XIII. On Dr. Francis Atterbury, Bishop of Rochester, who died in exile at Paris, 1732. [His only daughter having expired in his arms, immediately after she arrived in France to se e him.] YES, DIALOGUE. SHE. we have liv'd---One pang, and then we part! May heav'n, dear Father! now have all thy heart. Yet, ah! how once we lov'd, remember still, Till you are dust like me. HE. Dear shade! I will: Then mix this dust with thine---O spotless ghost! Yes---Save my Country, Heav'n---He said, and dy'd. XIV. On Edmund Duke of Buckingham, who died in the nineteenth year of his age, 1735. F Ir modest youth, with cool reflection crown'd, Let day improve on day, and year on year, EPISTLE VIII. To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his birth-day, 1742. RESIGN'D to live, prepar'd to die, And Ireland, mother of sweet singers, Walk to his grave without reproach, 20 THE BASSET-TABLE. AN ECLOGUE. CARDELIA, SMILINDA, LOVET. CARDELIA. THE Basset-table spread, the tallier come, I saw him stand behind Ombrelia's chair, [fair. And those feign'd sighs which cheat the list'ning One, one bad deal, three Septlevas have lost. 10 SMIL. Is that the grief which you compare with With ease the smiles of Fortune I resign: [mine? Would all my gold in one bad deal were gone, Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone. CARD. A lover lost is but a common care, And prudent nymphs against that change prepare: The knave of clubs thrice lost; oh! who could guess This fatal stroke, this unforeseen distress? SMIL. See Betty Lovet! very a-propos, She all the cares of love and play does know: 51 20 HORACE'S SATIRES, EPISTLES, AND ODES, IMITATED. Page Advertisements, Book II. Satire I. To Mr. Fortescue, Book II. Satire II. To Mr. Bethel, 49,50 52 62 Book I. Epistle VII. imitated in the manner of SATIRES OF DR. JOHN DONNE, DEAN OF ST. PAUL'S, SMIL. But, ah! what aggravates the killing smart, The cruel thought that stabs me to the heart; This curs'd Ombrelia, this undoing fair, By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear; She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears, She owes to me the very charms she wears. An awkward thing, when first she came to town, Her shape unfashion'd, and her face unknown: She was my friend; I taught her first to spread Upon her sallow cheeks enliv'ning red; 55 60 I introduc'd her to the Park and plays, CARD. Wretch that I was, how often have I swore, 70 SMIL. How many maids have Sharper's wows des How many curs'd the moment they believ'd? [ceiv'd? Yet his known falsehoods could no warning prove; Ah! what is warning to a maid in love. 74 CARD. But of what marble must that breast be To gaze on Basset and remain unwarm'd? [form❜d, When kings, queens, knaves, are set in decent rank, Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting bank, Guineas, half-guineas, all the shìning train, The winner's pleasure, and the loser's pain: In bright confusion open rouleaus lie, They strike the soul, and glitter in the eye. 80 |