A. Whether that blessing be denied or given, Thus far was right,--the rest belongs to Heaven,
[For the SATIRES, see page 4, vol. 37,
An Eclogue. CARDELIA, SMILINDA, LOVET. CARD. The basset-table spread, the tallier come, Why stays Smilinda in the dressing-room? Rise, pensive nymph! the tallier waits for you.
Smil. Ah, madam! since my Sharper is untrue, I joyless make my once adored Alpheu. I saw him stand behind Ombrelia's chair, And whisper with that soft deluding air, [fair. And those feign'd sighs which cheat the listening
CARD. Is this the cause of your romantic strains ? A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains : As
you by love, so I by fortune cross'd; One, one bad deal, three septlevas have lost.
Smil. Is that the grief which you compare with With ease the smiles of fortune I resign: (mine? Would all my gold in one bad deal were gone, Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.
CARD. A lover lost is but a common care, And prudent nymphs against that change prepare: The knave of clubs thrice lost; oh! who could
Smil. See Betty Lovet! very à-propos,
Dear Betty shall the' important point decide;
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 penn'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 scissars shine, The metal and the workmanship divine. SMIL. 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: Hazardia blush'd, and turn’d her head aside, A rival's envy (all in vain) to hide. This snuff-box-on the hinge see brilliants shine, This snuff-box 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
smart, The cruel thought that stabs me to the heart;
This cursed Ombrelia, this undoing fair,
favourite lover's heart. CARD. Wretch that I was, how often have I
When Winnall tallied, I would punt no more! I know the bite, yet to my
run, And see the folly which I cannot shun. Smil. 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? (form’d,
CARD. But of what marble must that breast be To gaze on basset and remain unwarm’d? When kings, queens, knaves, are setin decentrank, 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,
who reason boast, And see if reason must not there be lost.