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Poems on Several Occasions

By Jonathan Smedley

Smedley, Jonathan (1671-1729)

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To CLOE,

To BELINDA, Singing.

[Thus said Kingstone, When I die]

On Mr. Welfted's presenting his Ode on the Duke of Marlborough's Apoplexy, to a Celebrated Toast.

The ROVER Fix'd.

To Jacynta, Lamenting at Cloe's Small-Pox.

Neptune to Æolus.

AN EPITAPH Upon His GRACE John Duke of Marlborough:

AN ODE To the Right Honourable the Earl of CADOGAN.

THE Ode-Maker;

A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

OCCASIONED By An ODE TO Earl St---pe.

On His Excellency the Earl of Cadogan's Publick Entry at the Hague, May 28. 1718.

CLOE to Mr. Tickell,

TO Sir RICHARD STEELE,

On Martilla Weeping.

ON A Masqu'd MISTRESS.

CLAUDIAN's Old Man of VERONA.

EPITAPH ON Sir JOHN EDGAR

HOR. Lib. III. Ode 16.

EPIGRAM.

AN EPITAPH ON Isaac Bickerstaff's CAT.

A FAMILIAR EPISTLE

CHESTER TOWN:

ON The Death of a Lap-Dog.

A Certain PREFACE, put into Rhyme.

The POEM Transvers'd.

On a Norfolk PARSON.

On a Big-belly'd Lady, who fell above the Middle in the Water.

AN EPISTLE

To Mrs. A. B.

The Tunbridge Beauty. 1715.

The Mournful Shepherdess.

CUPID in Love.

A Hint from Propertius.

The Fox and Goat.

Fix'd on a Church Door.

HORACE, Epod. II.

ON A Concert of MUSIC.

TO An Ugly OLD MAID.

On the Death of Ranter.

FANCY;

HOR. Lib. III. Ode IX.

HOR. Lib. I. Ode XXVI.

HOR. Lib. IV. Ode XII.

IMITATED

The Ecclesiastical Don Quixote:

Blew-Ey'd NANCY;

The TORY PLOT Unravel'd.

The Second Part.

A Triumphant SONG

ON A MICROSCOPE.

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TO An Ugly OLD MAID.

I

Balda! Thou art of Woman-kind,
That lives, the oddest Creature;
With Wisdom you have Folly join'd;
Perverseness with good Nature.

II

Or Silent, or in Mirth too Loud,
Still various you appear;
Humble To-Day, To-Morrow Proud;
Now Gentle, now Severe.

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III

Rashly you Love, as rashly Hate,
And make, at Sight, each Person,
(Such Miracles can Pride create)
Your Favourite or Aversion.

IV

Now, Balda! since your Merit's clear;
What needs there more be said?
Withdraw betimes; and say your Prayer;
And then go, straight, to Bed.