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BISHOP by his neighbours hated
TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT.
- SENT ON HER BIRTH-DAY, JUNE 15.
O, be thou blest with all that Heaven can send,
Let joy or ease, let affluence or content,
Let day improve on day, and year on year,
BY A PERSON OF QUALITY *.
SAID to my heart, between sleeping and waking, Thou wild thing, that always art leaping or aching, What black, brown, or fair, in what clime, in what,
nation, By turns has not taught thee a pit-2-pat-ation? Thus accus'd, the wild thing gave this sober reply: See the heart without motion, tho' Celia pass by! Not the beauty she has, or the wit that she borrows, Gives the eye any joys, or the heart any sorrows. When our Sappho appears, she whose wit's so refin'd, I am forc'd to applaud with the rest of mankind; Whatever she says, is with spirit and fire ; Ev'ry word I attend; but I only admire. Prudentia as vainly would put in her claim, Ever gazing on Heaven, tho' man is her aim: "Tis love, not devotion, that turns up her eyes: Those stars of this world are too good for the skies.
The earl of Peterborough. H.
But Cloe so lively, so easy, so fair,
Of all the girls that e'er were seen,
There's none so fine as Nelly,
And what's not fit to tell ye:
Of lovely dearest Nelly!
Had she ne'es pass'd by Calai,..
(Invited by her cousins)
Kill'd Frenchmen by whole dozens ;
Did beckon to his hussar,
For charming Nell to buss her.
To see her sp respected :
And puss her tail erected.
But not a man did look employ,
Except on pretty Nelly :
Ahl qu'elle est bien jolie!
That carefully looks a'ter?
The fair one is his daughter.
He on his child does leer too;
What some papas will here do. The courtiers all with one accord
Broke out in Nelly's praises, Admir'd her rose, and lys sans farde
(Which are your termes françoises.) Then might you see a painted ring
Of dames ihat stood by Nelly: She, like the pride of all the spring,
And they like fleurs de palais. In Marli's gardens, and St. Clou,
I saw this charming Nelly, Where shameless nymphs, expos'd to view,
Stand naked in each alley : But Venus had a brazen face,
Both at Versailles and Meudon, Or else she had resign'd her place,
And left the stone she stood on. Were Nelly's figure mounted there,
"Twould put down all th’ Italian : Lord! how those foreigners would stare!
But I should turn Pygmalion:
Me nothing can delight so,
Her left toe apd her right toe.
ODE FOR MUSICK.
ON THE LONGITUDE.
The longitude miss'd on
So Ditton and Whiston
Sing Ditton and Whiston,
And Whiston and Ditton, Besh-t and bep-st on,
Bep-st and besh-t on.