PA. (To PL.) Of all these excellent accomplishments Which would you chufe, fir, if you had the option? PL. I would at leaft, my poor thanks could be equal To his deferts and yours, fince both of you, I now experience, have concerning me PER. You are a fool Expence forfooth!-'tis true, upon an enemy, Eat, drink, and ufe your pleafure with me; load PA. Quid ad illas artes optaffis, fi optio eveniat tibi? PL. Hujus pro meritis ut referri pariter poffit gratia, Tibique, quibus nunc me effe experior fummæ folicitudini. At tibi tanto fumptui effe mihi moleftum eft. For, through the gods kind favour I may fay it, PER. Morus es. Nam in mala uxore atque inimico fi quid fumas, fummus est: In bono hofpite atque amico quæftus, quod fumitur: Deum virtute, ut tranfeuntem hofpitio accipiam, eft apud me comitas. Es, bibe, animo obfequere mecum, atque onera te hilaritudine: Liberæ funt ædis, liber fum autum ego, me uti volo libere.' VOL. I. N n There There follow fome very humorous defcriptions of wives in general, which are not inapplicable to the modern modes, and which poffibly may appear in a fu ture publication of your miscellany. I wish and hope, that very free criticifms on the undertaking may be communicated to your publifher; as I fhall improve by them either way, whether they refpect the tranflation or the original, The TWO BUTTERFLIES, NCE on a fummer's golden day, And nature offer'd at his farine Her incenfe to the pow'r benign, A Butterfly, the vaineft thing Ranging the garden's flow'ry pride, Perch'd on a gawdy fun-flow'r's fide. A Butterfly of meaner race, By chance poffefled the neighb'ring place, A Butterfly of no renown. The BEAUTY'S bofom fwell'd with pride; She gave her head a tofs or two, Hence Hence dawdy, paltry thing, away, Be gone, mean wretch, go flutter hence, When ftrait to check her haughty pride, The humbler infect thus reply'd, "Yes You are handfome, I am plain, Yet why so infolent and vain ? Whilft thro' the garden and the grove I unmolested gaily rove, Your beauty may be your undoing, Defpife a homely poor relation; May never you your charms lament. The BELLE, who, from her earliest youth What, fhall fuch wretched, vulgar Creters Dareft thou pretend to preach to ME? Then clapp'd her wings, and fled away, Her pride to humble and chaftife, To where the giddy glittering thing The very infect which he fought; He faw, admir'd, perfu'd, and caught. What mercy then could beauty win! This fad, too late, repentant moan. Why did I treat, too idly vain, With her how gladly would I change, Ye butterflies of human kind, For you the moral is defign'd. Beauty's Beauty's enchanting when allied With modefty instead of pride, Oft finds her beauty but a fnare. Written on the Fifth of November. ACH fingle man's internal frame, EAC Which claims fuch admiration, Appears to differ but in name, From a well-order'd nation. His head you'll call the king in course; His arms the military force; His legs the vulgar choufes ; The learned we may call his heart ; Whoe'er would fuch a state destroy, Whoe'er would ftrike a fecret flame, From fcandal tinder-boxes, X. Y. Ta |