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Fir'd by the fight, all Reason I difdain;
My Paffions rife, and will not bear the rein.
And fee if Reason must not there be loft.
What more than marble muft that heart com
Can hearken coldly to my SHARPER'S Vows?
At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play, Some DUKES at Mary-Bone bowl Time away. But who the Bowl, or rattl'ing Dice compares To Baffet's heav'nly Joys, and pleafing Cares?
Soft SIMPLICETTA doats upon
Ceafe your contention, which has been too long; I grow impatient, and the Tea's too ftrong. Attend, and yield to what I now decide; The Equipage fhall grace SMILINDA's Side: 110 The Snuff-Box to CARDELIA I decree, Now leave complaining, and begin your Tea.
Verbatim from BOILEAU.
Un Jour dit un Auteur, etc.
NCE (fays an Author, where I need not fay) an Two Trav❜lers found an Oyster in their way; Both fierce, both hungry; the dispute grew ftrong, While Scale in hand Dame Justice paft along. Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws, Explain'd the matter and would win the cause. Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful Right, Takes, opens, fwallows it, before their fight. The cause of ftrife remov'd fo rarely well, There take (fays Justice) take ye each a Shell. We thrive at Westminster on Fools like 'Twas a fat Oyster---Live in peace---Adieu.
ANSWER to the following Question of Mrs. Howe.
HAT IS PRUDERY?
'Tis a Beldam,
Seen with Wit and Beauty feldom.
Occafioned by fome Verses of his Grace the Duke of BUCK
USE, 'tis enough: at length thy labour
And thou fhalt live, for Buckingham commends.
And I and Malice from this hour are friends.