To the Thund'rer the then, as by chance,
Half her beauties with cunning display'd,
From her eye shot a languishing glance,
And then glided away like a shade.

But she dazzl'd the eyes of grim Jove,
Who embrac'd her with conjugal arms,
And within a delicious alcove,

He enjoy'd with new spirit her charms.

Ye wives, lend an ear to this fample

Of the Grecian bard's fhrewdness and art, And by politic Juno's example,

Learn to conquer a husband's cold heart,

When the paffion of Love's in its wane,
And ye cease to be objects of joy,
Ye must try the cold heart to regain,
By those beauties which never will cloy.

THE PIGEON'S CHOICE.

To ev'ry fair a pigeon rov'd,

By ev'ry fair alike belov'd:

Where'er he flew, the female train
Practise their wiles his heart to gain ;

Bridle the neck, and bill and coo,
And imitate what women do.

At length he found that too much joy,
Muft foon his vig'rous health destroy;
So thought it prudent to give over,
Affume the hufband, drop the lover.

At first, the Fan-tail nymph he tries,
Who, in a moment, met his eyes:
Her heart exults with inward pride,
And Fancy fix'd her for his bride.
Secure of conqueft, the neglected
The real charms the youth expected.
No gentle manners, no conceffion;
All must be left to her difcretion:
Whilft vanity and affectation

Supplied the place of fenfe and station.
"He could not answer to his confcience,
"To be confin'd to pride and nonfenfe:
"A niftrefs thus was right and civil,
"But, in a wife, they were the devil!”
So left the nymph to ftrut alone,
Regardless of her idle moan.

The Carrier, a pigeon fleek,

With ruddy bill, and fnowy neck,
Caught his defires; but yet the dame
Had but a fort of doubtful fame.

He faw the rambled round the county,
And guefs'd fhe might difperfe her bounty.
He knew fhe feldom kept the house,
And needs must make a wretched fpoufe.
Never at eafe but on the wing!

So dropt the airy giddy thing.

The Cropper next, a ftately fair! Claim'd his affection and his care; But, to his forrow, foon he found Her principles and mind unfound. She boasted much her great defcent, "She was not for the vulgar meant: "Yet fhe would yield to his request, "Provided he would make her neft. "Her noble limbs were quite unfit "To do the drudg'ry of a cit." He rais'd his head, his anger grew, Flapping his wings, away he flew.

An hundred other forts he tried,

Some promis'd fair, fome half denied ;
But what rais'd most his indignation,
Was Pride deep fix'd by Education.

Clofe in a farmer's yard he faw The Common Pigeon, deep in straw:

He

He view'd her modeft humble mien,
Her beauteous feathers neat and clean:
He faw her earning hard her food,
And thought she'd bring a healthy brood.
His judgment fix'd her in his mind,
He lov'd and courted,-fhe prov'd kind.
Of her poffefs'd, he found how vain
Were all the trifling, giggling train.
No gadder fhe, no affectation!

No airs to give his mind vexation;
Her thoughts were wholly on him bent,
Studious in all to give content.

With pleasure on his bill the hung,
Then hatch'd her eggs, or fed her young;
With her he found the charms that give
The blifs, that makes it blifs to live.

To you, my Lord, these lines I write,

Left you forget poor Coley quite,

(Who

(Who ftill is drudging in the College, In flow pursuit of further knowledge: With many a cruel lafh his

on,

To make him fome time hence a parfon ;
A judge, perhaps, or a physician,
Strolling on Ratcliffe's exhibition.)

While you with foreign monarchs dine,
Or fup with princes crofs the Rhine;
Idle your hours in lazy ftate,
Just as forgetful as you're great ;
Ramble to ev'ry court your rounds,
Draw when you pleafe an hundred pounds;
Defpife expence, and drefs out tawdry,
In cloaths of lace, and gay embroid❜ry;
Shine at the ball, and brifkly dance,
As tho' you had been bred in France.
I hear too that your conftant trade is
To ogle and enfnare the ladics,
Whofe hearts, unwary, fire like tinder,
And waste away by love t'a cinder,
Whilft you are glad to fee your pride
On all occafions gratified,

And difregard your friends at London,
Not caring tho' they're hang'd or undone.
"But hold (you cry) why this abuse?

Pray hearken, Sir, to my excufe

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