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Ah, Madam, since my SHARPER is untrue,
Is that the grief which you compare with mine?
See BETTY LOVET! very à propos,
Tell, tell your griefs ; attentive will I stay, Tho' Time is precious, and I want some Tea.
Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought, With Fifty Guineas (a great Pen’worth) bought. 30 See on the tooth-pick, 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 Scissors shine; 35 The Metal, and the Workmanship, divine !
This Snuff-Box,-once the pledge of SHARPER'S
love, When rival beauties for the Present strove ; At Corticellis he the Ruffle won ; Then first his Passion was in public shewn: 40 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.
Alas ! far lesser losses than I bear,
In complaisance, I took the Queen he gave ;
But ah! what aggravates the killing smart, The cruel thought, that stabs me to the heart; This curs'd OMBRELIA, this undoing Fair, 55 By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear; She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears, She owes to me the very charms she wears. An aukward Thing, when first she came to Town ; Her shape unfashioned, and her Face unknown : 60 She was my friend ; I taught her first to spread Upon her sallow cheeks enliv’ning red : I introduc'd her to the Park and Plays; And by my intrest, Cozens made her Stays. Ungrateful wretch, with mimick airs grown pert, 65 She dares to steal my Fav'rite Lover's heart.
CARDELIA. Wretch that I was, how often have I swore, , When WINNALL tally’d, I would punt no more? I know the Bite, yet to my Ruin run; And see the Folly, which I cannot shun. 70
How many Maids have SHARPER's vows deceiv'd? How many curs'd the moment they believ'd ? Yet his known falsehoods could no warning prove : Ah! what is warning to a Maid in Love?
CARDELIA. But of what marble must that breast be form'd, To gaze on Basset, and remain unwarm'd ? 76 When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are set in decent rank; Expos'd 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. Fir'd by the sight, all Reason I disdain ; My Passions rise, and will not bear the rein. Look upon Basset, you who reason boast; 85 And see if Reason must not there be lost.
SMILINDA. What more than marble must that heart compose, Can hearken coldly to my SHARPER's Vows? Then, when he trembles ! when his blushes rise ! When awful Love seems melting in his eyes !
90 With eager beats his Mechlin Cravat moves : He Loves,–) whisper to myself, He Loves ! Such unfeign’d Passion in his Looks appears, I lose all mem’ry of my former Fears ; My panting heart confesses all his charms, 95 I yield at once, and sink into his arms : Think of that moment, you who Prudence boast ; For such a moment, Prudence well were lost.
At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play, Some Dukes at Mary-Bone bowl Time away
100 But who the Bowl, or rattling Dice compares To Basset's heavenly Joys, and pleasing Cares?
SHARPER meet ;
Cease your contention, which has been too long;
SMILINDA's Side ; 110
Gay wrote a Quaker's Eclogue, and Swift a Footman's Ec-