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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431482" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Town Eclogues: Thursday; the Bassette-Table</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SMILINDA and CARDELIA.CARDELIA.<br> 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">SMILINDA.<br> 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">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> In one bad deal three Septleva's I lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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">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">SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See ! BETTY LOVEIT very &agrave; 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">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">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">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">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">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">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">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">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">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">CARDELIA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> 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">SMILINDA.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><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">LOVEIT.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> 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 ..."></div>
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