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,

To keep the earth in due obedience,
Resolved to substitute vice-regents;
To canton out her subject lands,
And give the fairest the commands.

She spoke, and to the earth's far borders Young Cupid issued out his orders, That every nymph in its dimensions Shall bring or send up her pretensions. Like lightning swift the order flies, Or swifter glance from Celia's eyes: Like wit from sparkling Wtley's tongue; Or harmony from Pope, or Young. Why should I sing what letters came; Who boasts her face, or who her frame? From black and brown, and red, and fair, With eyes and teeth, and lips and hair. One, fifty hidden charms discovers; A second boasts as many lovers: This beauty all mankind adore; And this all women envy more. This witnesses, by billets doux, A thousand praises, and all true; While that by jewels makes pretences To triumph over kings and princes; Bribing the goddess by that pelf, By which she once was bribed herself. So borough towns, election brought on. Ere yet corruption bill was thought on. Sir Knight, to gain the voters' favour, Boasts of his former good behaviour; Of speeches in the Senate made; Love for its country, and its trade. And, for a proof of zeal unshaken, Distributes bribes he once had taken. What matters who the prizes gain, In India, Italy, or Spain;

Or who requires the brown commanders