ANSWER BY DR. CHEYNEY.

My system, doctor, is my own,

No tutor I pretend;

My blunders hurt myself alone,
But yours your dearest friend.

Were you to milk and straw confin'd,
Thrice happy might you be,
Perhaps you might regain your mind,
And from your wit get free.

I can't your kind prescription try;
But heartily forgive:

'Tis nat'ral you should bid me die,
That you yourself may live.

ΤΟ

A MISTRESS REQUIRING MARRIAGE. TELL me, my Belvidera, tell me why, Why may we not still love, and still be free? Ah! cruel fair, is't not enough that you

Have robb'd me, but you needs must bind me too?

THE UNFASTIDIOUS LOVER.

TELL me not Celia once did bless

Another mortal's arms;

That cannot make my passion less,
Nor mitigate her charms.
Shall I refuse to quench my thirst,
Depending life to save,

Because some droughty shepherd first
Has kiss'd the smiling wave?

No, no-methinks 'tis truly great,

And suits a noble blood,

To have in love as well as state,

A taster to our food.

TO A JEALOUS HUSBAND.

TELL me, Sileno, why you fill,
With fancy'd woes, your life;
Why's all your time expended still,
In thinking, or in talking ill,
Of your too virtuous wife.

For, faith, I can't see to what end
You keep her up so close,
Nor how you could yourself offend,
That like a snail, my gloomy friend,
You never leave your house.

Ab! were she but advis'd by me,
Her many taunts and scorns,
With int'rest should refunded be;
She'd make a perfect snail of thee,
By decking thee with horns.

THE PRICE OF WOMEN.
TEMPT but the fair with pieces ten,
If naughty, she'll consent t' ye;
But is she chaste! Excuse her then,
She yields not under twenty.

MAIDS BETTER THAN WIVES. TEN months after Florimel happen'd to wed, And was brought, in a laudable manner, to bed; She warbled her groans with so charming a voice, That one half of the parish was stunn'd with the noise:

But when Florimel chose to lie privately in, Twelve months before she and her spouse were akin, She chose with such prudence her pangs to conceal, That her nurse, nay her midwife, scarce heard her once squeal.

Learn husbands from hence, for the peace of your lives,

That maids make not half such a tumult as wives.

CRESCIT AMOR NUMMI, QUANTUM IPSA
PECUNIA CRESCIT.

TEN thousand pounds Avarus had before
His father died, and left him twenty more.
Till then, a roll and egg he could allow,
But eggs grow dear, a roll must dine him now.

VULGAR NATURES.

TENDER-HANDED stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains:
Grasp it, like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.

'Tis the same with vulgar natures,
Use them kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg graters,
And the rogues obey you well.

GRACE AFTER DINNER AT A MISER'S
TABLE.

THANKS for this miracle! it is no less.
Than finding manna in the wilderness.
In midst of famine, we have had relief,
And seen the wonder of a chine of beef;

Chimnies have smok'd, that never smok'd before,
And we have din'd-where we shall dine no more.

WHITE TEETH.

THAIS, her teeth are black and nought,
Lucania's white are grown;

But what's the reason? These are bought,
The other wears her own.

THE OLD GENTRY.

THAT all from Adam first begun,
Sure none (but W-) doubts;
And that his son, and his son's son,

Were plowmen, clowns, and louts.

Here lies the only diff'rence now;
Some shot off late, some soon:

Your sires i' th' Morning left the plough,

And ours i' th' Afternoon.

UPON A PATCH ON A LADY'S FACE. THAT artful speck upon her face,

Had been a foil on one less fair; In her it hides a wounding grace, And she in mercy placed it there.

ON MISS P

THAT Bell's an angel all confess:
An angel I agree her;

That she's a devil is prov'd by this,
She tempts all men that see her.
No wonder then our hearts we find
Subdued, do all we can,

Since heaven and hell are both combin'd

Against poor mortal man.

TO A LADY,

WITH A PRINT OF VENUS ATTIRED BY THE GRACES.

THAT far superior is thy state

E'en envy must agree;

On thee a thousand Graces wait,

On Venus only three.

TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS. THAT I love thee, and yet that I hate thee, I feel. Impatient, thou bidst me my reasons explain:

I tell thee, nor more for my life can reveal, That I love thee, and hate thee-and tell it with pain.

TRUE NOBILITY.

THAT I was noble born, allow you must;
Chaste was my mother, and my father just.

MACRO'S GOOD LOOKS.

THAT Macro's looks are good, let no man doubt;
Which I, his friend and servant, thus make out.
On his dark forehead a false friend is writ;
Let none condemn the light that shows a pit.
Cocles whose face finds credit for his heart,
Who can escape so smooth a villain's art?
Adorn'd with every grace that can persuade,
Seeing, we trust; and trusting, are betray'd:
His looks are snares: but Macro's cry, beware;
Believe not, tho' ten thousand oaths he swear.
If thou'rt deceiv'd, observing well this rule,
Not Macro is the knave, but thou the fool.
In this one point he and his looks agree,
As they betray their master, so did he.

THE GOOD DOCTOR.

THAT Paul's a good doctor, in spite of your gibes, My friends, I shall ever maintain;

For we know all the patients for whom he prescribes He quickly puts out of their pain.

ΤΟ

A LADY DESCENDED FROM THE SAXON KINGS OF THIS ISLAND.

THAT pow'rful name, whose princely meaning shows From what high spring your blood's rich current

flows,

With needless awe, reminds us of your race,
Since heav'n has stamp'd dominion on your face:
Still, in your sov'reign form, distinctly live
All royal rights, your father-kings could give: