A New SIMILE for the LADIES, with useful Annotations. I To make a writer mifs bis end, A (a) fimile for woman-kind, In ev'ry circumftance to (6) hit 'em. Clouds turn with every wind about, The clouds build caftles in the air, A thing peculiar to the fair; For all the fchemes of their (b) fore-casting, A cloud is light by turns, and dark, Now, with a fudden (i) pouting gloom, (I hope the fimile will (1) trike) Tho' in the darkeft (m) dumps you vie w 'em, Obferve the clouds in pomp array'd, The clouds delight to change the zir fashion, In them and you alike are fee n (a) Moft ladies in reading call this word a smile, but they are to note, it confifis of ti bree fyllables, fi-mi-le. In English, a likeness. (b) Not to burt them. (c) Not like a gun or (e) The word [bellowing] piftol. (d). This is not meant as to shooting, but resolving. (f) Xanti, a nick name for Xantippe, that fcold of glorious memory, who never let poor Socrates bave one moment's peace of mind, yet with unexampled patience, be bore ber peftilenti al tongue. I fhall beg the ladies pardon, if I infert a few paffages concerning ber, and at the fame time I affure them, it is not to leffen those of the prefent age, who are poffeft of the like laudable tales its; for I will confefs that I know three in the city of Dublin, no way inferior to Xantippe, but that they have not as great men to work upon. When a friend afked Socrates, boru be could bear the fcolding of bis quife Xantippe, be retorted, and asked him, bow be could bear the gagling of bis ge fe; ay, but wy geefe lay eggs for me, replied bis friend; fo does my wife bear me children, faid socrates. Diog. Laert. Being afked at another time by a friend, bow be could bear her tongue, be aid she was of this ufe to bim, that fbe taught him to bear the impertinencies of others with more eafe, when be went abroad. Plut. de capiend. ex hoft. utilit. Socrates invited bis friend Euthyde mus to fupper. Xantippe in great rage went in to them, and overset the table, Euthydemus rifing in a passion to go off, my dear friend ftay, faid Socrates. Did not a ben do the fame thing at your bou fe the other day, and did I fhew any refentment? Plut. de ira cohibenda. I could give many more instances of ber termagancy, and his philofophy, if fnch a proceeding might not look as if I were g lad of an opportunity to expofe the fair fex; but to fhew I have no fuch defign, I declare folemnly, t bat I had much worfe ftories to tell of her behaviour to ber husband, which I rather pass over on acce unt of the greas ficem which I bear for the ladies, especially thofe in the bonourable flation of matrimony. (g) Ramble. (b) Not vomiting. (i) Thrusting out the lip. (k) This is to be une lerstood not in the Senfe of wort when brewers put yeft, or barm in it; but its true meaning is decei ved, or cheated. (1) Hit your fancy. (m) Sullen fits; we have a merry jigg called Dumpty Deary, invented to rouze ladies from the dumps. (n) Reflections of the fun. (0) 1 Motherly woman. (P) Not grass before and after meat, yer their graces the durcbeffes, but the Grace, which attend on Yenve In ev'ning fair you may behold The clouds are fring'd with borrow'd gold, And this is many a lady's cafe, Who flaunts about in (a) borrow'd lace. Grave matrons are like clouds of fnow, Their words fall thick, and foft, and flow. While brisk (b) coquets, like rattling hail, Our ears on every fide affail. Clouds when they intercept our fight, The VICAR's Race. Of a wager that happen'd near Elford-ferry, Where my friend parfon V-n, let out with much heart, And fo run a race with himself and was beat. Says the noble Earl Berkshire, a peer yet unfold, Whofe wit is ftill new, and whofe bounty is old, That you cannot five times round my gardens, The gard'ners rejoic'd o'er each reverend ftride, And bleffing the prieft laid their rollers afide. Each echo reply'd in the praife of Tom V-, As with speed he urg'd on his large collar of brawn, Till the legs not rememb'ring a very long score, Forfook the great pauch which fupply'd them before. As citizens choak'd in the pit with fat laughter. As the fwain in Duke Montagu's picture of After, As a dull Cambridge Soph who clofes his rhebus, So feem'd parfon V----n, and to look'd like a Nebus. (a) Net Flanders lace, but gold and filver lace. men's debts, for what they were not able to pay, as the laft birth-day. Vid. the foopkeepers bi ks. and put on a number of morkey airs to catch men. the ladies as to think these comparisons odivas. them as robbers and rappurees. Whilft bishops for places and penfions contend, New tranflations are wifh'd, and old herefies mend, Then let us remember in bumpers around, The ftaunch parfon V----n who so well stands his ground. And let all the Staffordshire laymen go pray, Since firft the fat vicar has fhewn us the way, That our bishops when next in the fenate they meet, May fo run a race by themselves, and be beat. The Rofe-Bud; a Song. OBSERVE the rofe-bud ere it blows, As fond of day's majestic eye! And sheds its honours on the ground. So blushes in the eye of praife: And wither'd fo in age decays. And rudely sheds the falling rofe. On youth's light pinions hafte away; How fwift the moments glide along, And age advances with delay! Now, beauty! crop the rofe-bud now, And catch the effence as it flies; Let pleasure revel in its bloom, Let time poffefs it when it dies. By borrow'd, I mean fuch as run in borest tradesmany of them did for French filver lace agai (b) Girls who love to hear themselves prate, (c) I hope none will be fo uncomplaisant to (d) Tell it to the whole world, not to proclaim The The merry Monarch; or Knighthood a Jeft. A TALE. WHEN good king Jemmy wore the British crown, A pleafant jef for highest wit went down: But laught full hearty, if the jeft was keen, Thus ftory tells ---- As he rode out one day, To chafe the ftag, he loft, by chance, his way: The courtiers eager, fcour the ipacious field, While duty there did unto pleature yield. Along king Jemmy, with his ufual grace, Kept ftepping onward in a common pace. 