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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341096" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Basset-Table : An Eclogue</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardelia. Smilinda. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardelia. <br>The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;<br>Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?<br>Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smilinda. <br>Ah, Madam, since my Sharper is untrue,<br>I joyless make my once ador'd <br>Alpeu<br>.<br>I saw him stand behind Ombrelia's Chair, <br>And whisper with that soft, deluding air,<br>And those feign'd sighs which cheat the list'ning Fair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardelia.<br>Is this the cause of your Romantic strains?<br>A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains.<br>As You by Love, so I by Fortune cross'd;<br>One, one bad <br>Deal<br>, Three <br>Septleva's<br>have lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smilinda.<br>Is that the grief, which you compare with mine?<br>With ease, the smiles of Fortune I resign:<br>Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone,<br>Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardelia. <br>A Lover is lost, is but a common care;<br>And prudent Nymphs against that change prepare:<br>The Knave of Clubs thrice lost: Oh! who could guess<br>This fatal stroke, this unforeseen Distress?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smilinda.<br>See Betty Lovet! very <br>a propos<br>,<br>She all the cares of <br>Love<br>and <br>Play<br>does know:<br>Dear Betty shall th' important point decide;<br>Betty, who oft the pain of each has try'd;<br>Impartial, she shall say who suffers most,<br>By <br>Cards' Ill Usage<br>, or by <br>Lover's lost<br>.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovet.<br>Tell, tell your griefs; attentive will I stay,<br>Tho' Time is precious, and I want some Tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardelia. <br>Behold this Equipage, by Mathers wrought,<br>With Fifty Guineas (a great Pen'worth) bought.<br>See, on the Tooth-pick, Mars and Cupid strive;<br>And both the struggling figures seem alive.<br>Upon the bottom shines the Queen's bright Face;<br>A Myrtle Foliage round the Thimble-Case.<br>Jove, Jove himself, does on the Scissors shine;<br>The Metal, and the Workmanship, divine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smilinda.<br>This Snuff-Box, - once the pledge of Sharper's love,<br>When rival beauties for the Present strove;<br>At Corticelli's he the Raffle won;<br>Then first his Passion was in public shown:<br>Hazardia blush'd, and turn'd her Head aside,<br>A Rival's envy (all in vain) to hide.<br>This Snuff-Box,- on the Hinge see Brilliants shine:<br>This Snuff-Box will I stake; the Prize is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardelia. <br>Alas! far lesser losses than I bear,<br>Have made a Soldier sigh, a Lover swear.<br>And Oh! what makes the disappointment hard,<br>'Twas my own Lord that drew the fatal Card.<br>In complaisance, I took the Queen he gave;<br>Tho' my own secret wish was for the Knave.<br>The Knave won Sonica, which I had chose;<br>And, the next Pull, my Septleva I lose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smilinda.<br>But ah! what aggravates the killing smart,<br>The cruel thought, that stabs me to the heart;<br>This curs'd Ombrelia, this undoing Fair,<br>By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear;<br>She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears,<br>She owes to me the very charms she wears.<br>An awkward Thing, when first she came to Town;<br>Her Shape unfashion'd, and her Face unknown:<br>She was my friend; I taught her first to spread<br>Upon her sallow cheeks enliv'ning red:<br>I introduc'd her to the Park and Plays;<br>And, by my int'rest, Cozens made her Stays.<br>Ungrateful wretch, with mimic airs grown pert, <br>She dares to steal my Fav'rite Lover's heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardelia. <br>Wretch that I was, how often have I swore,<br>When Winnall tally'd, I would punt no more?<br>I know the Bite, yet to my Ruin run;<br>And see the Folly, which I cannot shun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smilinda. <br>How many Maids have Sharper's vows deceiv'd?<br>How many curs'd the moment they believ'd?<br>Yet his known Falsehoods could no Warning prove:<br>Ah! what is warning to a Maid in Love?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardelia. <br>But of what marble must that breast be form'd,<br>To gaze on Basset, and remain unwarm'd?<br>When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are set in decent rank;<br>Expos'd in glorious heaps the tempting Bank,<br>Guineas, Half-Guineas, all the shining train;<br>The Winner's pleasure, and the Loser's pain:<br>In bright Confusion open Rouleaux lie,<br>They strike the Soul, and glitter in the Eye.<br>Fir'd by the sight, all Reason I disdain;<br>My Passions rise, and will not bear the rein.<br>Look upon Basset, you who Reason boast;<br>And see if Reason must not there be lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smilinda.<br>What more than marble must that heart compose,<br>Can hearken coldly to my Sharper's Vows?<br>Then, when he trembles! when his Blushes rise!<br>When awful Love seems melting in his Eyes!<br>With eager beats his Mechlin Cravat moves:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He Loves,'<br>- I whisper to myself, <br>'He Loves!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such unfeign'd Passion in his Looks appears,<br>I lose all Mem'ry of my former Fears;<br>My panting heart confesses all his charms,<br>I yield at once, and sink into his arms:<br>Think of that moment, you who Prudence boast;<br>For such a moment, Prudence well were lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cardelia. <br>At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play,<br>Some Dukes at Mary-Bone bowl Time away.<br>But who the Bowl, or ratt'ling Dice compares<br>To Basset's heav'nly Joys, and pleasing Cares?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Smilinda.<br>Soft Simplicetta doats upon a Beau;<br>Prudina likes a Man, and laughs at Show. <br>Their several graces in my Sharper meet;<br>Strong as the Footman, as the Master sweet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lovet.<br>Cease your contention, which has been too long;<br>I grow impatient, and the Tea's too strong.<br>Attend, and yield to what I now decide;<br>The Equipage shall grace Smilinda's Side:<br>The Snuff-Box to Cardelia I decree,<br>Now leave complaining, and begin your Tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+Pope">Alexander Pope</a><div class=q>
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Cardelia. 
The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;
Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?
Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you:

Smilinda. 
Ah, Madam, since my Sharper is untrue,
I joyless make my once ador'd 
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