T HE Baffet-Table spread, the Tallier come; Room? Rife, penfive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you: SMILINDA. Ah, Madam, fince my SHARPER is untrue, I faw him ftand behind OMERELIA's Chair, NOTES. The Baffet-Table.] Only this of all the Town Eclogues was Mr. Pepe's; and is here printed from a copy corrected by his own i and. The humour of it lies in this, that the one is in love with the Game, and the other with the Sharter. CARDELIA. Is this the cause of your Romantic strains? SMILIND A. ΙΟ Is that the grief, which you compare with mine; With eafe, the finiles of Fortune I refign: Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone; Were lovely SHARPER mine, and mine alone. 16 CARDELIA. A Lover loft, is but a common care; And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare: The KNAVE OF CLUBS thrice loft: Oh! who could guefs This fatal ftroke, this unforeseen Distress? 20 SMILINDA. See BETTY LOVET! very à propos, She all the cares of Love and Play does know: 25 LOVET. Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay, Tho' Time is precious, and I want fome 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 ftrive; And both the struggling figures feem 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! SMILINDA. This Snuff-Box,---once the pledge of SHARP- When rival beauties for the Present strove; Then first his Paffion was in public shown: 40 HAZARDIA blush'd, and turn'd her Head afide, A Rival's envy (all in vain) to hide. This Snuff-Box,---on the Hinge fee Brilliants shine: This Snuff-Box will I stake; the Prize is mine, CARDELIA. Alas! far leffer loffes than I bear, Have made a Soldier figh, a Lover swear. 45 And Oh! what makes the disappointment hard, SMILINDA. 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 whofe vile arts this heavy grief I bear; I introduc'd her to the Park and Plays; Ungrateful wretch, with mimic airs grown pert, She dares to steal my Fav'rite Lover's heart. CARDELIA. 66 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 fee the Folly, which I cannot fhun. 70 SMILINDA. How many Maids have SHARPER'S VOWs de ceiv'd? How many curs'd the moment they believ'd? CARDELIA. But of what marble mut that breaft be form'd, 76 To gaze on Baffet, and remain unwarm'd? rank; Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting Bank, Guincas, Half-Guineas, all the fhining train; The Winner's pleasure, and the Lofer's pain: 8 In bright Confufion open Rouleaus lye, They ftrike the Soul, and glitter in the Eye. |