Of two reliefs to cure a love-sick mind,
Flavia prescribes despair; I urge, be kind;
Flavia, be kind: the remedy’s as sure;
’Tis the most pleasant, and the quickest cure.
Under the Picture of a Beau.
This vain thing set up for a man,
But see what fate attends him;
The powdering barber first began,
The barber-surgeon ends him.
On a Gentleman drinking the Health of an unkind Mistress.