Tale of a Tub.
Box’d in a chair, the beau impatient sits,
While spouts run clatt’ring o’er the roof by fits;
And ever and anon with frightful din
The leather sounds; he trembles from within.
So when Troy chairmen bore the wooden steed,
Pregnant with Greeks, impatient to be freed,
(Those bully Greeks, who, as the moderns do,
Instead of paying chairmen, run them through),
Laocoon struck the outside with his spear,
And each imprison’d hero quak’d for fear.
Description of a city shower. Swift.
Clubs, diamonds, hearts, in wild disorder seen,
With throngs promiscuous strow the level green.
Thus when dispers’d a routed army runs,
Of Asia’s troops, and Afric’s sable sons,
With like confusion different nations fly,
Of various habit, and of various dye,
The pierc’d battalions disunited, fall
In heaps on heaps; one fate o’erwhelms them all.
Rape of the Lock, canto 3.
He does not consider, that sincerity in love is as much out of fashion as sweet snuff; no body takes it now.
Careless Husband.
Lady Easy. My dear, I am afraid you have provoked her a little too far.
Sir Charles. O! Not at all. You shall see, I’ll sweeten her, and she’ll cool like a dish of tea.
Ibid.