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Madam Le Croy.
Of all the Plagues Mankind possess,
Defend me from the Sorceress,
Who draws from Lines her Calculations,
Instead of Squares for Demonstrations;
Such as Le Croy imposes on
The credulous deluded Town;
Who tho they know themselves but fool'd,
Bring double Fees for being gull'd.
So Client jilted of his Suit,
Loses his Cause, and pays to boot.
Defend me from the Sorceress,
Who draws from Lines her Calculations,
Instead of Squares for Demonstrations;
Such as Le Croy imposes on
The credulous deluded Town;
Who tho they know themselves but fool'd,
Bring double Fees for being gull'd.
So Client jilted of his Suit,
Loses his Cause, and pays to boot.
In comes a Duke from mighty Place
And Merit, faln into disgrace;
She views his Hand, and bids him Joy,
Calls him his Excellence Vice-Roy.
With this high Character the Bubble
Is well content, and pays her double:
Nor dreams he's banish'd with his Fleet
A Slave to Pathmos or to Creet.
As Richm--- to the Northern Frost,
And Clarend--- to the Irish Coast,
Blinded with Pride, senseless of Ruin,
So Fools embrace their own undoing.
And Merit, faln into disgrace;
She views his Hand, and bids him Joy,
Calls him his Excellence Vice-Roy.
With this high Character the Bubble
Is well content, and pays her double:
Nor dreams he's banish'd with his Fleet
A Slave to Pathmos or to Creet.
As Richm--- to the Northern Frost,
And Clarend--- to the Irish Coast,
Blinded with Pride, senseless of Ruin,
So Fools embrace their own undoing.
Graft--- with Jealousy opprest,
She adds a Crescent to his Crest;
No Planet-mount his Brow adorns,
Saturn and Venus turn to Horns:
His Grace is but an Independant,
Whilst Mord--- rules in the Ascendant
Northum--- does next implore
The Stars which Lucy curst before:
And 'twas his Fate, altho he made
A Cloister of the Nuptial Bed,
Whence she's return'd with double Charms,
A Vestal to his faithless Arms.
She adds a Crescent to his Crest;
No Planet-mount his Brow adorns,
Saturn and Venus turn to Horns:
His Grace is but an Independant,
Whilst Mord--- rules in the Ascendant
Northum--- does next implore
The Stars which Lucy curst before:
And 'twas his Fate, altho he made
A Cloister of the Nuptial Bed,
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A Vestal to his faithless Arms.
St. Alb--- Duke, who never sought her,
By th'bargain gets N---castles Daughter:
So says Le Croy, but juster Fate
Dooms him a Match at Billinsgate;
Nor will N---castle his hopes place
In a base Bastard Pippin Race.
By th'bargain gets N---castles Daughter:
So says Le Croy, but juster Fate
Dooms him a Match at Billinsgate;
Nor will N---castle his hopes place
In a base Bastard Pippin Race.
For So---set, she takes upon her
To sooth him up with Maids of Honour:
Courage, tho Youth and Beauty fail,
Your Grace has Charms that will prevail;
No Virgin but must yield a Martyr
T'an Idol of the Star, and Garter.
To sooth him up with Maids of Honour:
Courage, tho Youth and Beauty fail,
Your Grace has Charms that will prevail;
No Virgin but must yield a Martyr
T'an Idol of the Star, and Garter.
These, M---ve, were the pow'rful Charms
Brought Conway Captive to thy Arms;
'Twas not thy Figure, Wit, nor Wealth,
It was the Star that made the Stealth:
Shortly she will repent the Action,
Thy Hopper-arse will cause the Faction.
Brought Conway Captive to thy Arms;
'Twas not thy Figure, Wit, nor Wealth,
It was the Star that made the Stealth:
Shortly she will repent the Action,
Thy Hopper-arse will cause the Faction.
