Breath'd heavenly measures;
The prince was in pain,

And could not contain,

While Thais was sitting beside him;
But, before all his peers,

Was for shaking the spheres,

Such goods the kind gods did provide him.
Grew bolder and bolder,

And cock'd up his shoulder,
Like the son of great Jupiter Ammon,
Till at length quite opprest,

He sunk on her breast,

And lay there as dead as a salmon.

O had I a voice that was stronger than steel, With twice fifty tongues to express what I feel, And as many good mouths, yet I never could utter All the speeches my Lord made to Lady Bunbutter! So polite all the time, that he ne'er touch'd a bit, While she ate up his rolls and applauded his wit: For they tell me that men of true taste, when they

Should talk a great deal, but they never should eat :
And if that be the fashion, I never will give
Any grand entertainment as long as I live:
For I'm of opinion 'tis proper to cheer
The stomach and bowels, as well as the ear.
Nor me did the charming concerto of Abel
Regale like the breakfast I saw on the table:
I freely will own I the muffins preferr'd
To all the genteel conversation I heard,

E'en though I'd the honour of sitting between My Lady Stuff-damask and Peggy Moreen, Who both flew to Bath in the nightly machine. Cries Peggy," This place is enchantingly pretty; "We never can see such a thing in the city: "You may spend all your life-time in Cateaton-street, "And never so civil a gentleman meet;

"You may talk what you please; you may search London through;

"You may go to Carlisle's, and to Almanac's too: "And I'll give you my head if you find such a host, "For coffee, tea, chocolate, butter, and toast: "How he welcomes at once all the world and his

wife,

"And how civil to folk he ne'er saw in his life!""These horns," cries my Lady, "so tickle one's ear, “Lard! what would I give that Sir Simon was here! "To the next public breakfast Sir Simon shall go, "For I find here are, folks one may venture to know: "Sir Simon would gladly his Lordship attend, "And my Lord would be pleased with so cheerful a friend."

So when we had wasted more bread at a breakfast Than the poor of our parish have ate for this week past, I saw, all at once, a prodigious great throng Come bustling, and rustling, and jostling along: For his Lordship was pleas'd that the company now To my Lady Bunbutter should curt'sy and bow: And my Lady was pleased too, and seem'd vastly proud

At once to receive all the thanks of a crowd:

And when, like Chaldeans, we all had ador'd
This beautiful image set up by my Lord,
Some few insignificant folk went away,

Just to follow th' employments and calls of the day;
But those who knew better their time how to spend,
The fiddling and dancing all chose to attend.
Miss Clunch and Sir Toby perform'd a Cotillion,
Just the same as our Susan and Bob the postillion;
All the while her mamma was expressing her joy,
That her daughter the morning so well could employ.
-Now why should the Muse, my dear mother, relate
The misfortunes that fall to the lot of the great?
As homeward we came-' 'tis with sorrow you'll hear
What a dreadful disaster attended the Peer:
For whether some envious god had decreed
That a Naiad should long to ennoble her breed;
Or whether his Lordship was charm'd to behold
His face in the stream, like Narcissus of old;
In handing old Lady Bumfidget and daughter,
This obsequious Lord tumbled into the water;
But a nymph of the flood brought him safe to the boat,
And I left all the ladies a-cleaning his coat.

Thus the feast was concluded, as far as I hear,
To the great satisfaction of all that were there.
O may he give breakfasts as long as he stays,
For I ne'er ate a better in all my born days.
In haste I conclude, &c. &c. &c.

SB-N-R-D.

Bath, 1766.

THE END.