PONTIUS AND PONT I A. PONTIUS (who love, you know a joke, Much better than he loves his life) Talking of you, faid he, my dear, Her own! most certain, t 'other faid; For Nan, who knows the thing, will tell ye, The hair was bought, the money paid, And the receipt was fign'd Ducailly. Pontia (that civil prudent fhe, Who values wit much less than sense, And never darts a repartee, But purely in her own defence) 2 Reply'd, Reply'd, these friends of your's, my dear, Now I have one unlucky thought, That would have spoil'd your friend's conceit; CUPID TURNED STROLLER. FROM ANACRE ON AT T dead of night, when stars appear, And strong Boöres turns the Bear; He faid, but open, open pray; With With due regard his voice I heard, Against the fire, and dry'd his hair; то TO A POET O F QUALITY. PRAISING THE LADY HINCHINBROKE. OF thy judicious Muse's sense, Young Hinchinbroke so very proud is, That Sachariffa and Hortenfe She looks, henceforth, upon as dowdies. Yet fhe to one must still submit, To dear Mamma must pay her duty, She wonders, praifing Wilmot's wit, Thou should't forget his daughter's beauty: THE THE PEDANT. » LYSANDER talks extremely well; His tropes and figures will content ye : Full fourteen hours in four-and-twenty. CAUTIOUS ALICE.. So good a Wife doth Liffy make, That from all company she flieth; Such virtuous courses doth she take, That she all evil tongues defieth; And, for her dearest Spouse's fake, She with his Brethren only lieth. THI |