Northamp---, happier in his choice,
In Virgin-Wedlock plac'd his Joys;
Wisely he shun'd that dire Intrigue,
Doom'd to be thy eternal Plague:
Of all for better or for worse,
In missing her he scap'd the Curse.
In Virgin-Wedlock plac'd his Joys;
Wisely he shun'd that dire Intrigue,
Doom'd to be thy eternal Plague:
Of all for better or for worse,
In missing her he scap'd the Curse.
Gray's little Hand she next do's prove,
Brimfull of Luck and Heart of Love.
The Fates you need no more importune,
This is the very line of Fortune;
My Lord, you are most sure of Nancy,
If there be truth in Necromancy.
Brimfull of Luck and Heart of Love.
The Fates you need no more importune,
This is the very line of Fortune;
My Lord, you are most sure of Nancy,
If there be truth in Necromancy.
With Elland how shall we demean us?
Bless me! what's here, the Mount of Venus!
The Table thwarted too! this shows,
You'll die a Martyr in the Cause;
If you wou'd shun this dismal Fate,
Go home my Lord, and Salivate.
Beware of Mercury and such Foes,
Compound with Venus for your Nose.
Bless me! what's here, the Mount of Venus!
The Table thwarted too! this shows,
You'll die a Martyr in the Cause;
If you wou'd shun this dismal Fate,
Go home my Lord, and Salivate.
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Compound with Venus for your Nose.
With Love and Indignation warm,
Ch---ly begins to huff and storm;
I dress and keep an Equipage
With any Coxcomb of the Age.
Pray tell me then a reason why
Each Tinker has his Trull but I?
Your Hand, you need not be so stout,
My Lord your Line of Love is out.
Learn then, if you would have Success,
More Wit and less Affectedness.
Ch---ly begins to huff and storm;
I dress and keep an Equipage
With any Coxcomb of the Age.
Pray tell me then a reason why
Each Tinker has his Trull but I?
Your Hand, you need not be so stout,
My Lord your Line of Love is out.
Learn then, if you would have Success,
More Wit and less Affectedness.
With shoulder Belt and gaudy Feather,
Ten Yards of Crevat ty'd together,
Comes New---gh; by these Lines exprest,
As you'd a narrow Scape i'th' West,
This Demicircle here declares
You'l meet worse Wounds in Venus Wars.
But have a care how you ingage
For a new Coach and Equipage;
Lavish and Love's a double Dart,
That breaks your Back, and this your Heart.
So Hounds and Huntsmen Hare o'erpower,
And what those worry, these devour.
Ten Yards of Crevat ty'd together,
Comes New---gh; by these Lines exprest,
As you'd a narrow Scape i'th' West,
This Demicircle here declares
You'l meet worse Wounds in Venus Wars.
But have a care how you ingage
For a new Coach and Equipage;
Lavish and Love's a double Dart,
That breaks your Back, and this your Heart.
So Hounds and Huntsmen Hare o'erpower,
And what those worry, these devour.
But these are not the only Fools,
Le Croy has choice of female Gulls,
Who puff'd with Pride do flock in vain,
Blown up e'er they discern the Train.
Le Croy has choice of female Gulls,
Who puff'd with Pride do flock in vain,
Blown up e'er they discern the Train.
Thus Lucy into Bondage run
For a great Name to be undone;
Deluded with the Name of Dutchess,
She fell into the Lion's Clutches:
This was Le Croy's bewitching Cheat,
Her Sacred Thirst of being great.
For a great Name to be undone;
Deluded with the Name of Dutchess,
She fell into the Lion's Clutches:
This was Le Croy's bewitching Cheat,
Her Sacred Thirst of being great.
Whilst Graf--- in her Duke less blest,
Is of her Buccanier possest;
With Shr---ry whose Love's intent,
And all the Rout that nose the Scent.
Is of her Buccanier possest;
With Shr---ry whose Love's intent,
And all the Rout that nose the Scent.
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With wither'd Hand and wrinkled Brow
Cleveland in Rage comes next, to know
What desperate Tatterdemallion
Should next vouchsafe to be her Stallion.
