CXXXVI.

Here Aretin interr'd doth lie,

Whose satire lash'd both high and low : His God alone it spar'd; and why?

His God, he said, he did not know.

CXXXVII.

I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
To stand, or go;-if he says true, he lies.

CXXXVIII.

Happy the youth who can but see
Thy beauty's form; yet happier he
Who hangs enamour'd on thy song,
And drinks the musick of thy tongue :
Almost a god is he who sips
The balmy nectar of thy lips;
But oh! to whom you all resign,
Is quite immortal and divine.

CXXXIX.

When Jack was poor, the lad was frank and free; Of late he's grown brim full of pride and pelf: No wonder that he don't remember me;

Why so you see he has forgot himself.

CXL.

Kind Kitty kiss'd her husband with these words,

Mine own sweet Will, how dearly do I love thee! If true, quoth Will, the world no such affords ; And that 'tis true, I dare his warrant be.

For ne'er heard I of woman, good or ill,
But always dearly lov'd her own sweet Will.

CXLI.

I know the thing that's most uncommon :
Envy, be silent, and attend!

I know a reasonable woman,

Handsome and witty, yet a friend.
Not warp'd by passion, aw'd by rumour,

Not grave through pride, nor gay through folly, An equal mixture of good humour,

And sensible, soft, melancholy.

Has she no faults then, (Malice says) Sir?

Yes, she has one, I must aver;

When all the world conspires to praise her,
The woman's deaf, and does not hear.

CXLII.

Lucia thinks happiness consists in state;
She weds an idiot; but she eats on plate.

CXLIII.

Jack eating rotten cheese did say,
Like Sampson, I my thousands slay :
I vow, quoth Roger, so you do,
And with the self-same weapon too.

CXLIV.

Give me, great monarch, pounds five score,
For meat and books-I ask no more.
Or-keep the books, and give me meat-
For some folks read, but all must eat.

CXLV.

Ancient Phyllis has new graces;
'Tis a strange thing, but a true one;
Shall I tell you how?

She herself makes her own faces,

And each morning wears a new one :
Where's the wonder now?

CXLVI.

To John I ow'd great obligation;
But John unhappily thought fit

To publish it to all the nation :

Sure John and I are more than quit.

CXLVII.

Cry'd Strephon panting in Cosmelia's arms,
I die, bright nymph, I die amidst your charms!
"Alas! cheer up, poor youth," said she,
Dissolv'd in amorous pain;

"All flesh must die, by Fate's decree,
"Ere it can rise again."

CXLVIII.

Chloe, a jilt while in her prime,
The vainest, ficklest thing alive,
(Behold the strange effects of time !)
Marries and doats at forty-five.

Thus weather cocks, which for a while
Have turn'd about with every blast,
Grown old, and destitute of oil,

Rust to a point, and fix at last.

CXLIX.

On seeing a Miser at a Concert in Spring Gardens.

Musick has charms to soothe the savage breast,
To calm the tyrant, and relieve th' opprest:
But Vaux-Hall's concerts' more attractive pow'r
Unlock'd Sir Richard's pocket at three score :
O strange effect of musick's matchless force,
T'extract two shillings from a miser's purse!

CL.

In merry old England it once was a rule,

The king had his poet, and also his fool:

But now we're so frugal, I'd have you to know it, That Cibber can serve both for fool and for poet.

CLI.

My heart still hovering round about you,
I thought I could not live without you;
Now we've liv'd three months asunder,
How I liv'd with you is the wonder.

CLII.

Says Pontius in rage, contradicting his wife, "You never yet told me one truth in your life;" Vext Pontia could no wise this thesis allow, "You're a cuckold," says she, "do I tell you truth

now?"

CLIII.

On a set of bad Dancers.

How ill the motion with the musick suits;
Thus Orpheus fiddled, and thus danc'd the brutes.