His valour would no more employ, Which might alone have conquer'd Troy ; For vengeance on his friends, the Greeks. You think this turbulence of blood 325 130 From paffion you may then be freed, 135 SAY. Stella when you copy next, Will you keep ftrictly to the text? Dare you let these reproaches ftand, And to your failing set your hand? Or, if thefe lines your anger fire, 140 Whene'er they burn if burn they must, They'll prove my accufation juft. STELLA to Dr SWIFT on his birthday, Nov. 30. 1721 †. Τ ST Patrick's Dean, your country's pride, My early and my only guide, This poem fhews the delicacy of Stella's tafte. It is the only remaining performance of that improved and lovely woman that I know of in the poetie ftrain. It was given by Dr Swift to a lady of his acquaintance, who had a great esteem for the virtues and accomplishments of the amiable Stella, altho' he never had the leaft intimacy with her. The Doctor affured this lady that it was a piece entirely genuine from the hands of Stella, without any fort of correction what foever. Swift---See Bons mots de Stella, in vol. iv.; and her character in Dr Swift's life, prefixed to vol. i. Let me among the reft attend, Your pupil and your humble friend, The day that paid your mother's pains; In gratitude alone to you. WHEN men began to call me fair, You interpos'd your timely care; You early taught me to despise The ogling of a coxcomb's eyes; Shew'd where my judgment was misplac'd; Refin'd my fancy and my tafte. BEHOLD that beauty juft decay'd, Invoking art to nature's aid; Forfook by her admiring train, She spreads her tatter'd nets in vain ; STELLA to you, her tutor, owes behind. With half her course of years Of luftre to my fading eyes; How foon a beauteous mind repairs The lofs of changʻd or falling hairs ; 26 25 30 35 How wit and virtue from within Send out a fmoothnefs o'er the skin : Your lectures could my fancy fix, Coquetting, gives not me the spleen; 45 Till time fhall make their paffions cool; Then tumbling down time's steepy hill, 50 55 Late dying may you cast a fhred The JOURNAL of a MODERN LADY. Written in 1728. T was a most unfriendly part IT In you, who ought to know my heart, For all the female.commonweal- Since first I learn'd to tune a string? 5 10 Methinks I hear the ladies cry, Will he his character belie? 15 And have we loft our only friend? Ah, lovely nymphs, remove your fears, [Here feveral verfes are omitted.] The hound be hunted by the hare, ; "TWAS you engag'd me firft to write, By nature turn'd to play the rake well, (As we shall shew you in the sequel), Of headach and the fpleen complains ; Her night-gown and her flippers brought her, ་་ "But was it not confounded hard? If you'll redeem the filver cup 50 55 He keeps in pawn?" Why, fhew him up." 60 To take, for int'reft cent. per cent. And, Madam, there's my Lady Spade Hath fent this letter by her maid. "Well, I remember what she won; And hath the sent so foon to dun ? "Here, carry down those ten pistoles "My husband left to pay for coals: There's Mrs Cut and the combine, Now to another scene give place: Enter the folks with filks and lace: 65 70 75 |