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SMILINDA. Is that the grief, which you compare with mine? With ease, the smiles of fortune I resign: Would all my gold in one bad deal were gone; Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.
CARDELIA. A lover lost, is but a common care; And prudent nymphs against that change prepare; The Knave of CĪubs thrice lost: Oh who could
guess This fatal stroke, this unforeseen distress?
Hazardia blushed, and turned her head aside,
But ah! what aggravates the killing smart, The cruel thought, that stabs me to the heart; This cursed 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 unfashioned, and her face unknown: She was my friend; I taught her first to spread Upon her sallow cheeks enliv’ning red: I introduced her to the park and plays; And, by my interest, Cozens made her stays. Ungrateful wretch, with mimic airs grown pert, She dares to steal my fav'rite lover's heart.
SMILINDA. How many maids have Sharper's vows deceived ? How many cursed the moment they believed ? Yet his known falsehoods could no warning prove: Ah! what is warning to a maid in love?
But of what marble must that breast be formed, To gaze on basset, and remain unwarmed? When kings, queens, knaves, are set in decent rank. Exposed in glorious heaps the tempting bank, Guineas, half-guineas, all the shining train; The winner's pleasure, and the loser's pain: In bright confusion open rouleaux lie, They strike the soul, and glitter in the eye. Fired by the sight, all reason I disdain; My passions rise, and will not bear the rein. Look upon basset, you who reason boast; And see if reason must not there be lost.
SMILINDA. What more than marble must that heart compose, Can hearken coldly to my Sharper's vows? Then, when he trembles ! when his blushes rise! When awful love seems melting in his eyes! With eager beats his Mechlin cravat moves: “He loves,”—I whisper to myself, “He loves!” Such unfeigned passion in his looks appears, I lose all mem'ry of my former fears; My panting heart confesses all his charms, I yield at once, and sink into his arms: Think of that moment, you who prudence boast: For such a moment, prudence well were lost.
Soft Simplicetta doats upon a beau: Prudina like a man, and laughs at show. Their several graces in my Sharper meet; Strong as the footmen, as the master sweet.
1 At the palace.
In beauty, or wit,
No mortal as yet
But men of discerning
Have thought that in learning,
With musty dull rules,
So Papists refuse
The Bible to use,
'Twas a woman at first
(Indeed she was curst)
And sages agree
The laws should decree
1 Daughter of the Duke of Kingston, born 1690: a woman of great genius, but very eccentric. Her letters equal Madame de Sevigné's; she lived to a great age, chiefly abroad. She had married Mr. Montagu, and accompanied him on his Embassy to Constantinople; after his recall she lived at Twickenham. Lady Mary introduced innoculation into England. Her daughter married Lord Bute, tho favourite minister of George III,
Then bravely, fair dame,
Resume the old claim,
And let men receive,
From a second bright Eve,
But if the first Eve
Hard doom did receive,
What a punishment new
Shall be found out for you,
EXTEMPORANEOUS LINES, ON THE PIC
TURE OF LADY MARY W. MONTAGU. BY KNELLER. FROM DALLAWAY'S LIFE OF LADY M. W. M. THE playful smiles around the dimpled mouth, That happy air of majesty and truth; So would I draw (but oh! 'tis vain to try, My narrow genius does the power deny;) The equal lustre of the heavanly mind Where ev'ry grace with ev'ry virtue's joined; Learning not vain, and wisdom not severe, With greatness easy, and with wit sincere; With just description show the work divine, And the whole princess in my work should shine.
Here stopt by hasty death Alexis lies,