'Till near two cloruns he came, who work'd full hard, Hedging a clofe, behind a farmer's yard. They fpy'd the king, and from his awkward Surrounded by a gaudy Scottish rout: Fear not thy fortune, Jemmy loves a loon, And thou'rt fome ftarving knight that wants a boon. Weel fare ye (quoth the king) ando'my weard, Geud character ye to your prince affeurd, And Ife wat weel, it au gangs to bis ear; Why then (quoth Dick) for once the truth he'll hear. So faying, to a grove that lay in fight, On rede the king, and there thought fit to light; Cut ftretch'd his royal limbs upon the place, And flept full fweetly on the verdant grafs; No policies of ftate difturb'd his mind, But that good prince fnoar'd loud as any binds Until the chafe was o'er, a flag was dead, When duty found a place in courtiers heads: Nor had the noble train long fought their lord, E'er faft they found him on the gay greenfword. Hafty they then from reeking courfers fpring, While with a smile up rofe the jocound king. My lords (quoth he) as you rid yonder by, Did ye not, hedging, twa auld carles spy, My liege, we did (Quoth one) ·See then (faid he) them bither In leather doublets clad? lead. 1111 Rend the blue arch, and ring th' alarms of war! Shrill trumpets, thund'ring drums, in concert join'd, Fill with ftern horror ev'ry blaft of wind; dileers: Eating, not arms, to day is all their trade, The following Lines were wrote on her Majefty's fetting up the Buftoes of Mr. Locke, Sir Ifaac Newton, Mr. Woolafton, and Dr. Clarke, in the Hermitage at Richmond. Sic fiti letantur Docti. WITH honour thus by Carolina plac'd, M m 1 Alafs! I die In pitiful condition. My dear wife dy'd Thus being free, Let's both agree To join our hands, for Boldly aver [I do A widower Is fitteft for a widow. You may be fure "Tis not your dow'r I make this flowing verfe on; In thefe fmooth lays, Tonly praile ffon. The glories of your perFor the whole that Was left to Mat, Fortune to me has granIn equal fore, [ted, Nay I have more, What Matthew always wanted. No teeth, 'tis trae, You have to fhew, The young think teeth inviting; But filly youths! I love thofe mouths Where there's no fear of biting. A leaky eye That's never dry, Thefe woful times is fitting: A wrinkled face Adds folemn grace To folks devout at meeting. A furrow'd brow, grow, [in't: Such fertile foil is feen A long hook nose, Tho' fcorn'd by foes, For fpectacles conveni Thus to go on, I cou'd pen down Your charms from head to foot, Set all your glory, In verfe before ye, But I've no mind to do't. Then hafte away, And make no ftay, For foon as you come hither, We'll eat and fleep, Make beds and fweep, And talk and imoke together. But if, my dear, I must come there, Tow'rd Cambridge ftrait I'll fet me, To towze the hay, On which you lay, If, madam, you will Epigram, let me. CHARG'D with writing of bawdy, this was 's reply: is what Dryden and Congreve have done as well as I. In fecond pomp, thy rival fages rife. Some future monarch fhall thy bufto blefs, Once, and once only, was profufe before; STOP reader here, be not deceiv'd, I'll tell ye This good man dy'd indebted to his belly. His heart like to his trade, was hard as ftone, He lov'd his wife, but ftarv'd his eldest fen. Tho' call'd above, a church of England lover, He knew no more on't than the words difcover. Thus, without merit, to advance his praite Ambitious Tom† this monument did raife. On ber Majesty's fetting up the Bufto's of Sir Ifaac Newton, Mr. Locke, Dr. Clarke, and Mr. Woolafton, in the Hermitage at Richmond. Sui memores alios fecere merendo. BEhold, Oftranger, new from foreign lands, Where flaves obey what lawless will commands; Where ftatues to the proud oppreffor rife, 7 The GENTLEMAN's Monthly Intelligencer. AUGUST, 1732. TUESDAY, Auguft 1. The Affizes ended at Worcester, which prov'd a maiden Affizes, none being capitally convicted; and the Sheriffs, according to Cuftom, prefented the Judges with white Gloves. Three were caft for Transportation. Three Men, about the End of last Month, received Sentence of Death at Durham, one for the Highway, one for Sheep and Horfe- ftealing, and the third for the Murder of a Woman near Sunderland. order to be examined, being fufpected to be the Author of Fog's Journal about K. William, for which the Printer and Publifher were fome Time fince taken into Custody, and Information filed against them. James Vernon, Robert Hucks, and George Heathcote, Efqrs; paid 3001, into the Bank of England, for the Ufe of the Trustees for establishing the Colony of Georgia in America. (See p. 227.) Two Men received Sentence ofDeath at Maidstone, one for Horseftealing, and the other for the Highway. Six were caft for Transporta tion. |