WHAT! five long acts—and all to… Our authoress sure has wanted an a… Had she consulted 'me’, she should… Her moral play a speaking masquera… Warm’d up each bustling scene, and…

WELL, having stoop’d to conquer… And gain’d a husband without aid f… Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wis… As I have conquer’d him, to conqu… And let me say, for all your resol…

WHERE the Red Lion flaring o’er… Invites each passing stranger that… Where Calvert’s butt, and Parsons… Regale the drabs and bloods of Dr… There in a lonely room, from baili…

When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray… What charm can soothe her melancho… What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover,

WHEN lovely woman stoops to foll… And finds too late that men betray… What charm can soothe her melancho… What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover,

THIS tomb, inscrib’d to gentle P… May speak our gratitude, but not h… What heart but feels his sweetly-m… That leads to truth through pleasu… Celestial themes confess’d his tun…

1 Of old, when Scarron… 2 Each guest brought his dish,… 3 If our landlord supplies us… 4 Let each guest bring himself… 5 Our Dean shall be venison,…

Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man

DESCRIPTION OF AN AU… WHERE the Red Lion flaring o’er… Invites each passing stranger that… Where Calvert’s butt, and Parsons… Regale the drabs and bloods of Dr…

INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN… TO CONQUER’ THERE is a place, so Ariosto si… A treasury for lost and missing th… Lost human wits have places assign…

('Imitated from the Spanish’.) SURE ’twas by Providence design’… Rather in pity, than in hate, That he should be, like Cupid, bl… To save him from Narcissus’ fate.

‘Enter’ MRS. BULKLEY, ‘who curtsies very low as beginnin… Then enter’ MISS CATLEY, ‘who stands full before her, and c… MRS. BULKELEY.

’TWAS you, or I, or he, or all t… ’Twas one, both, three of them, th… This, I believe, between us great… You, I, he, wrote it not—'twas Ch…

IN IMITATION OF DEAN SW… LOGICIANS have but ill defin’d As rational, the human kind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.

STANZAS ON THE TAKING… GENERAL WOLFE AMIDST the clamour of exulting… Which triumph forces from the patr… Grief dares to mingle her soul-pie…