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TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE,
ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742.
Resign't to live, prepar'd to die,
1 Southerne was invited to dine on his birthday with Lord Orrery, who had prepared the entertainment, of which the bill of fare is here set down.
2 The Harp generally woven on Irish linen, such as tablecloths, &c.
8 The usual price given to Dryden for a prologue was four
ROXANA, OR THE DRAWING ROOM.
Roxana from the court returning late,
Was it for this, that I these roses wear?
hair? Ah Princess! with what zeal have I pursu'd ? Almost forgot the duty of a prude. This king I never could attend too soon; I miss'd my prayers, to get me dress’d by noon. For thee, ah! what for thee did I resign? My passions, pleasures, all that e'er was mine. I've sacrific'd both modesty and ease; Left operas, and went to filthy plays: Double-entendres shock'd my
tender ear; Yet even this, for thee, I choose to bear.
guineas; till Southerne, then a young man, having applied to him for one, Dryden refused to furnish it under six guineas. Southerne was the first dramatist who had the benefit of a third night.
1 This and the following piece are two of six Town Eclogues : the four others were wriỉten by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. Probably the two here given were also from her pen, and only corrected by Pope.
In glowing youth, when nature bids be gay,
2 A comedy by Gay.
Ah, worthy choice! not one of all your
train Which censures blast not, or dishonours stain. I know the court, with all its treacherous wiles, The false caresses, and undoing smiles. Ah Princess ! learn’d in all the courtly arts, To cheat our hopes and yet to gain our hearts.
CARDELIA, SMILINDA, LOVET.
CARD. THE Basset-table spread, the tallier come,
Smil. Ah, madam! since my Sharper is untrue,
CARD. Is this the cause of your romantic strains? A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains : As you by love, so I by fortune crost; One, one bad deal, three septlevas have lost.
Smil. Is that the grief which you compare with With ease the smiles of fortune I resign: [mine? Would all my gold in one bad deal were gone, Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.
CARD. A lover lost is but a common care, And prudent nymphs against that change prepare:
The knave of clubs thrice lost-oh! who could guess
Smil. See Betty Lovet ! very apropos ;
Lov. Tell, tell your griefs, attentive will I stay, Though time is precious, and I want some tea. CARD. Behold this equipage, by Mathers
wrought, With fifty guineas (a great pen’worth) bought. . See on the toothpick 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 case. Jove, Jove himself does on the scissors shine : The metal and the workmanship divine. Smil. This snuffbox-once the pledge of
Sharper's love, When rival beauties for the present strove; At Corticelli's he the raffle won; Then first his passion was in public shown: Hazardia blush'd, and turn’d her head aside, A rival's envy (all in vain) to hide. This snuffbox-on the hinge see brilliants shineThis snuffbox will I stake, the prize is mine.
CARD. Alas! far lesser losses than I bear Have made a soldier sigh, a lover swear.