If in her coach fhe'll condefcend

To place him at the hinder end,
Her hoop is hoift above his nofe,
His odious gown would foil her cloaths,
And drops him at the church, to pray,
While fhe drives on to fee the play.
He, like an orderly divine,
Comes home a quarter after nine,
And meets her hafting to the ball:
Her chairmen pufh him from the wall,
He enters in, and walks up ftairs,
And calls the family to pray'rs;
Then goes alone to take his reft
In bed, where he can fpare her beft,
At five the footmen make a din,
Her Ladyfhip is just come in,
The masquerade began at two,
She stole away with much ado i
And fhall be chid this afternoon
For leaving company fo foon:
She'll fay, and fhe may truly fay't,
She can't abide to stay out late.

But now, though fcarce a twelvemonth
marry'd,

Poor Lady Jane has thrice miscarry'd :
The caufe, alas, is quickly guest,

The town has whisper'd round the jest.

Think

Think on some remedy in time,
You find his Rev'rence past his prime,
Already dwindled to a lath;

No other way but try the Bath.

For Venus, rifing from the ocean, Infus'd a ftrong prolifick potion, That mixt with Achelaus fpring, The horned flood, as poets fing, Who, with an English beauty fmitten, Ran under ground from Greece to Britain; The genial virtue with him brought, And gave the Nymph a plenteous draught; Then fled, and left his horn behind For husbands past their youth to find: The Nymph, who ftill with paffion burn'd, Was to a boiling fountain turn'd,

Where childlefs wives croud ev'ry morn To drink in Achelaus horn.

And here the father often gains

That title by another's pains.

Hither, though much against the grain, The Dean has carry'd Lady Jane. He, for a while, would not confent, But vow'd his money all was fspent': His money spent! a clownish reason! And must my Lady flip her feason?

The Doctor, with a double fee,
Was brib'd to make the Dean agree.

Here all diverfions of the place

Are proper in my Lady's cafe:
With which the patiently complies,
Merely because her friends advise;
His money and her time employs
In musick, raffling-rooms, and toys;
Or, in the Cross-bath, seeks an heir,
Since others oft have found one there:
Where, if the Dean by chance appears,
It fhames his caffock and his years.
He keeps his distance in the gallery
'Till banish'd by fome coxcomb's raillery;
For, 'twould his character expofe
To bathe among the belles and beaux.

So have I feen, within a pen, Young ducklings fofter'd by a hen; But, when let out, they run and muddle, As inftinct leads them, in a puddle: The fober hen, not born to swim,

With mournful note clucks round the brim.

The Dean, with all his beft endeavour, Gets not an heir, but gets a feaver. A victim to the last essays

Of vigor in declining days,

He

He dies, and leaves his mourning ma (What could he lefs?) his whole estate.

The widow goes through all her forms; New Lovers now will come in fwarms. Oh, may I fee her foon difpenfing Her favours to fome broken enfign! Him let her marry, for his face, And only coat of tarnisht lace; To turn her naked out of doors, And spend her jointure on his whores: But, for a parting prefent, leave her A rooted pox to laft for ever.

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FABULA

CANIS ET U M B R A.

ORE cibum portans catulus dum spectat

in undis,

Apparet liquido prædæ melioris imago: Dum fpeciofa diu damna admiratur, et alte Ad latices inhiat, cadit imo vortice præceps Ore cibus, nec non fimulachrum corripit unà.

Occupat ille avidus deceptis faucibus umbram;

Illudit fpecies, ac dentibus aëra mordet.

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