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ECL OG U E..
HE Baffet-Table spread, the Tallier come; Why ftays Smilinda in the Dreffing-room? Rife, penfive Nymph; the Tallier waits for you.
Ah, Madam, fince my Sharper is untrue, joyless make my once ador'd Alpheu. I faw him ftand behind Ombrelia's Chair, And whisper with that foft, deluding air, And thofe feign'd fighs which cheat the liftening Fair.
Is this the caufe of your romantic strains?
Is that the grief, which you compare with mine? With ease, the fmiles of Fortune I refign: Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone, Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.
A lover loft, is but a common care;
And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare: The Knave of Clubs thrice loft: Oh! who could guess This fatal stroke, this unforeseen Distress?
See Betty Lovet! very
She all the cares of Love and Play does know:
Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want fome Tea.
Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought,
This Snuff-box,-once the pledge of Sharper's love, When rival beauties for the Present ftrove; At Corticelli's he the Raffle won; Then firft his Paffion was in public shown: Hazardia blufh'd, and turn'd her head afide, A Rival's envy (all in vain) to hide.
This Snuff-box,-on the Hinge fee Brilliants fhine!
Alas! far leffer loffes than I bear,
But ah! what aggravates the killing smart,
Wretch that I was! how often have I swore,
How many Maids have Sharper's vows deceiv'd! How many curs'd the moment they believ'd! Yet his known Falfehoods could no Warning prove: Ah! what is Warning to a Maid in Love?
But of what marble must that breast be form'd, 75 To gaze on Baffet, and remain unwarm'd? When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are fet in decent rank; Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting Bank, Guineas, Half-guineas, all the fhining train; The Winner's pleasure, and the Loser's pain: In bright Confufion open Rouleaus lie, They ftrike the Soul, and glitter in the Eye. Fir'd by the fight, all reason I disdain; My Paffions rife, and will not bear the rein. Look upon Baffet, you who reafon boast; And fee if reafon muft not there be loft.
What more than marble must that heart compose, Can hearken coldly to my Sharper's Vows? Then, when he trembles! when his Blushes rife ! When awful Love feems melting in his Eyes! With eager beats his Mechlin Cravat moves: He loves,-I whisper to myself, he loves! Such unfeign'd Paffion in his looks appears, I lose my Memory of my former Fears; My panting heart confeffes all his charms, I yield at once, and fink into his arms.
Think of that moment, you who Prudence boast;
At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play, Some Dukes at Marybone bowl Time away. But who the Bowl, or rattling Dice compares To Baffet's heavenly Joys, and pleafing Cares?
Soft Simplicetta doats upon a Beau; Prudina likes a Man, and laughs at Show. Their several graces in my Sharper meet; Strong as the Footman, as the Master sweet.
Cease your contention, which has been too long;