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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431483" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Town Eclogues: Tuesday; St. James's Coffee-House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SILLIANDER and PATCH.<br> THOU so many favours hast receiv'd,<br> Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd,<br> Oh ! H---- D, to my lays attention lend,<br> Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ;<br> Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth,<br> Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> St. JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in,<br> (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin)<br> The happier sinners now their charms put out,<br> And to their manteaus their complexions suit :<br> The opera queens had finish'd half their faces,<br> And city-dames allready taken places ;<br> Fops of all kinds to see the Lion, run ;<br> The beauties stay till the first act's begun,<br> And beaux step home to put fresh linen on.<br> No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd,<br> But pensive PATCH, who on the window lean'd ;<br> And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay,<br> First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SILLIANDER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Why all these sighs ? ah ! why so pensive grown ?<br> Some cause there is that thus you sit alone.<br> Does hapless passion all this sorrow move ?<br> Or dost thou envy where the ladies love ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>PATCH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> If, whom they love, my envy must pursue,<br> 'Tis sure, at least, I never envy You.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SILLIANDER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No, I'm unhappy, You are in the right,<br> 'Tis You they favour, and 'tis Me they slight.<br> Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast,<br> A club of ladies where 'tis Me they toast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>PATCH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Toasting does seldom any favour prove ;<br> Like us, they never toast the thing they love.<br> A certain Duke one night my health begun ;<br> With chearful pledges round the room it run,<br> Till the young SILVIA press'd to drink it too,<br> Started, and vow'd she knew not what to do :<br> What, drink a fellow's health ! she dy'd with shame :<br> Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SILLIANDER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ill fates pursue me, may I never find<br> The dice propitious, or the ladies kind,<br> If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear,<br> And one from me she condescends to wear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>PATCH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Women are always ready to receive ;<br> 'Tis then a favour when the sex will give.<br> A lady (but she is too great to name)<br> Beauteous in person, spotless is her fame,<br> With gentle strugglings let me force this ring ;<br> Another day may give another thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SILLIANDER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I cou'd say something -- see this billet-doux --<br> And as for presents -- look upon my shoe --<br> These buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft,<br> But a young Countess fondly made the gift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>PATCH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My Countess is more nice, more artful too,<br> Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue :<br> This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd,<br> And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ;<br> She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize,<br> With affectation cramm'd it down her stays :<br> Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen,<br> I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SILLIANDER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Last night, as I stood ogling of her Grace,<br> Drinking delicious poison from her face,<br> The soft enchantress did that face decline,<br> Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ;<br> With sudden art some secret did pretend,<br> Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend,<br> While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose,<br> And thousand beauties to my sight expose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>PATCH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Early this morn -- (but I was ask'd to come)<br> I drank bohea in C&AElig;LIA's dressing-room :<br> Warm from her bed, to me alone within,<br> Her night-gown fasten'd with a single pin ;<br> Her night-cloaths tumbled with resistless grace,<br> And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ;<br> Reaching the kettle, made her gown unpin,<br> She wore no waistcoat, and her shift was thin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SILLIANDER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See TITIANA driving to the park,<br> Hark ! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ;<br> In her all beauties of the spring are seen,<br> Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>PATCH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes !<br> Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows ;<br> In her the glory of the heav'ns we view,<br> Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SILLIANDER.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What colour does in C&AElig;LIA's stockings shine ?<br> Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>PATCH.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What are her garters ! tell me if you can ;<br> I'll freely own thee for the happier man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain,<br> While SILLIANDER but contends in vain.<br> After a conquest so important gain'd,<br> Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd.</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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 THOU so many favours hast receiv'd,
 Wondrous 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 al..."></div>
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