LXXXIII.

THE ANTIQUARIAN'S REPLY.

Damn it! cries Hearne, in furious fret; Whate'er I learn, you'll soon forget.

LXXXIV.

GRATEFUL FOR THE PAST.

False though she be to me and love,

I'll ne'er pursue revenge:
For still the charmer I approve,

Tho' I deplore her change.

In hours of bliss we oft have met;
They could not always last:
And tho' the present I regret,
I'm thankful for the past.

LXXXV.

NATURAL POLITENESS.

Saunt'ring with merry Jack of late

We spy'd an odd triumvirate;

Two, almost as the Saxon tall,

The third, like Esop, crook'd and small:
The tall their parting congee's made,
The pigmy ne'er declin'd his head :
Says I, that dwarf no manners shews;
You err, cries Jack, he always bows.

LXXXVI.

ON GREAT AFFLICTIONS.

One comfort from the greatest ills we gain, The less can never give our breast a pain, Distract our thought, or discompose our heart, Or suffer fate to throw a second dart.

Just so, the martial trumpet's weaker sound, The louder noise of bursting thunders drown'd, Nor does the stars' expiring light appear,

When the day opens, and the sun is near.

LXXXVII.

ON A SIGHT AT LAMBETH.

While bunters, attending the archbishop's door,
Accosted each other with cheat, bitch, and whore;
I noted the drabs, and considering the place,
Concluded 'twas plain that they wanted his grace.

LXXXVIII.

ON A FAMOUS PHYSICIAN BEING CALLED OUT OF

CHURCH.

WHILST holy pray'rs to heav'n were made,
One soon was heard, and answer'd too;
Save us from sudden death, was said,

And strait from Church Sir John withdrew.

LXXXIX.

THE TOPERS.

Pale faces, stand by, and our bright ones adore;
We look like our wine, and you worse than our score;

Come, let's light up our pimples; all art we outshine, When the jolly god paints, then each stroke is divine; Clean glasses our pencils; old claret, our oil;

He that sits for his picture, must sit a good while.

XC.

DR. ALDRICH'S FIVE REASONS FOR DRINKING.

Good wine a friend ;-or, being dry ;

Or, lest we should be bye and bye ;—

Or, any other reason why.

XCI.

JEALOUSY.

How much are they deceiv'd who vainly strive,
By jealous fears to, keep our flames alive!

Love's like a torch, which, if secur'd from blasts
Will faintlier burn; but then it longer lasts.
Expos'd to storms of jealousy, and doubt,

The flame grows greater, but 'tis sooner out.

XCII.

AMORET CHARACTERIZED.

Coquet and airy at once her air,

Both study'd, tho' both seem neglected; Careless she is with artful care,

Affecting, to seem unaffected.

With skill her eyes dart every glance,

Yet change so soon, you'd ne'er suspect them; For she'd persuade they wound by chance,

Tho' certain aim and art direct them.

She likes herself, yet others hates,

For that which in herself she prizes ; And while she laughs at them, forgets She is the thing that she despises.

XCIII.

THE EXECRATION.

Well then! since deaf to all I've said,

You're coy as at the first,

Die with the odium of a maid ;

Can you be more accurst?