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The Toasters.

Lady Wharton.
When Jove to Ida did the Gods invite,
And in immortal Toastings pass'd the Night,
With more than Bowls of Nectar they were bless'd,
For Venus was the Wharton of the Feast.

Lady Essex.
The bravest Hero, and the brightest Dame
From Belgia's happy Clime Britannia drew;
One pregnant Cloud we find does often frame
The awful Thunder and the gentle Dew.

Lady Essex.
To Essex fill the sprightly Wine,
The Health's engaging and divine:
Let purest Odours scent the Air,
And Wreaths of Roses bind our Hair.
In her chaste Lips these blushing lie,
And those her gentle Sighs supply.

Dutchess of St. Albans.
The Saints above can ask, but not bestow;
This Saint can give all Happiness below.

Dutchess of St. Albans.
The Line of Vere so long renown'd in Arms,
Concludes with Lustre in St. Albans Charms:
Her conqu'ring Eyes have made their Race compleat;
They rose in Valour, and in Beauty set.

Lady Mary Churchill.
Fairest and latest of the beauteous Race,
Blest with your Parents Wit, and her first blooming Face;
Born with our Liberties in William's Reign,
Your Eyes alone that Liberty restrain.

Lady Hyde.
The God of Wine grows jealous of his Art,
He only fires the Head, but Hyde the Heart:
The Queen of Love looks on, and smiles to see
A Nymph more mighty than a Deity.

Lady Sunderland.
All Nature's Charms in Sunderland appear,
Bright as her Eyes, and as her Reason clear:
Yet still their Force, to Men not safely known,
Seems undiscover'd to herself alone.

Lady Harriot Godolphin.
Godolphin's easy and unpractis'd Air
Gains without Art, and governs without Care:
Her conqu'ring Race with various Fate surprize;
Who 'scape their Arms, are Captives to her Eyes.

Dutchess of Richmond.
Richmond has Charms that continue our Claim
To lay hold of the Toast that belongs to the Name.

Dutchess of Bolton.
Love's keenest Darts are charming Bolton's Care,
Which the fair Tyrant poisons with Despair:
The God of Wine the dire Effect foresees,
And sends the Juice that gives the Lover ease.

Lady Harper.
In Harper all the Graces shine,
Gay as our Mirth, and sparkling as our Wine:
Here's to the Fair—Were Poison in the Cup,
Might she be bless'd, thus would I drink it up.

Lady Manchester.
While haughty Gallia's Dames, that spread
O'er their pale Cheeks an artful Red,
Behold this beauteous Stranger there,
In native Charms divinely fair;
Confusion in their Looks they show'd,
And with unborrow'd Blushes glow'd.

Mrs. Barton.
Stamp'd with her reigning Charms, this Standard-Glass
Shall current thro the Realms of Bacchus pass;
Full fraught with Beauty shall new Flame impart,
And mint her shining Image on the Heart.

Mrs. Digby.
Why laughs the Wine with which this Glass is crown'd?
Why leaps my Heart to hear this Health go round?
Digby warms both with Sympathetick Fires;
Her Name the Glass, her Form my Heart inspires.

Mrs. Digby.
No wonder Ladies that at Court appear,
And in Front-Boxes sparkle all the Year,
Are chosen Toasts; 'twas Digby's matchless Frame,
That Cæsar-like but saw and overcame.

Mrs. Claverine.
Such Beauty join'd with such harmonious Skill,
Must doubly charm, then doubly let us fill.
If Musick be Love's Food, as Lovers think,
When Claverine's nam'd, then Toasting is his Drink.

Mrs. Tempest.
Venus contending for the Golden Ball,
Us'd Helen's Charms to bribe her Judg withal:
Had she been bless'd with Tempest's brighter Eyes,
Unborrow'd Beauty would have gain'd the Prize.

Mrs. Tempest.
If perfect Joys from perfect Beauty rise,
View Tempest's Shape, her Motions and her Eyes:
Undoubted Queen of Love, but Honour's Slave;
While thousands languish, she but one can save.

Mrs. Long.
Fill the Glass, let th'Hautboys sound,
While bright Long's Health goes round:
With eternal Beauty blest,
Ever blooming, still the best;
Drink your Glass, and think the rest.

Mrs. Di-Kirk.
Fair written Name, but deeper in my Heart,
A Diamond cannot cut like Cupid's Dart.
Quickly the Cordial of her Health apply;
For when I cease to toast bright Kirk, I die.

