Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
To Mrs. IANE BARKER, on her Resolution of Versifying no more.
MAdam, I can't but wonder why of late,
What you so lov'd, you now so much shou'd hate.
Your Muse, with whom you thought your self once blest,
That now shou'd banish'd be from your fair Breast:
'T may convince some (but that it ne'er shall me)
That in your Sex there is inconstancy;
Whom formerly with name of (a)Gallant grac'd,
By you so suddenly shou'd be displac'd.
Is this the recompence which you intend
Now to bestow on your so early Friend?
Who when a Child, put in your hand a Bough(b),
Hoping, in time, it might adorn your Brow.
Methinks you do't, as if you did design
Fate's all resistless pow'r to countermine.
Page 34What else shou'd be the cause, I cannot see,
That makes you so averse to Poetry;
Unless't be this, 'Cause each poor rhiming Fool,
To get a place i'th' Ballad-maker's School,
Spews forth his Dogrel-rhimes, which only are
Like rubbish sent i'th' Streets, and every Fair.
Is this an Argument, 'cause Beggars Eat,
Therefore you'll fast, and go without your Meat?
So Vertue may as well aside be laid,
Because a Cloak for Vice too oft it's made.
Shall a true Diamond of less value be,
Because abroad some Counterfeits we see?
But when compar'd, how eas'ly may we know
Which are for sale, and which are for a show.
Then give not o'er, for in this Town they'll say,
A new Gallant has stol'n your Heart away:
Besides, the Muses cannot chuse but pine;
In losing You, they'll lose their Number Nine.