Since WILIAM went to Heaven; Loves MAINTENON, his Lady bright, Who was but SCARRON's Leaving.

V..

Tho' thy Dear's Father kept an Inn
At grifly Head of Saracen,

For Carriers at Northampton;

Yet he might come of gentler Kin,
Than c'er that Father dreamt on.

VI.

Of Proffers large her Choice had the,
Of Jewels, Plate, and Land in Fee,
Which the with Scorn rejected:
And can a Nymph fo virtuous be
Of bafe-born Blood suspected?
'VII.

Her dimple Cheek, and roguish Eye,
Her flender Wafte, and taper Thigh,
I always thought provoking;
But, faith, tho' I talk waggishly,
I'mean no more than Joking.

VIII.

Then be not jealous, Friend, for why? My Lady Marchioness is nigh,

To fee I ne'er shall hurt ye; Befides, you know full well, that I Am turn'd of five and forty.

愛鮮菠菠

HORAT. LIB. III. ODE IX.

Ad LYDIA M.

Onec gratus eram tibi,

Nec quifquam, potior brachia candidee

Cervici juvenis dabat,

Perfarum vigui Rege beatiors

LY. Donec non aliam magis

Arfifti, neque erat Lydia poft Chloën, Multi Lydia nominis

Romana vigui clarior Ilia.

Но

The RECONCILEMENT between Jacob Tonson and Mr. Congreve. In Imitation of HORACE. Book III. Ode IX.

Tonfon]

HILE at my Houfe in Fleet-Street once you lay,

WHIL

How merrily, dear Sir, Time pass'd away?
While I partook your Wine, your Wit, and Mirth,
I was the happiest Creature on † God's Tearth.

Congreve.] While in your early Days of Reputation,
You for blue Garters had not such a Paffion';
While yet you did not use (as now your Trade is)
To drink with noble Lords, and toast their Ladies ;
Thou, JACOB TONSON, wer't, to my conceiving,

The chearfulleft, beft, honeft Fellow living.

† Tonson (Sen). bis Diale&.

.

Tonfon.

HO. Me nunc Creffa Chloë regit,

Dulces docta modos, & citharæ fciens:

Pro qua non metuam mori,

Si parcent animæ fata fuperftiti.

LY. Quanquam fidere pulchrior

Ille eft, tu levior cortice, & improbo
Iracundior Adriâ,

Tecum vivere amem, tecum obeam libens.