If POPE, the prince of poets, fick a-bed, I whisk into my coach, and drive away. The Author apologizes to a Lady, for his being a little man. Natura nufquam magis, quam in minimis tota eft. PLINY. By Mr. L U N. I. YES, contumelious fair, you scorn The amorous dwarf, that courts you to his arms, But ere you leave him quite forlorn, And to fome youth gigantic yield your charms, Say, II. Say, is it carnage makes the man? Your lover's worth by quantity, or weight? III. The lefs the body to the view, The foul (like fprings in clofer durance pent) Unceafing, unextinguish'd, and unspent ; As bright, as brisk, as lasting, as the vestal fire. IV. Does thy young bofom pant for fame ; ง. Look in the glass, survey that cheek- The shape so tender,-looks fo meek,- VI. Young AMMON did the world fubdue, Ah! charmer, fhould I conquer you, With him in fame, as well as fize, I'll vie. The DECISION. Μ By the fame. I. Y FLORIO, wildeft of his fex, M (Which fure the verieft faint wou'd vex) From beauty roves to beauty; Yet tho' abroad the wanton roam, Whene'er he deigns to stay at home, II. Something to every charming fhe, In thoughtless prodigality, He's granting ftill and granting; To PHYLLIS that, to CHLOE this, And every madam, every mifs, Yet I find nothing wanting. III. If haply I his will displease, He foams and rages ever! But when he ceafes from his ire; A I.ne'er IV. I ne'er want reafon to complain, And ev'ry joy grows greater; Then trust me, damfels, whilft I tell, If I cou'd make him better. An EXTEMPORE E PIGRAM. On CLARISSA. N foft CLARISSA's form united shine IN Such female ease and majefty divine, That each beholder muft with awe declare But when the ftores of judgment, wit and sense GRANTICOLA. An Epistle from Mr. ALSOP to Dr. KEIL, D On his MARRIAGE. I. EAR JOHN, if you are not bely'd, You that so many nymphs have try'd, To take, good Gods, a wife! Of II. Of all the numerous female fcum, What jade, the devil take her, Could thus bewitch thee to become Cuckold, from cuckold-maker. III. Since thou art in-for't now, old friend, IV. I who, hard fate! am forc'd to rove, And leave my country out of love, V. But I, by heav'ns decree, remain And hourly fuch delights obtain, VI. Me a kind wife's embraces chear, More hap'ly join'd than we. VII. Fain would I hear the jefts that pass, The mirth that's made on me; Fain would partake the circling glass, |