(At CORTICELLI's he the raffle won,
There first his paffion was in publick shown.)
HAZARDIA blush'd, and turn'd her head afide,
Her rival's envy all in vain to hide.

This fnuff-box-on the hinge fee diamonds shine;
This fnuff-box will I ftake, the prize is mine.
CARDELIA.

Alas! far fmaller loffes than I bear,
Have made a foldier figh, a lover swear:
But oh! what makes the disappointment hard,
'Twas my own lord who drew the fatal card!--
In complaifance I took the queen he gave,

Tho'
my own fecret wifh was for the knave:
The knave won fon ecart that I had chofe,
And the next pull my Septleva I lofe.

SMILINDA.

But ah! what aggravates the killing smart,
The cruel thought that ftabs me to the heart,
This curs'd OMBRELIA, this undoing fair,
By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear,
She, at whofe 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 unfashion'd, and her face unknown;
She was my friend, I taught her firft to spread
Upon her fallow cheeks enlivening red;
I introduc'd her to the park and plays,
And by my int'reft Cosins made her stays.

VOL. I.

G.

Un

Ungrateful wretch! with mimick airs grown pert,
She dares to steal my favourite lover's heart.

CARDELIA.

Wretch that I was! how often have I swore,
When WINNALL tallied, I would punt no more!
I know the bite, yet to my ruin run,
And fee the folly which I cannot shun.
SMILINDA.

How many maids have SHARPER'S VOWs deceiv'd!
How many curs'd the moment they believ'd!
Yet his known falfhood could no warning prove :
Ah! what are warnings to a maid in love!

CARDELIA.

But of what marble must that breast be form'd,
To gaze on Baffette, 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 lofer's pain,
In bright confufion open rouleaus lie,
They ftrike the foul, 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 Baffette, you who reafon boast,
And see if reason may not there be loft!

SMILINDA.

What more than marble must that breast compose,

That liftens coldly to my SHARPER'S VOWS!

Then

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 look appears,
I lofe all mem'ry 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!
For fuch a moment, prudence well were loft.
CARDELIA.

At the groom-porter's, batter'd bullies play;
Some dukes at Marybon bowl time away!

But who the bowl or rattling dice

compares

To Baffette's heavenly joys and pleafing cares?
SMILINDA.

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.

LOVEIT.

Ceafe your contention, which has been too long,
I grow impatient, and the tea grows strong :
Attend, and yield to what I now decide;
The equipage fhall grace SMILINDA's fide;
The fnuff-box to CARDELIA I decree;
So leave complaining, and begin your tea.

FRIDA Y.

The TOLETTE.

LYDIA.

OW twenty fprings had cloth'd the park with green,
Since LYDIA knew the bloffoms of fifteen

No lovers now her morning hours moleft;

And catch her at her toilette half undrest.
The thund'ring knocker wakes the street no more,
Nor chairs, nor coaches crowd the filent door
Nor at the window all her mornings pass,
Or at the dumb devotion of her glafs :
Reclin'd upon her arm fhe penfive fate,
And curs'd th' inconftancy of man too late.

"Oh youth! O fpring of life for ever lost!
"No more my name shall reign the fav'rite toast
"On glass no more the diamond grave my name,
"And lines mif-fpelt record my lover's flame :
"Nor fhall fide-boxes watch my wand'ring eyes,

"And, as they catch the glance, in rows arise "With humble bows; nor white glov'd beaus encroach "In crowds behind, to guard me to my coach.

"What shall I do to spend the hateful day ?

?

"At chapel fhall I wear the morn away
"Who there appears at these unmodish hours,
"But ancient matrons with their frizled tow'rs,

"And

"And grey religious maids ? my presence there "Amidft that fober train, would own despair; "Nor am I yet fo old, nor is my glance

As yet fix'd wholly on devotions trance.

"Strait then I'll drefs, and take my wonted range
"Thro' India shops, to Motteux's, or the Change,
"Where the tall jar erects its ftately pride,
"With antick shapes in China's azure dy'd ;
"There careless lies a rich brocade unroll'd,
"Here shines a cabinet with burnish'd gold.
"But then, alas! I must be forc'd to pay,
"And bring no penn'orths, not a fan away!
"How am I curs'd, unhappy and forlorn!
"My lover's triumph, and my fex's fcorn!
"Falfe is the pompous grief of youthful heirs ;
"Falfe are the loofe coquet's inveigling airs;

"Falfe is the crafty courtier's plighted word;

"False are the dice, when gamefters ftamp the board; "False is the sprightly widow's publick tear;

“Yet these to DAMON's oaths are all fincere.

"For what young flirt, base man, am I abus'd?

"To please your wife am I unkindly us'd;

'Tis true, her face may boast the peach's bloom; "But does her nearer whisper breathe prefume? "I own her taper shape is form'd to please ; "But don't you fee her unconfin'd by stays? "She doubly to fifteen may claim pretence; Alike we read it in her face and sense.