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Left my loved citadel of beauty,
With none but Sancho upon duty!
Did I for this a num'rous band

Of loves send under thy command!
Bid thee still have her in thy sight,
And guard her beauties day and night!
Were not th' Hesperian gardens taken?
The hundred eyes of Argus shaken?
What dangers will not men despise,
T'obtain this much superior prize?

And didst thou trust what Jove hath charm'd,
To a poor sentinel unarmed?

A

gun indeed the wretch had got,
But neither powder, ball, nor shot.
Come tell me, urchin, tell no lies;
Where was you hid, in Vince's eyes?
Did you fair Bennet's breast importune?
(I know you dearly love a fortune.)"
Poor Cupid now began to whine:
"Mamma, it was no fault of mine.
I in a dimple lay perdue,

That little guard-room chose by you.
A hundred loves (all arm'd) did grace
The beauties of her neck and face;
Thence, by a sigh, I dispossess'd,
Was blown to Harry Fielding's breast;
Where I was forced all night to stay,
Because I could not find my way.
But did mamma know there what work
I've made, how acted like a Turk;
What pains, what torments he endures,
Which no physician ever cures,

She would forgive." The goddess smiled,
And gently chuck'd her wicked child,
Bid him go back, and take more care,
And give her service to the fair.

TO THE SAME

ON HER WISHING TO HAVE A LILIPUTIAN TO PLAY WITH

Is there a man who would not be,
My Celia, what is prized by thee?
A monkey beau, to please thy sight,
Would wish to be a monkey quite.
Or (couldst thou be delighted so)
Each man of sense would be a beau.
Courtiers would quit their faithless skill,
To be thy faithful dog Quadrille.
P-lt-y, who does for freedom rage,
Would sing confined within thy cage;
And W-lp-le, for a tender pat,
Would leave his place to be thy cat.
May I, to please my lovely dame,
Be five foot shorter than I am;
And, to be greater in her eyes,
Be sunk to Lilliputian size.
While on thy hand I skipp'd the dance,
How I'd despise the king of France!
That hand! which can bestow a store
Richer than the Peruvian ore,
Richer than India, or the sea,
(That hand will give yourself away).
Upon your lap to lay me down,
Or hide in plaitings of your gown;
Or on your shoulder sitting high,
What monarch so enthroned as I!
Now on the rosy bud I'd rest,

Which borrows sweetness from thy breast;
Then when my Celia walks abroad,
I'd be her pocket's little load:
Or sit astride, to frighten people,
Upon her hat's new-fashioned steeple.

These for the day; and for the night,
I'd be a careful, watchful sprite;
Upon her pillow sitting still,

I'd guard her from th' approach of ill.
Thus (for afraid she could not be
Of such a little thing as me)

While I survey her bosom rise,
Her lovely lips, her sleeping eyes,
While I survey, what to declare
Nor fancy can, nor words must dare,
Here would begin my former pain,
And wish to be myself again.

SIMILES

TO THE SAME

As wildest libertines would rate,
Compared with pleasure, an estate;
Or as his life a hero'd prize,

When honour claim'd the sacrifice;
Their souls as strongest misers hold,
When in the balance weigh'd with gold;
Such, was thy happiness at stake,
My fortune, life, and soul, I'd make.

THE PRICE

TO THE SAME

CAN there on earth, my Celia, be A price I would not pay for thee? Yes, one dear precious tear of thine Should not be shed to make thee mine.

HER CHRISTIAN NAME

TO THE SAME

A VERY good fish, very good way of selling
A very bad thing, with a little bad spelling,
Make the name by the parson and godfather given,
When a Christian was made of an angel from heaven.

TO THE SAME

HAVING BLAMED MR. GAY FOR HIS SEVERITY ON HER SEX

LET it not Celia's gentle heart perplex

That Gay severe hath satirized her sex;
Had they, like her, a tenderness but known,
Back on himself each pointed dart had flown.
But blame thou last, in whose accomplish'd mind
The strongest satire on thy sex we find.

AN EPIGRAM

THAT Kate weds a fool what wonder can be,
Her husband has married a fool great as she.

ANOTHER

MISS MOLLY lays down as a positive rule,
That no one should marry for love, but a fool:
Exceptions to rules even Lilly allows;

Moll has sure an example at home in her spouse.

TO THE MASTER OF THE

SALISBURY ASSEMBLY

Occasioned by a dispute whether the company should have fresh

candles

TAKE your candles away, let your music be mute,

My dancing, however, you shall not dispute;

Jenny's eyes shall find light, and I'll find a flute.

THE CAT AND FIDDLE

TO THE

FAVOURITE CAT OF A FIDDLING MISER

THRICE happy cat, if, in thy A- House,
Thou luckily shouldst find a half-starved mouse;
The mice, that only for his music stay,
Are proofs that Orpheus did not better play.
Thou too, if danger could alarm thy fears,
Hast to this Orpheus strangely tied thy ears:
For oh! the fatal time will come, when he,
Prudent, will make his fiddle-strings of thee.

THE Queen of Beauty, t'other day
(As the Elysian journals say),
To ease herself of all her cares,
And better carry on affairs;
By privy-council moved above,
And Cupid minister of love,

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