He spoke, and presently he feels His Grazier's Coat fall down his Heels; Found his Head fill'd with many a System THUS having furbish'd up a Parson, Good Pinners edg'd with Colberteen! Became black Sattin flounc'd with Lace. - And fhe admir'd as much at Him. brA THUS, happy in their Change of Life, Were feveral Years this Man and Wife, When on a Day, which prov'd their last, Difcourfing on old Stories past, i They They went by chance, amidst their Talk, My Dear, I fee your Forehead fprout. But yet, methinks, I feel it true; And re'lly, Yours is budding too-- my Foot: It feels as if 'twere taking Root. DESCRIPTION would but tire my Mufe? In short, they both were turned to rews. He gathers all the Parish there; Points out the Place of either rew; Till once, a Parfon of our Town, ΤΟ Mrs. BIDDY FLOYD. W Anno 1708. HEN Cupid did his Grandfire Jove intreat To form fome Beauty by a new Receipt, Jove fent and found far in a Country Scene, Truth, Innocence, Good Nature, Look ferene; From which Ingredients, firft the dextrous Boy Pickt the Demure, the Aukward, and the Coy; The Graces from the Court did next provide Breeding, and Wit, and Air, and'decent Pride; Thefe Venus cleans'd from ev'ry spurious Grain Of Nice, Coquet, Affected, Pert, and Vain. Jove mix'd up all, and his best Clay employ'd; Then call'd the happy Compofition, Floyd. THE |