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SMILINDA. Ah, Madam, since
SHARPER is untrue, I joyless make my once ador'd Alpcu. I saw bim stand behind OMBRELIA's Chair, And whifper with that foft, deluding air, And those feign'd fighs which cheat the list’ning
NOTES. The Cafjet-Tahr.] Only this of all the Town Eclogues was Mr. Pepe's; and is here printed from a copy corrected by his own land. The humour of it lies in this, that the one is in love with the Game, and the other with the Sharfer.
CARDELIA. Is this the cause of
Romantic strains ? A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains.
IO As You by Love, so I by Fortune cross't; One, one bad Deal, Three Septleva's have lost.
SMILIND A. Is that the grief, which you compare with mine; With ease, the finiles of Fortune I resign: Wow ail ny gold in one bad Deal were gone; Weelovely SHARPER mine, and mine alone. 16
A Lover loft, is but a common care; And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare: The KnAVE OF CLUBS thrice loft: Oh! who
could guess This fatal stroke, this unforeseen Distress?
SMILIND A. See Betty Lovet! very à propos, She all the cares of Love and Play does know: Dear Betty shall th’important point decide; Betty, who oft the pain of each has try'd; Impartial, she shall say who suffers most, 25 By Cards' Ill Usage, or by Lovers loft.
Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Tho' Time is precious, and I want some Tea.
CARDELIA. Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought, 29 With Fifty Guineas (a great Pen'worth) bought, See on the Tooth-pick, Mars and Cupid strive; And both the struggling figures seem alive. Upon the bottom shines the Queen's bright Face; A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble-Cafe. Jove, Jove himself, does on the Scizars shine; 35 The Metal, and the Workmanship, divine!
shine: - This Snuff-Box will I sakę; the Prize is mine,
CARDELIA. Alas! far leffer losses than I bear,
45 Have made a Soldier figh, a Lover swear. And Oh! what makes the disappointment hard, 'Twas my own Lord that drew the
fatal Card, In complaisance, I took the Queen he gave; Tho' my own secret wish was for the Knave.
50 The Knave won Sonica, which I had chose; And the next Pull, my Septleva I lose.
SMILIND A. But ah! what aggravates the killing smart, The cruel thought, that stabs me to the heart; This curs'd OMBRELIA, this undoing Fair, 55 By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear; She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears, She owes to me the very charms she wears. An aukward Thing, when first she came to Town; Her Shape unfashion'd, and her Face unknown: She was my friend; I taught her first to spread 6 Upon her fallow cheeks enliv’ning red: I introduc'd her to the Park and Plays; And by my int’rest, Cozens made her Stays,
Ungrateful wretch, with mimic airs grown pert, She dares to steal my Fav'rite Lover's heart. 66
CARDELIA. Wretch that I was, how often have I swore, When WINNALL tally'd, I would punt no more? I know the Bite, yet to my Ruin run; And see the Folly, which I cannot shun.
many curs’d the moment they believ'd ? Yet his known Falfhoods could no Warning prove: Ah! what is warning to a Maid in Love?
CARDELIA. But of what marble muit that breast be form’d, To gaze on Bafit, and remain unwarm’d?
76 When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are set in decent
rank; Expos’d in glorious heaps the tempting Bank, Guineas, Half-Guineas, all the shining train; The Winner's pleasure, and the Loser's pain: 80 In bright Confusion open Rouleaus lye, They strike the Soul, and glitter in the Eye.