SILLIANDER and PATCH.
 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 alike for gallantry and truth.

 St. JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in,
 (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin)
 The happier sinners now their charms put out,
 And to their manteaus their complexions suit :
 The opera queens had finish'd half their faces,
 And city-dames allready taken places ;
 Fops of all kinds to see the Lion, run ;
 The beauties stay till the first act's begun,
 And beaux step home to put fresh linen on.
 No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd,
 But pensive PATCH, who on the window lean'd ;
 And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay,
 First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.


SILLIANDER.

 Why all these sighs ? ah ! why so pensive grown ?
 Some cause there is that thus you sit alone.
 Does hapless passion all this sorrow move ?
 Or dost thou envy where the ladies love ?


PATCH.

 If, whom they love, my envy must pursue,
 'Tis sure, at least, I never envy You.


SILLIANDER.

 No, I'm unhappy, You are in the right,
 'Tis You they favour, and 'tis Me they slight.
 Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast,
 A club of ladies where 'tis Me they toast.


PATCH.

 Toasting does seldom any favour prove ;
 Like us, they never toast the thing they love.
 A certain Duke one night my health begun ;
 With chearful pledges round the room it run,
 Till the young SILVIA press'd to drink it too,
 Started, and vow'd she knew not what to do :
 What, drink a fellow's health ! she dy'd with shame :
 Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.


SILLIANDER.

 Ill fates pursue me, may I never find
 The dice propitious, or the ladies kind,
 If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear,
 And one from me she condescends to wear.


PATCH.

 Women are always ready to receive ;
 'Tis then a favour when the sex will give.
 A lady (but she is too great to name)
 Beauteous in person, spotless is her fame,
 With gentle strugglings let me force this ring ;
 Another day may give another thing.


SILLIANDER.

 I cou'd say something -- see this billet-doux --
 And as for presents -- look upon my shoe --
 These buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft,
 But a young Countess fondly made the gift.


PATCH.

 My Countess is more nice, more artful too,
 Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue :
 This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd,
 And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ;
 She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize,
 With affectation cramm'd it down her stays :
 Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen,
 I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.


SILLIANDER.

 Last night, as I stood ogling of her Grace,
 Drinking delicious poison from her face,
 The soft enchantress did that face decline,
 Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ;
 With sudden art some secret did pretend,
 Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend,
 While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose,
 And thousand beauties to my sight expose.


PATCH.

 Early this morn -- (but I was ask'd to come)
 I drank bohea in CÆLIA's dressing-room :
 Warm from her bed, to me alone within,
 Her night-gown fasten'd with a single pin ;
 Her night-cloaths tumbled with resistless grace,
 And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ;
 Reaching the kettle, made her gown unpin,
 She wore no waistcoat, and her shift was thin.


SILLIANDER.

 See TITIANA driving to the park,
 Hark ! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ;
 In her all beauties of the spring are seen,
 Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle green.


PATCH.

 See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes !
 Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows ;
 In her the glory of the heav'ns we view,
 Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.


SILLIANDER.

 What colour does in CÆLIA's stockings shine ?
 Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.


PATCH.

 What are her garters ! tell me if you can ;
 I'll freely own thee for the happier man.


 Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain,
 While SILLIANDER but contends in vain.
 After a conquest so important gain'd,
 Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd.