"For what young flirt, bafe man, am I abus'd ? "To please your wife am I unkindly us'd ? " "Tis true her face may boast the peach's bloom; "Can hate, and yet be civil to his wife; "He games, he drinks, he swears, he fights, he roves ; "Yet CLOE can believe he fondly loves. "Mistress and wife by turns fupply his need; "A mifs for pleasure, and a wife for breed. "Powder'd with diamonds, free from spleen or care, "She can a fullen hufband's humour bear; "Her credulous friendship, and her ftupid eafe, "Have often been my jeft in happier days: "Now CLOE boasts and triumphs in my pains; "To her he's faithful; 'tis to me he feigns. Am I that stupid thing to bear neglect, "And force a fmile, not daring to fufpect? "No, perjur'd man! wife may be content, "But you fhall find a miflrefs can resent." Thus love-fick LYDIA rav'd; her maid appears, And in her faithful hand the band-box bears; (The (The Ceftos that reform'd inconftant Jove i SATURDAY, The SMALL-POX. FLAVIA 2. HE wretched FLAVIA, on her couch reclin'd, TH Thus breath'd the anguish of a wounded mind • How am I chang'd! alas! how am I grown • Where's my complexion! where my radiant bloom, That promis'd happiness for years to come? Lady Mary Wortley Montague. 10 Then Then with what pleasure I this face furvey'd f Ah! faithlefs glafs, my wonted bloom reftore; There was a time (oh! that I could forget!) For at the raffle ftill each prize I bore, • With scorn rejected, or with triumph wore. b This perfon was a perfumer, at the corner of Beaufort's Buildings in the Strand. His name often occurs in the Spectator, the Tatler, and the Guardian, • For For me the Wit to nonsense was betray'd; The Gamefter has for me his dun delay'd, • And overfeen the card he would have play'd. • The bold and haughty by success made vain, • Aw'd by my eyes, have trembled to complain : The bashful 'Squire, touch'd by a wish unknown, Has dar'd to speak with spirit not his own; • Fir'd by one wish, all did alike adore ; Now beauty's fled, and lovers are no more! As round the room I turn my weeping eyes, New unaffected scenes of forrow rise. Far from my fight that killing picture bear, • The face disfigure, and the canvass tear ; That picture, which with pride I us'd to show, Now on fome happier nymph your aid beftow; 'No borrow'd luftre can my charms restore ; 6 Beauty is fled, and dress is now no more. Ye meaner beauties, I permit ye shine; 'Go, triumph in the arts that once were mine; ' But, 'midft your triumphs with confusion know, 'Tis to my ruin all your arms ye owe. } Would Would pitying heav'n reftore my wonted mien, • Ye ftill might move unthought of and unfeen • But oh, how vain, how wretched is the boast Of beauty faded, and of empire lost ! • What now is left but weeping, to deplore My beauty fled, and empire now no more? • Ye cruel chymifts, what with-held your aid! • Could no pomatums save a trembling maid ? How falfe and trifling is that art ye boast ! •No art can give me back my beauty lost. In tears furrounded by my friends I lay, • Mask'd o'er, and trembled at the fight of day; • MIRMILLIO came my fortune to deplore, (A golden-headed cane well carv'd he bore) Cordials, he cry'd, my fpirits must restore! Beauty is fled, and spirit is no more! GALEN, the grave: officious SQUIRT was there, With fruitlefs grief and unavailing care: MACHAON too, the great MACHAON, known Ceafe, hapless maid, no more thy tale purfue, • Forfake mankind, and bid the world adieu ! • Monarchs and beauties rule with equal fway; All ftrive to ferve, and glory to obey : |