Verses made for women who cry apples, &c. A ballad on the game of traffic Verfes faid to be written on the union A love poem from a physician to his mistress On a printer's being fent to Newgate, by- On the little houfe by the church yard of Cafflenock A letter to a very young lady on her marriage. A preface to Bifhop Burnet's introduction, MISCEL MISCELLANIES in VERSE. CONTINUED. A beautiful YOUNG NYMPH going to bed*. Written for the honour of the FAIR SEX, in 1731. C ORINNA, pride of Drury-lane, For whom no fhepherd fighs in vain, So bright a batter'd strolling toast! Pulls off with care, and firft difplays 'em, This poem, for which fome have thought no apology could be offered, deferves, on the contrary, great commendation; as it much mon forcibly restrains the thoughtless and the young from the risk of health and life, by picking up a prostitute, than the finest declamation on the fordidness of the appetite. Hawkef. VOL. VII. A Proceeding on, the lovely goddess Unlaces next her steel-ribb'd bodice, Which, by the operator's skill, Prefs down the lumps, the hollows fill. 25 30 35 40 45 .50 CORINNA wakes. A dreadful fight! A wicked rat her plaister stole, 60 And puss had on her plumpers p-fs'd. A pigeon pick'd her iffue-peas: And shock her treffes fill'd with fleas. THE nymph, tho' in this mangled plight, Muft ev'ry morn her limbs unite. 65 But how fhall I describe her arts Who fees, will spue; who fmells, be poison'd. OF Chloe all the town has rung, By ev'ry fize of poets fung: So beautiful a nymph appears 70 * This poem has among others been cenfured for indelicacy; but with no better reason than a medicine would be rejected for its ill tafte. By attending to the marriage of Strephon and Chloe, the reader is neceffarily led to confider the effect of that grofs familiarity in which it is to be feared many married persons think they have a right to indulge themselves: he who is disgusted at the picture, feels the force of the precept, not to disgust another by his practice: and let it never be forgotten, that nothing quenches defire like indelicacy; and that when defire has been thus quenched, kindness will inevitably grow cold. Hawkef. Her graceful mien, her fhape, and face, 10 Could from her taintlefs Body flow: None ever faw her pluck a rofe. Her deareft comrades never caught her Felt no neceffities of nature. In fummer had fhe walk'd the town, At country-dances not a nofe gown Could in the dog-days fmell her toes. : Her milk-white hands, both palms and backs, Her hands, the fofteft ever felt, Tho' cold would burn, tho' dry would melt †. DEAR Venus, hide this wondrous maid, Nor let her loose to fpoil your trade. 15 20 25 30 You but o'er half the world can reign. Think what a cafe all men are now in, BUT Strephon figh'd fo loud and strong, He blew a fettlement along ; † Though deep, yet clear, &c. Denham. 40 |