On the Recovery of a young Lady by the use of the WITH pining sickness worn, her beauty fled, From Macrobius, Saturn. 11. 7. Ur Hedera serpens vires arboreas necat, Ex Laberii actoris in scenâ prologo. Translation of the above, A. D. 1794. As circling ivy works the tree's decay, Till like an empty tomb, my aged frame Tells only what I was, and bears my name. In Promptu, to a Lady enquiring the reason why Beards were not worn as in former times. Sapientem pascere barbam. Hor. To brush the cheeks of Ladies fair, With genuine charms o'erspread, Their sapient beards with mickle care Our wise forefathers fed. But since our modern Ladies take Such pains to paint their faces, Amidst the loves and graces! In Promptu, written in 1779. You say, my Friend, that every day In quest of news I haste away, But if nor news nor sense it boast, I don't take in the Morning Post, A SONNET, WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1795, Occasioned by the late scarcity of Grain, and inscribed to the Author's three Periwigs, MALUS, PEJOR, and PESSIMUS. AH Aliquisque MALO fuit usus in illo. H me! full sorely doth it rend my heart, O! PESSIMUS, my veteran friend, to view And think, how soon unpowder'd we must part! (Such solace as the wise and patient know, Shalt scare voracious crows - and all un-flour'd * Mr. ORCHARD, peruke-maker in Bath. From Martial. Tu Setina quidem nobis, &c. You press me to drink your Champaynı, and Tokay By which you have poison'd four wives, as they say: I ne'er can believe such a scandalous tale, -So here's your good health, in a glass of your-ale. CRITIQUE, On the following Inscription upon the New Pump at Cheltenham. "Fons novus "Saluti sacrum." (By a learned Lady.) Fons novus, et sacer hic neutro sua mascula jungit! Nonne hæc famineo propria sunt generi? On the Execution of Mr. Coyghley for High Treason. Some wept, you say, when Coyghley was no more! I wept, because he was not hang'd before. Et satura humano nutrivit sanguine tigris, Inter tot turpes, occiso Rege, triumphos, Seu vos cum BATAVIS scelerata ad prælia cogit Ampla movent spolia, et vestris addenda trophæis! Imperium, aut BRITONUM LIBERTAS exulat oris, Id. Mart. 1793. |