But by the Wrinkles on her Brow,
She's told her Charms quite fail her now;
And since she coupled with a Strowler,
Her next Admirer must be Jowler.
Cleveland in Rage comes next, to know
What desperate Tatterdemallion
Should next vouchsafe to be her Stallion.
But by the Wrinkles on her Brow,
She's told her Charms quite fail her now;
And since she coupled with a Strowler,
Her next Admirer must be Jowler.
Arran with counterfeited Grace,
And muffled Veil about her Face,
Shews to Le Croy her snowy Fist,
Who cries, six Husbands at the least;
But yet there's none to that lewd Damp,
No second Love dares light a Lamp.
And muffled Veil about her Face,
Shews to Le Croy her snowy Fist,
Who cries, six Husbands at the least;
But yet there's none to that lewd Damp,
No second Love dares light a Lamp.
Kildare a Beauty in her Bloom,
In vizor steals to know her Doom.
Ye Gods! A double Line of Life,
Madam you'l make a thund'ring Wife;
Great Jove himself and all the Land
Besides your Lord, at your command:
Devon---, Mul---, Scars---, all
Shall Captives to your Empire fall;
Till for a virtuous Wife renown'd,
Your Wittall Lord at last is crown'd.
In vizor steals to know her Doom.
Ye Gods! A double Line of Life,
Madam you'l make a thund'ring Wife;
Great Jove himself and all the Land
Besides your Lord, at your command:
Devon---, Mul---, Scars---, all
Shall Captives to your Empire fall;
Till for a virtuous Wife renown'd,
Your Wittall Lord at last is crown'd.
Next comes young Fox's barren Bliss,
She reads her Fortune in her Phys!
Besides, I find it in your Hand,
Madam, you must be better man'd;
Your brawny Spouse's gross Infusion
Sutes not your airy Constitution:
If for an Heir you would not want,
Make meagre Darcy your Gallant.
She reads her Fortune in her Phys!
Besides, I find it in your Hand,
Madam, you must be better man'd;
Your brawny Spouse's gross Infusion
Sutes not your airy Constitution:
If for an Heir you would not want,
Make meagre Darcy your Gallant.
Fine Lady Cartwright in her Chair
To know her Doom does next repair,
Pursu'd by Fenwick, Frank, and Gray,
Who sigh all night, and dodg all day:
As Beggars dream of golden Heaps,
Each longs, but none the Treasure reaps.
To know her Doom does next repair,
Pursu'd by Fenwick, Frank, and Gray,
Who sigh all night, and dodg all day:
As Beggars dream of golden Heaps,
Each longs, but none the Treasure reaps.
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The next fine Widow Whitmore, she
Is told of gentle Cornb***;
But the sly Wight secur'd the Prey,
And flying bore the Nymph away.
Is told of gentle Cornb***;
But the sly Wight secur'd the Prey,
And flying bore the Nymph away.
Miss Nancy shall bring up the Reer,
Whose Fortune is to have a Peer;
If 'ten't her harder Fate to be
Confounded with Variety.
So tir'd with Change, some Courtly Nice
She makes the last, and the worst choice.
Whose Fortune is to have a Peer;
If 'ten't her harder Fate to be
Confounded with Variety.
So tir'd with Change, some Courtly Nice
She makes the last, and the worst choice.
Why should I tire your Patience out
With Warwick and the wrinkled Rout,
Hinton or Howard? I could tell ye
Of thousands besides Hughes and Nelly,
Who daily crowd upon the Plains,
To find out choice of youthful Swains.
With Warwick and the wrinkled Rout,
Hinton or Howard? I could tell ye
Of thousands besides Hughes and Nelly,
Who daily crowd upon the Plains,
To find out choice of youthful Swains.
But all those Charms that did kind Warmth infuse,
Worn out of date have chil'd my tired Muse.
Worn out of date have chil'd my tired Muse.
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