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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thursday, the Bassette-Table</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CARDELIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bassette-table spread, the tallier come,<br>Why stays SMILINDA in the dressing-room?<br>Rise, pensive nymph! the tallier stays for you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah ! Madam, since my SHARPER is untrue,<br>I joyless make my once ador'd alpieu.<br>I saw him stand behind OMBRELIA's Chair,<br>And whisper with that soft deluding air,<br>And those feign'd sighs that cheat the list'ng fair --</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CARDELIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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>In one bad deal three Septleva's I lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is that a grief which you compare with mine ?<br>With ease the smiles of fortune I resign.<br>Wou'd all my gold in one bad deal were gone,<br>Were lovely SHARPFR mine, and mine alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CARDELIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lover lost, is but a common care,<br>And prudent nymphs against the change prepare.<br>The queen of Clubs thrice lost ! Oh ! who cou'd guess<br>This fatal stroke this unforeseen distress !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See ! BETTY LOVEIT very à propos !<br>She all the pains of love and play does know,<br>Deeply experienc'd many years ago.<br>Dear BETTY shall th' important point decide,<br>BETTY, who oft the pains of each has try'd :<br>Impartial, she shall say who suffers most,<br>By cards, ill-usage, or by lovers lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>LOVEIT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell, tell your griefs ; attentive will I stay,<br>Tho' time is precious, and I want some tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CARDELIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold this equipage by MATHERS wrought<br>With fifty guineas (a great pen'orth !) bought !<br>See on the tooth-pick MARS and CUPID strive,<br>And both the struggling figures seem to liue.<br>Upon the bottom see the Queen's bright face ;<br>A myrtle foliage round the thimble case ;<br>JOVE, JOVE himself does on the scissars shine,<br>The metal and the workmanship divine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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>There 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 diamonds shine ;<br>This snuff-box will I stake, the prize is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CARDELIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas ! far lesser losses than I bear,<br>Have made a soldier sigh, a lover swear :<br>But oh ! what makes the disappointment hard,<br>'Twas my own Lord who 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 son ecart that I had chose,<br>And the next pull my septleva I lose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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 aukward thing when first she came to town,<br>Her shape unfinish'd and her face unknown ;<br>She was my friend, I taught her first to spread<br>Upon her sallow cheeks enlivening red,<br>I introduc'd her to the park and plays,<br>And by my Interest COSINS made her stays ;<br>Ungrateful wretch ! with mimick airs grown pert,<br>She dares to steal my favourite lover's heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CARDELIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wretch that I was ! how often have I swore,<br>When WINNALL tallied, 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"><br>SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How many maids have SHARPER's vows deceiv'd !<br>How many curs'd the moment they believ'd !<br>Yet, his known falshood could no warning prove :<br>Ah ! what are warnings to a maid in love !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CARDELIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But of what marble must that breast be form'd,<br>Can gaze on Bassette, 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 rouleaus 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 Bassette, you who Reason boast,<br>And see if Reason may not there be lost !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What more than marble must that breast compose,<br>That listens 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 :<br>He loves, I whisper to myself, He loves !<br>Such unfeign'd passion in his look 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"><br>CARDELIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the Groom-porter's, batter'd bullies play ;<br>Some Dukes at Marybon bowl time away :<br>But who the bowl or rattling dice compares<br>To Bassette's heavenly joys and pleasing cares ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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"><br>LOVEIT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cease your contention, which has been too long,<br>I grow impatient, and the tea 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>So 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=Lady+Mary+Wortley+Montagu">Lady Mary Wortley Montagu</a><div class=q>
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The bassette-table spread, the tallier come,
Why stays SMILINDA in the dressing-room?
Rise, pensive nymph! the tallier stays for you.


SMILINDA.

Ah ! Madam, since my SHARPER is untrue,
I joyless make my once ador'd alpieu.
I saw him s..."></div>
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