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Beauty and Wit, too fad a Truth,
Have always been confin'd to Youth;
The God of Wit, and Beauty's Queen,
He Twenty-one, and she Fifteen :
No Poet ever sweetly sung,
Unless he were like Pbæbus, young;
Nor ever Nymph inspir'd to rhyme,
Unless like Venus, in her Prime.
At Fifty-six, if this be true,
Am I a Poet fit for you?
Or at the Age of Forty-three
Are you a Subject fit for me?
Adieu bright Wit, and radiant Eyes ;
You must be grave, and I be wise.
Our Fate in vain we would oppose,
But I'll be still your Friend in Prose;
Esteem and Friendship to express,
Will not require Poetick Dress;
And if the Muse deny her Aid
To have them fung, they may be said.
BUT, Stella fay, what evil Tongue
Reports you are no longer young ?
That Time fits with his Scythe to mow,
Where erst sate Cupid with his Bow;
That half your Locks are turn’d to gray:
I'll ne'er believe a Word they say.
'Tis true, but let it not be known,
My Eyes are somewhat dimmish grown:
For Nature, always in the Right,
To your Decays adapts my Sight;
And Wrinkles undistinguish'd pass,
For I'm alham'd to use a Glass;
And, 'till I see them with these Eyes,
Whoever says you have them, lyes.
No Length of Time can make you quit,
Honour and Virtue, Sense and Wit;
Thus you may still be young to me,
While I can better bear than see :
Oh, ne'er may Fortune shew her Spight,
To make me deaf, and mend my Sight.
A quiet LIFE, and a good NAME.
To a FRIEND who married a SHREW.
Written about the Year 1724.
NELL scolded in fo loud a Din,
That Will durst hardly venture in:
He mark'd the Conjugal Dispute ;
Nell roar'd incessant, Dick fat mute :
But, when he saw his Friend appeat,
Cry'd bravely, Patience, good my Dear,
At Sight of Will the bawld no more,
But hurry'd out, and clapt the Door..
Why Dick! the Devil's in thy Nell,
Quoth Will; thy House is worse than Hell:
Why, what a Peal the Jade has rung!
Damn her, why don't you sit her Tongue ?
For nothing else will make it cease:
Dear Will, I suffer this for Peace ;
I never quarrel with my Wife;
I bear it for a quiet Life.
Scripture, you know, exhorts us to it;
Bids us to seek Peace and ensue it.
WILL went again to visit Dick; And ent’ring in the very Nick, He saw Virago Nell belabour, With Dick's own Staff, his peaceful Neighbour. Poor Will, who needs must interpose, Receiv'd a Brace or two of Blows.
BUT, now, to make my Story short ;
Will drew out Dick to take a Quart.
Why Dick, thy Wife has dev’lish Whims;
Odos-buds, why don't you break her Limbs ?
If she were mine, and had such Tricks,
I'd teach her how to handle Sticks:
zds, I would ship her to Jamaica,
And truck the Carrion for Tobacco ;
I'd send her far enough away-
Dear Will; but, what would People say?
Lord! I should get so ill a Name,
The Neighbours round would cry out, Shame.
DICK suffer'd for his Peace and Credit ;
But, who believ'd him when he said it?
Can he who makes himself a Slave,
Consult his Peace, or Credit fave?
Dick found it by his ill Success,
His Quiet small, his Credit less.
She serv'd him at the usual Rate;
She stun'd, and then she broke his Pate.
And, what he thought the hardest Case,
The Parish jeer'd him to his Face ;
Those Men who wore the Breeches least,
Callid him a Cuckold, Fool, and Beast.
At home, he was pursu'd with Noise;
Abroad, was perter'd by the Boys.
Within, his Wife would break his Bones,
Without, they pelted him with Stones :
The 'Prentices procur'd a Riding,
To act his Patience, and her Chiding.
False Patience, and mistaken Pride! There are ten thousand Dicks beside ; Slaves to their Quiet and good Name, Are us'd like Dick, and bear the Blame.
About nine or ten Years ago, fome ingenious Gentle
men, Friends to the Author, used to entertain themselves with writing Riddles, and send them to him and their other Acquaintance ; Copies of which ran about, and some of them were printed both bere and in England. The Author, at bis leisure Hours, fell into the same Amusement ; although it be said, that he thought them of no great Merit, Entertainment, or Use. However, by the Advice of some Persons, for whom the Author hath a great Esteem, and who were pleased to send us the Copies, we have ventured to print the fere following, as we bave done two or three before, and which are allowed to be genuine ; because, we are informed, that several good Judges have a Taste for such Kind of Compositions.
Written in the Year 1724.
N Youth exalted high in Air,
Or bathing in the Waters fair ; Nature to form me took Delight, And clad my Body all in White : My Person tall, and nender Waist, On either Side with Fringes grac'd;