"Tis but the funeral of the former year. Let joy or ease, let affluence or content, THE CHALLENGE. A COURT BALLAD. ΙΟ 20 To the tune of "To all you Ladies now at Land," &c. By Dorset. Written anno 1717— Warton. I. To one fair lady out of court, And two fair ladies in, Who think the Turk1 and Pope 2 a sport, And wit and love no sin! Come, these soft lines, with nothing stiff in, With a fa, la, la. · II. What passes in the dark third row, 1 Ulrick, the little Turk. 2 The author. 3 Mary, youngest daughter of the second Lord Bellenden, afterwards married to Colonel Campbell, Miss Mary Lepell, and afterwards married to Lord Hervey. And garrets hung with green; III. Then why to courts should I repair, IV. Alas! like Schutz I cannot pun, Like Grafton court the Germans; V. In truth, by what I can discern, Of courtiers, 'twixt you three, With a fa, la, la. 1 Lord Townshend was dismissed from office in 1716. 2 Lord-Lieutenant of Ireland. 3 Henrietta, Duchess of Marlborough, is believed to be the "Flavia" of Moral Essays, Ep. ii. VI. At Leicester Fields, a house full high, There may you meet us three to three, VII. But should you catch the prudish itch, VIII. And thus, fair maids, my ballad ends; With a fa, la, la. ANSWER TO THE FOLLOWING QUESTION OF. MRS. HOWE. WHAT is prudery? 'Tis a beldam, Seen with wit and beauty seldom. 'Tis a fear that starts at shadows. 'Tis (no, 'tisn't) like Miss Meadows. Old, and void of all good-nature; That rails at dear Lepell and you. SONG, BY A PERSON OF QUALITY. I. FLUTTERING spread thy purple pinions, II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, III. Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping, Him the boar in silence creeping, IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers; V. Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors, Armed in adamantine chains, Lead me to the crystal mirrors, Watering soft Elysian plains. ΤΟ VI. Mournful cypress, verdant willow, VII. Melancholy smooth Maander, With thy flowery chaplets crowned. VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping, ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT.1 I KNOW the thing that's most uncommon; I know a reasonable woman, Handsome and witty, yet a friend. Not warped by passion, awed by rumour, Not grave through pride, or gay through folly, An equal mixture of good humour, And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then" (Envy says), "sir?" The woman's deaf, and does not hear. ΙΟ 1 Mrs. Howard, afterwards Countess of Suffolk, and mistress of George II. |