Gulliveriana or, a fourth volume of miscellanies. Being a Sequel of the Three Volumes published by Pope and Swift. To which is added, Alexanderiana; or, A Comparison between the Ecclesiastical and Poetical Pope. And many Things, in Verse and Prose, relating to the latter. With an ample Preface; and a Critique on the Third Volume of Miscellanies lately publish'd by those two facetious Writers [by Jonathan Smedley] |
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To Lucinda, Toujours Gay.
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To Lucinda, Toujours Gay.
O! Pretty Charmer, prithee tell,
What kind Magician's Art or Spell
To every other Female Grace,
Added the Beauties of your Face.
Whence gay and pleas'd you're always seen,
And bloom'd with ever smiling Mien?
What kind Magician's Art or Spell
To every other Female Grace,
Added the Beauties of your Face.
Whence gay and pleas'd you're always seen,
And bloom'd with ever smiling Mien?
Be Sky and Air serene or not;
And be the Weather Cold or Hot.
Or do you Fast, or do you Feast;
Or blow the Winds to West or East.
Be there a Play, or be there none;
At Gaming, have you lost or won;
Have you been favour'd by Spadille;
Or are quite ruin'd by Quadrille.
Do the young Fellows look a Tort,
Or reign you, Premiere Toast, at Court,
To pass, whence comes it, tell, my Deary,
That thus you Laugh, without being weary?
And be the Weather Cold or Hot.
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Or blow the Winds to West or East.
Be there a Play, or be there none;
At Gaming, have you lost or won;
Have you been favour'd by Spadille;
Or are quite ruin'd by Quadrille.
Do the young Fellows look a Tort,
Or reign you, Premiere Toast, at Court,
To pass, whence comes it, tell, my Deary,
That thus you Laugh, without being weary?
I fancy, that, in purer Strain
The Juices filtre thro' your Brain;
And that the vital Flame of Life,
Glows in your little Heart, plus vif
(Enliven'd by some Spirit kind)
Than in the Female Crowd we find.
The Juices filtre thro' your Brain;
And that the vital Flame of Life,
Glows in your little Heart, plus vif
(Enliven'd by some Spirit kind)
Than in the Female Crowd we find.
In Drink and Diet, to your Care,
Is't owing, or is't to your Pray'r
Which flows from Heart and Mind so pure;
Whence is't my Dear, so merry you are?
Whilst thousand Cares disturb my Breast,
And Love or Interest break my Rest:
Whilst I torment my righteous Mind,
Truths about t'other World to find;
Or pump till dead o'Night, to know,
How in the present World things go.
Laugh on then, pretty, charming Creature!
Laugh in every cheerful Feature:
Your Mouth, your Eyes were made for Laughter;
To Day's your own; what will come after,
Let the Severe and Wise enquire,
And when they've done, be ne'er the nigher.
Is't owing, or is't to your Pray'r
Which flows from Heart and Mind so pure;
Whence is't my Dear, so merry you are?
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And Love or Interest break my Rest:
Whilst I torment my righteous Mind,
Truths about t'other World to find;
Or pump till dead o'Night, to know,
How in the present World things go.
Laugh on then, pretty, charming Creature!
Laugh in every cheerful Feature:
Your Mouth, your Eyes were made for Laughter;
To Day's your own; what will come after,
Let the Severe and Wise enquire,
And when they've done, be ne'er the nigher.
Laugh, and laughing, shew, I say,
The Beauties which your Lips display;
Your Lips! than Rubies deep, more red;
The Marlbrough Toss then give your Head,
And shew your Teeth: Shew 'em no matter
Altho' they make my Teeth to water;
Yet let me see them: Let me see,
And let me hear, whatever be
Th'Effect of Seeing, and of Hearing,
So lovely a Laugher—so endearing.
The Beauties which your Lips display;
Your Lips! than Rubies deep, more red;
The Marlbrough Toss then give your Head,
And shew your Teeth: Shew 'em no matter
Altho' they make my Teeth to water;
Yet let me see them: Let me see,
And let me hear, whatever be
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So lovely a Laugher—so endearing.
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