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EPIGRAM.

ECAUSE the Tempter I for once withstood,

CELIA exclaims, I am not Flesh and Blood.

But no Experience teaches like one's own :

Would CELIA try me, fhe might change her Tone.

ANOTHER.

1ORNO, in deep Repentance, lately swore,

CORN

He'd fhun the Sight of Bawdy-house and Whore. What CORNO meant, his Wife is much to feek;

But owns, he has not been at home this Week,

DELIA

DELIA Triumphant. *

ER leffen'd Worship VENUS mourn'd:

HE

CUPID took up his Quiver :

Against the Foe fo fierce he burn'd,

He'd shoot her thro' the Liver.

How chang'd at Sight of DELIA's Charms

'Twas eafy to discover :

He gaz'd; he dropp'd th' unheeded Arms:

The Fury turn'd a Lover.

Thus did the God the Nymph intreat :

O Fairer than my

Mother!

Yield to be mine; fhe fhall commit

Her Vengeance to Another.

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* Poor CUPID has been so often disarmed, and stripp'd of all he was ever worth, by the Poets, in Favour of their Miftreffes, that there feem'd to be no way left of paying a Compli

Thine? DELIA cries-Vain, ftinglefs Brave!

I claim Thee, and thy Treafure:

Thy Darts my Prize; Thyself my Slave,
To guide them at my Pleasure.

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With that she feiz'd him by the Wing,

And bound him with her Garter: Nor would he break the fatal String, Refign'd her living Martyr.

The Spiteful Wag, e'er fince confin'd,

Refolves the most to make on't; And, SATAN-like, to all Mankind

Does Mischief for the Sake on't.

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ment to DELIA, worth her accepting, at the Expence of that little Deity, but by making her steal the Archer himself, as well as his Arrows.

THE

THE

BUTTON-HOLE:

AT A L

E. *

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S thro' the Street a Quaker chance'd to pass,

He stopp'd a Trull, to treat her with a Glafs. The grateful Wench presented, in return, A warmer Gift than he could then difcern: 'Twas not her Maidenhead, the Brethren say; But then, 'twas fomething likelier far to stay. This close Companion troubled fore the Friend, And made him go for Counsel, in the End. Your Cafe is defperate, and beyond my Art, (The Surgeon faid) except you lofe the Part:

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*Verfified at the Defire of a Friend, who ufed to rehearse

is in Profe.

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How! lose a Member? cry'd the Friend with Grief.-
You muft; or hope from Phyfick no Relief:
There's no compounding; inftantly comply,
Or-seriously prepare yourself to die.

All I poffefs to fave it I would give;

But fince my Life's at Stake, I chufe to live:
So use me gently, and perform thy Work.

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He faid: The Surgeon did it with a Jerk.
PRIM view'd with Tears his amputated Scut,
And noted well the Draw'r wherein 'twas put. 20
The Friend went ev'ry Morning to be dreft,
And drew this Draw'r one Day above the reft;
When, lo no less than fix, befides his own.-
He grinn'd, to think his Man was not alone;
And drily afk'd, For what they all were kept? 25
The Surgeon anfwer'd, like a true Adept,

A Dozen of them, shank'd, and finely wrought,
Will make a Sett of Buttons for my Coat:

Ver. 19. Scut.] Properly the Tail of a Hare or Coney Metaphorice, à magnitudine, & propinquitate loci.

Ver. 31. Moles.] A Mole, Talpa, Animal captum oculis, Pilos habens nigros & lubricos. Vid. Calepini Dict. Metaphoricè iterùm, à fimilitudine partium.