TUESDAY.—St. JAMES'S Coffee-House

Thou, who so many favours hast receiv'd, Wond'rous to tell, and hard to be believ'd, Oh! H—d, to my lays attention lend, Hear how two lovers boastingly contend: Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth, Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth.

St. James's bell had toll'd some wretches in, (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin) The happier sinners now their charms bring out, And to their mantuas their complexions suit; The opera queens had finish'd half their faces, And city dames already taken places; Fops of all kinds, to see the Lion, run; The beauties stay till the first act's begun, And beaux step home to put fresh linen on. No well-dress'd youth in coffee house remain'd, But pensive Patch, who on the window lean'd; And Silliander, that alert and gay, First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.