Alexander Pope (1688–1744). Complete Poetical Works. 1903.
Poems: 171317The Basset-Table
C
Why stays Smilinda in the dressing-room?
Rise, pensive nymph! the Tallier waits for you.
S
I joyless make my once adored Alpeu.
I saw him stand behind Ombrelia’s chair,
And whisper with that soft deluding air,
And those feign’d sighs which cheat the list’ning Fair.
C
A mightier grief my heavy heart sustains:
As you by love, so I by Fortune crost;
One, one bad Deal, three Septlevas have lost.
S
With ease the smiles of fortune I resign:
Would all my gold in one bad Deal were gone,
Were lovely Sharper mine, and mine alone.
C
And prudent nymphs against that change prepare:
The Knave of Clubs thrice lost: Oh! who could guess
This fatal stroke, this unforeseen distress?
S
She all the cares of love and play does know.
Dear Betty shall th’ important point decide;
Betty! who oft the pain of each has tried;
Impartial she shall say who suffers most,
By cards’ ill usage, or by lovers lost.
L
Though time is precious, and I want some tea.
C
With fifty guineas (a great pen’worth) bought.
See on the toothpick Mars and Cupid strive,
And both the struggling figures seem alive.
Upon the bottom shines the Queen’s bright face;
A myrtle foliage round the thimble case.
Jove, Jove himself does on the scissors shine:
The metal, and the workmanship, divine.
S
When rival beauties for the present strove;
At Corticelli’s he the raffle won;
Then first his passion was in public shown:
Hazardia blush’d, and turn’d her head aside,
A rival’s envy (all in vain) to hide.
This snuffbox—on the hinge see brilliants shine—
This snuffbox will I stake, the Prize is mine.
C
Have made a soldier sigh, a lover swear.
And oh! what makes the disappointment hard,
’T was my own Lord that drew the fatal card.
In complaisance I took the Queen he gave,
Tho’ my own secret wish was for the Knave.
The Knave won Sonica, which I had chose,
And the next pull my Septleva I lose.
S
The cruel thought that stabs me to the heart,
This curs’d Ombrelia, this undoing Fair,
By whose vile arts this heavy grief I bear,
She, at whose name I shed these spiteful tears,
She owes to me the very charms she wears.
An awkward thing when first she came to town,
Her shape unfashion’d, and her face unknown:
She was my friend; I taught her first to spread
Upon her sallow cheeks enlivening red;
I introduced her to the park and plays,
And by my int’rest Cozens made her Stays.
Ungrateful wretch! with mimic airs grown pert,
She dares to steal my favourite lover’s heart.
C
When Winnall tallied, I would punt no more!
I know the bite, yet to my ruin run,
And see the folly which I cannot shun.
S
How many curs’d the moment they believ’d?
Yet his known falsehoods could no warning prove:
Ah! what is warning to a maid in love?
C
To gaze on Basset, and remain unwarm’d?
When Kings, Queens, Knaves, are set in decent rank,
Exposed in glorious heaps the tempting Bank,
Guineas, half-guineas, all the shining train,
The winner’s pleasure, and the loser’s pain.
In bright confusion open Rouleaux lie,
They strike the soul, and glitter in the eye:
Fired by the sight, all reason I disdain,
My passions rise, and will not bear the rein.
Look upon Basset, you who reason boast,
And see if reason must not there be lost.
S
Can harken coldly to my Sharper’s vows?
Then when he trembles! when his blushes rise!
When awful love seems melting in his eyes!
With eager beats his Mechlin cravat moves:
‘He loves’—I whisper to myself, ‘He loves!’
Such unfeign’d passion in his looks appears,
I lose all mem’ry of my former fears;
My panting heart confesses all his charms,
I yield at once, and sink into his arms.
Think of that moment, you who Prudence boast;
For such a moment Prudence well were lost.
C
Some dukes at Mary-bone bowl time away;
But who the Bowl or rattling Dice compares
To Basset’s heav’nly joys and pleasing cares?
S
Prudina likes a man, and laughs at show:
Their several graces in my Sharper meet,
Strong as the footman, as the master sweet.
L
I grow impatient, and the tea’s too strong.
Attend, and yield to what I now decide;
The equipage shall grace Smilinda’s side;
The snuffbox to Cardelia I decree;
Now leave complaining, and begin your tea.