'Tis all by luck that things are carry'd- Thus I, long envying your fuccefs, What is this wreath, fo green! fo fair! WRITTEN AT AN INN ON A PARTICULAR OCCASION. BY THE SAME. O thee, fair Freedom! I retire, From fattery, feasting, dice, and din; Nor art thou found in domes much higher It buys me Freedom, at an inn. And now once more I shape my way With kind reception-at an inn. Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, THE THE PRICE OF AN EQUIPAGE. BY THE SAME. Servum fi potes, Ole, non habere, ASK'D a friend, amidst the throng, I whofe coach it was that trail'd along: The gilded coach there--don't you mind? "O Sir, fays he, what, ha'n't ye seen it? "Blefs me, faid I, where can it end ? "What madnefs has poffefs'd my friend? "Four powder'd slaves, and those the tallest! "In lace and food, so large a train? MAR. "And if his whole estate can bear To keep a lad, and one-horfe chair, "I "I own 'tis past my comprehenfion!"- F A BALL A D. BY THE SAME. -Trabit fua quemque voluptas. VIRG. ROM Lincoln to London rode forth our young fquire, To bring down a wife, whom the swains might admire: But, in fpite of whatever the mortal could fay, The goddess objected the length of the way! To give up the op'ra, the park, and the ball, Nor lace-man to plague in a morning-not fhe! To relinquish the play-house, Quin, Garrick, and Clive, Who by dint of mere humour had kept her alive; To forego the full box for his lonesome abode ! O Heav'ns' she should faint, the should die on the road! Το To forget the gay fashions and gestures of France, And to leave dear Auguste in the midst of the dance; And Harlequin too!-'Twas in vain to require it— And she wonder'd how folks had the face to defire it! She might yield to refign the sweet fingers of Ruckholt", Where the citizen-matron regales with her cuckhold; But Ranelagh foon would her footsteps recall, And the mufic, the lamps, and the glare of Vaux-hall. To be sure she could breathe no where else than in town. Thus she talk'd like a wit, and he look'd like a clown: But while honest Harry despair'd to fucceed, A coach with a coronet trail'd her to Tweed. 44444 THE EXTENT OF COOKERY. WH WHEN Tom to Cambridge firft was fent, Read much, and look' as though he meant To be a fop no more. a Ruckholt-house, in the parish of Lowleyton, in Essex, was used as a place of publick diverfion between the years 1740 and 1750. It was an ancient and venerable building purchafed by Earl Tylney for one of his fons, but has now been pulled down many years, and the materials of it fold. |