A THE FURNITURE OF A WOMAN'S MIND. Written in the year 1727. Set of phrafes learn'd by rote; She spoke ten thousand times before; 10. 15 The fight will put her in a swoon; For converfation well endu❜d, She calls it witty to be rude; In chufing lace a critic nice, 20 25 What linen beft the filk will fuit, 30 What colours each complexion match, If chance a mouse creeps in her fight, So fweetly fcreams, if it comes near her, Can dext'rously her husband teafe, Thinks nothing give one airs fo pretty, And but neglects to warm her hair-lace, And vows the scarce can fetch her breath; Be fo robuftious, like a man. In party, furious to her pow'r; O yes More virtues in a woman's mind, Let them be fent to Mrs Harding +; She'll pay the charges to a farthing: To add them in the next edition They may outfell a better thing: So, holla boys; God fave the King. O yes a corruption of oyez, hear ye; a word used by crieṛs. † A Printer. Clever TOM CLINCH going to be hanged.. AS Written in the year 1727. S clever Tom Clinch, while the rabble was bawl Rode ftately thro' Holburn to die in his calling, 151 His cap had a new cherry ribband to tye't. A cant word for confeffing at the gallows. Jonathan Wild, the noted thief-catcher, under-keeper Newgate, who was hanged for receiving stolen goods. 20 On cutting down the old THORN at MARKET-HILL*. A Written in the year 1727. T Market-hill, as well appears By chronicle of ancient date, A spacious thorn before the gate. Sir Archibald, † that val'rous knight, Then lord of all the fruitful plain, Would come to liften with delight, For he was fond of rural ftrain. (Sir Archibald, whose fav'rite name Shall ftand for ages on record, By Scottish bards of highest fame, Wife Hawthornden and Stirling's Lord .) But Time with iron teeth, I ween, Has canker'd all its branches round; No fruit or bloffom to be seen, 'Its head reclining tow'rds the ground. 20 This aged, fickly, fapless thorn, Which muft, alas! no longer ftand, Behold the cruel Dean in fcorn Cuts down with facrilegious hand. * A village near the feat of Sir Arthur Achefon, where the Dean fometimes made a long vifit. ↑ Sir Archibald Achefon, Secretary of State for Scotland. Drummond of Hawthornden, and Sir William Alexander, Earl of Stirling, who were both friends to Sir Archibald, and famous for their poetry. Dame Nature when the faw the blow, Astonish'd gave a dreadful shriek ; And mother Tellus trembled fo, She scarce recover'd in a week. 25 The fylvan pow'rs with fear perplex'd, In prudence and compaffion sent 30 (For none could tell whofe turn was next) The ruin of her ancient feat; And fled in hafte with all her brood, To feek a more fecure retreat. Laft trotted forth the gentle fwine, To ease her itch against the stump, 40 And difmally was heard to whine, All as she scrubb'd her meazly rump, 45 The nymph who dwells in ev'ry tree, (If all be true that poets chant), Condemn'd by fate's fupreme decree, Muft die with her expiring plant. Thus when the gentle Spina found The thorn committed to her care, Receiv'd its last and deadly wound, She fled, and vanish'd into air. But from the root a dismal groan "Thou chief contriver of my fall, "Relentless Dean, to mifchief born; |