THE FEMALE PHAETON THUS Kitty, beautiful and young, And wild as colt untamed, Bespoke the fair from which she sprung With little rage inflamed: Inflamed with rage at sad restraint, And sorely vex'd to play the saint, "Shall I thumb holy books, confined "Must Lady Jenny frisk about, And visit with her cousins? At balls must she make all the rout, And bring home hearts by dozens? THE FEMALE PHAETON "What has she better, pray, than I? That all mankind for her should die, "Dearest mamma, for once let me, "I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score, Make all her lovers fall; They'll grieve I was not loosed before: She, I was loosed at all!" Fondness prevail'd, mamma gave way: Kitty, at heart's desire, Obtain'd the chariot for a day, And set the world on fire. MATTHEW PRIOR ANSWER TO CHLOE JEALOUS DEAR CHLOE, how blubber'd is that pre face! Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all curl'd: Pr'ythee quit this caprice; and, as old Falst says, Let us e'er talk a little like folks of t world. How canst thou presume, thou hast leave destroy The beauties which Venus but lent to t keeping? Those looks were design'd to inspire love a joy; More ordinary eyes may serve people weeping. To be vext at a trifle or two that I writ, Your judgment at once, and my passion, wrong: ANSWER TO CHLOE JEALOUS You take that for fact, which will scarce be found wit; Ods life! must one swear to the truth of a 'song? What I speak, my fair Chloe, and what I write, shows The difference there is betwixt nature and art: I court others in verse but I love thee in prose; And they have my whimsies - but thou hast my heart. The God of us verse-men (you know, child) the Sun, How after his journeys he sets up his rest: If at morning o'er Earth 't is his fancy to run; At night he declines on his Thetis' breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day; To thee, my delight, in the evening I come: |