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The fquire and captain took their stations,
And twenty other near relations!

Jack fuck'd his pipe, and often broke

A sigh, in suffocating smoke.

She, in her turn, became perplexing,
And found fubftantial bliss in vexing.
Thus every hour was pass'd between
Infulting repartee, or spleen!

Each day, the more her faults were known,
He thinks her features coarfer grown :

He fancies every vice she fhews,

Or thins her lips, or points her nofe:

Whenever rage or envy rise,

How wide her mouth! how wild her eyes!

He knows not how, but fo it is,

Her face is grown a knowing phiz!

And, though her fops are wond'rous civil,

He thinks her ugly as the devil!

Thus, to perplex the ravell'd' noose, While each a different way pursues ; While fullen or loquacious ftrife,

Still promis'd to hold on for life,

That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's tranfient flower!→→→→
Lo! the small-pox, whose horrid glare
Levell'd it's terrors at the fair;

And,

And, rifling every youthful grace,

Left but the remnant of a face.

The glafs, grown hateful to her fight,
Redcated now a perfect fright;

Dach former art the vainly trics,
To bring back luftre to her eyes.
In vain the tries her pakes and creams,
To fmooth her fkin, or hide it's feams;
Her country beaux, and city coufine,
Lovers no more, flew off by dozens :
The fquire himself was feen to yield,
And ev'n the captain quit the field.

Poor Madam, now condemn'd to hack

The reft of life with anxious Jack,
Perceiving others fairly flown,
Attempted pleafing him alone.
Jack foon was dazzled to behold
Her prefent face furpafs the old ;
With modefty her cheeks were dy'd,
Humility difplaces pride;

For tawdry finery is feen
A perfon ever neatly clean:
No more prefuming on her way,
She learns good-nature every day;
Serenely gay, and strict in duty,
Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty.

A NEW

A

NEW SIMILE,

THE MANNER OF SWIFT.

rack'd my brains, to find
for the fcribbling kind;
-ibbling kind, who write,
fe, and nature's spite:
forget what day on,
of Took's Pantheon,
with fomething there,
pose to a hair.

proceed too furious;

turn to God Mercurius:

pictur'd at full length, ond, page the tenth :

my proofs on him I lay, ed we to our Simile..

Imprimis.

Imprimis, pray observe his hat;

Wings upon either fidemark that.
Well! what is it from thence we gather?
Why, thefe denote a brain of feather.
A brain of feather-very right;
With wit that's flighty, learning light;
Such as to modern bards decreed:

A juft comparifon-Proceed.

In the next place, his feet perufe,
Wings grow again from both his shoes;
Defign'd, no doubt, their part to bear,
And waft his godship through the air
And here my Simile unites;
For, in a modern poet's flights,
I'ia fure it may be justly faid,

His feet are ufeful as his head.

Laftly, vouchsafe t'obferve his hand,
Fill'd with a fnake-encircled wand;
By claffic authors term'd Caducis,
And highly fam'd for several uses.
To wit-moft wonderously endu'd,
No poppy-water half fo good;
For let folks only get a touch,
It's foporific virtue's such,

Though ne'er fo much awake before,

That quickly they begin to fnore.

· Add

Add too, what certain writers tell,

With this he drives men's fouls to hell.

Now to apply; begin we, then:
His wand's a modern author's pen;
The serpents round about it twin'd,
Denote him of the reptile kind;

Denote the rage with which he writes,
His frothy flaver, venom❜d bites;
An equal femblance still to keep,
Alike they both conduce to fleep.
This difference only, as the god,
Drove fouls to Tart'rus with his rod,
With his goofe-quill the scribbling elf,
Instead of others, damns himself.

And here my Simile almost tript,
Yet grant a word by way of poftfcript;
Moreover, Merc'ry had a failing-

Well! what of that? out with it-stealing;
In which our fcribbling bards. agree,
Being each as great a thief as he;

But ev'n this deity's existence,

Shall lend my Simile affistance.

Our modern bards! why, what a pox

Are they, but senseless stones and blocks}

RETALIATION,

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