Epigrams

YOU've often averr'd I'm the persectest Wit, That ever you saw, or convers'd withal yet, And I in return have has often profest, That of all Womankind you're the fairest and best. The Assertions of Both, are equally true, For as you Laugh at me, so do I Laugh at you.

PHILANDER loads his Board with noble Fare, And ev'ry one that comes is welcome there, Be wise, PHILANDER, and thou than shalt see, They love thy Burgundy, but Laugh at thee.

BELINDA is reduc'd, 'tis said, To prostitute her self for Bread; And if they're sure to hit the White, That mingle Profit with Delight, BELINDA's greatly in the Right.

Be not vain of your fancy'd Success I desire you, Nor think that I love you because I admire you; A Monster does doubtless deserve Admiration, As much as the prettiest Girl in the Nation, And hourly Experience, CORINNA, will show ye, A GRANNY is stare'd at, as much as a CHLOE.

Sir GEORGE the most uncertain of Mankind, Turns with the Tide, and wavers with the Wind; For well he knows all Times will favour him, Who makes no Conscience with the Times to Trim.

As Oaks in stormy Seasons shed, The treacherous Leaves they bear; So CALVUS did but shake his Head, And off he shook his Hair.

On Mr. PRIOR's Tomb in Westminster-Abby. This Busto Lewis gave our Bard, his Strains, At least the best, are borrow'd from Fontaine's: Then what wou'd Prior be, shou'd Gallia claim, Her gifted Monument, and borrow'd Fame!