Mrs. Di-Kirk.
So many Charms Di-Kirk surround,
'Tis pity she's unkind;
Her conqu'ring Eyes, not seeing, wound;
As Love darts home, tho blind.

Mrs. Brudenel.
Imperial Juno gave her matchless Grace,
And Hebe's youthful Bloom adorns her Face;
Bright as the Star that leads the heavenly Host,
Brudenel precedes the Glory of the Toast.

Mrs. Brudenel.
Look on the loveliest Tree that shades the Park,
And Brudenel you will find upon the Bark:
Look on the fairest Glass that's fill'd the most,
And Brudenel you will find the darling Toast:
Look on her Eyes, if you their Light can bear,
And Love himself you'll find sit toasting there.

Mademoselle Spanheim.
Admir'd in Germany, ador'd in France,
Your Charms to brighter Glory here advance;
The stubborn Britons own your Beauty's Claim,
And with their native Toasts enroll your Name.

Dutchess of Beaufort.
Offspring of a Tuneful Sire,
Blest with more than mortal Fire;
Likeness of a Mother's Face,
Blest with more than mortal Grace:
You with double Charms surprize,
With his Wit, and with her Eyes.

Lady Carlisle.
Carlisle's a Name can ev'ry Muse inspire,
To Carlisle fill the Glass, and tune the Lyre.
With his lov'd Bays the God of Day shall crown
A Wit and Lustre equal to his own.

Lady Carlisle.
Behold this Northern Star's auspicious Light!
Our fainter Beauties shine not half so bright.
Form'd to attract, yet certain to repel,
Her Charms are [OMITTED] but she guards 'em well.

Lady Carlisle.
She o'er all Hearts and Toasts must reign,
Whose Eyes out-sparkle bright Champain;
Or when she will vouchsafe to smile,
The Brillant that thus writes Carlisle.

Lady Carlisle.
At once the Sun and Carlisle took their way,
To warm the frozen North, and kindle Day;
The Flowers to both their glad Creation ow'd,
Their Virtue he, their Beauty she bestow'd.

Lady Bridgwater.
All Health to her, in whose bright Form we find
Excess of Charms with native Meekness join'd;
Whose tender Beauty safe in Virtue's Care,
Springs from a Race so fruitful of the Fair,
That all Antiquity can boast no more,
For Venus and the Graces were but four.

Mrs. Dashwood.
Fair as the blushing Grape she stands,
Tempting the Gath'rers ready hands;
Blossoms and Fruit in her together meet,
As ripe as Autumn, and like April sweet.

Lady Carlisle.
Great as a Goddess, and of Form Divine,
Our Heads we bend, and all our Hearts resign:
Like Heav'n she rules with an Imperial Sway,
And teaches to adore and to obey.

Mrs. Dunch.
O Dunch! if fewer with thy Charms are fir'd,
Than when by Godfrey's Name thou wast admir'd;
'Tis not that Marriage makes thee seem less fair,
But then we hop'd, and now we must despair.

Mrs. Dunch.
Fair Dunch's Eyes such radiant Glances dart,
As warm the coldest Bosom with Desire:
Those heav'nly Orbs must needs attract the Heart,
Where Churchill's Sweetness softens Godfrey's Fire.

Mrs. Guibbons.
Could Grecian Masters from the Shades return,
To copy Guibbons, 'twould advance their Art;
Theirs never made but one with Passion burn,
But his best Venus conquers ev'ry Heart.

Mrs. Nicholas.
Unrival'd Nicholas, whose victorious Eyes
Love for a Place of Arms with Darts supply'd,
Does on the Toasters like fair Phœbe rise,
To rule their Wines, and Passion's mighty Tide.

Mrs. Barton.
Beauty and Wit strove each in vain,
To vanquish Bacchus and his Train;
But Barton with successful Charms
From both their Quivers drew her Arms;
The roving God his Sway resigns,
And awfully submits his Vines.

Lady Orrery.
Here close the List, here end the Female Strife;
View her the Dawn of Heav'n, and Joys of Life.
Nature to warm the World into Desire,
Makes Dorset's Charms in her soft Sex conspire,
His youthful Form, and his immortal Fire.

Lady Orrery.
Phœbus, from whom this Fair her Wit derives,
No Toast beholds, tho round the World he drives,
That charms so much, or has such Conquest won,
As this bright Daughter of his darling Son.