1 791. LITERARY INTELLIGENCER, 33I 



I^xplain our hoping and our doubting, 

 Our blufning, fimpering, and pouting ; 

 Teach us all the enchanting arts 

 Of winning, and of keeping hearts : 

 Teach us, dear Doctor, if you can. 

 To humble that proud creature, Man ; 

 To turn the wife ones into fools. 

 The proud and infolent to tools ; 

 To make them all run helter Ikelter, 

 Their necks into the marriage halter : 

 Then leave us to ourfelves with thefe; 

 We'll rule and turn them as we pleafe. 

 Dear Doftor, if you grant our wiihes. 

 We promife you five hundred kiffes ; 

 And rather than th' affair be blunder'd, 

 We'll give you fix fcore to the hundred. 



J. S. 30c pretty Ladies. 



To the Bee. 



Sir Bee, If you are not fplenetic, 



But malleable to the critic, 



I'd thefe few lines inculcate under, 



My fentiments — on your firft number ; 



And Ihould I chance in any thing 



T' offend, retort, Sir — ufe your Iting ; 



All's fair ; and be affur'd I'll fcorn it, 



Bee though you are, nay though a hornet- 



And, primo, as to Dodtor CuUen, 



I'm fure he would look marvellous fullen, 



Broke he from Nature's bond, to fee 



Himfelf in fuch a ftrangc fofTee ; 



With not one fingle leading feature 



To mark the man from fuch a creature j 



Which fhews to all, at the firfl view. 



No more like him — than I'm like you. 



And then, bow oddly the defcripture 



