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A HOUSE OF CHARLES FORD, ESQ. NEAR DUBLIN. 1723.

Carlos, in a merry spite, Did Stella to his house invite: He entertain’d her half a year With generous wines and costly cheer. Don Carlos made her chief, director, That she might o'er the servants hector. In half a week the dame grew nice, Got all things at the highest price: Now at the table head she sits, Presented with the nicest bits: She look'd on partridges with scorn, Except they tasted of the corn: A haunch of venison made her sweat, Unless it had the right fumette, Don Carlos earnestly would beg, Dear madam, try this pigeon's leg; Was happy, when he could prevail To make her only touch a quail. Through candlelight she view'd the wine To see that every glass was fine. At last, grown prouder than the devil With feeding high and treatment civil, Don Carlos now began to find His malice work as he design'd. The