VERSE S,

OCCASIONED BY A COMPARISON WHICH WAS MADE

BETWEEN A YOUNG † LADY OF QUALITY,

OF DISTINGUISHED BEAUTY AND MERIT,

AND MISS LAWRENCE.

ASPASIA, Laura, lovely pair!

Each with love's fires the bofom warm,
Both tender, virtuous, young and fair,
But yet by different means they charm.

Afpafia, birth and titles grace,

Yet is the humble, mild and free; While Laura's ftem no heralds trace, Yet every look has majesty.

When blushes paint Afpafia's face,
Befpeaking modesty and sense,
We almost think a court the place
To feek for conscious innocence.

When awful grace and dignity,
In low-born Laura's eye we find,
We then confess to no degree

True grace and greatnefs are confin'd.

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Afpafia,

Lady D. S--

Afpafia, every tongue muft own,
Adds luftre e'en to princely state;
While Laura proves (though fortune frown)
I hat merit needs not to be great.

Though blefs'd with ev'ry charm and grace,
Afpafia, grieve not then to fee

A lowly maid, in mind and face,
Nam'd thus a rival e'en to thee.

And, Laura, thou this leffon hear,
That gentleft manners may be found,
E'en in the high-exalted fair,

Whom pomp and vanity furround.

THE NAIAD OF BATH.

TO COLONEL S-----.

EAR col'nel, you enjoin'd the task,
An eafy one for you to afk,

As eafy me to grant;
For where both join in sympathy,

'Tis very easy to agree,

To feek what both we want.

You bid me fing a hymn to health,
For what are talents, titles, wealth,

Without her favours bleft?

Come,

Come, goddess, come, propitious hear,
In all thy rofy trim appear,

And lull our pains to rest.

I fung;-the goddess heard my prayer,
And faid, "To Avon's banks repair,
"Where Bladud's waters flow;
"There have I plac'd a lovely maid,
"Lawrence, fair miftrefs of my trade,
"And fubftitute below."

-But, oh! ye invalids beware

How

you approach the pump! for there
Cupid in ambush lies;

There, while her hands deal health around,
The wanton rogue is fure to wound,

And kills us through her eyes.

But what kind caution e'er could fave,
From her fweet chains, the willing flave,
As we too fondly know;
The god at random lanc'd a dart,

Which wounded you quite through the heart,
And me from head to toe.

A NEW TALE

GRAFTED ON AN OLD STORY.

THRO' Moorfields, at the peep of day,
A troop of sportsment took their way;
In ruftic state they rode along,

A ranting, purfc-proud, thoughtless throng,
With modifh nabs, and tight furtouts,

And bright fpring fpurs, and jemmy boots;
Thefe in the foremost ranks appear;
Falc'ners, hawks, dogs, compose the rear.

A bedlamite, by chance let out,
With gaping grin admir'd the rout;
And when the cava cade had pass'd,
Beckon'd and bawl'd to ftop the last.—
"Good friend (faid he) pray let me know
"What means this fort of raree show,
"And who's yon green coat riding there,
"That cracks his whip with fuch an air;
"Is he your brother? fure he is;
"For you're much like in drefs and phyz."

No, he's our 'fquire (reply'd the other) But loves me better than a brother:

And

And well he may, for ne'er a man
Could train his falcons as I can :
This, on my hand, tho' lately made,
Is quite a master of his trade,

And fhews more fenfe, if I may fay't,
Than all yon folks have in their pate:
'Tis that has brought them all together,
To try his blood, this charming weather.

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"Well (faid the firft) and pray what hire "May you have yearly from the 'fquire ?”

A fcore (faid he) of yellow boys,
Befides fome other cafual toys;

A waistcoat lac'd, unfoil'd and clever,
Or ruffled shirts as whole as ever,
And oftentimes a lucky pounce

Tempts him to throw me half an ounce ;
Befides the best of meat and drink,
And all too little, you may think,
For the fatigue that I endure
In bringing young ones to the lure :
But fuch an ord'nary, you know,
Is no bad thing, as markets go.

"Has he a fon ?" rejoin'd the fool! Ay, but he's boarded out at fchool.

"What has his tutor by the "

As much as I, or very near.

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