Think not that France fhall borrow all thy fame-
From British fires deriv'd thy genius came :
Its force, its energy, to thefe it ow'd,
But the fair polish Gallia's clime bestow'd:
The Graces there each ruder thought refin'd,-
And livelieft wit with foundeft fenfe combin'd.-
They taught in sportive Fancy's gay attire
To drefs the graveft of th' Aonian choir,
And gave to fober Wifdom's wrinkled cheek
The fmile that dwells in Hebe's dimple fleek..
Pay to each realm the debt that each may afk:-
Be thine, and thine alone, the pleafing tafk,
In pureft elegance of Gallic phrafe
To cloathe the fpirit of the British lays.
Thus every flower which every Mufe's hand
Has rais'd profufe in Britain's favourite land,
By thee transplanted to the banks of Seine,,
Its fweeteft native odours fhall retain..
And when thy noble friend, with olive crown'd,
In Concord's golden chain has firmly bound
The rival nations, thou for both fhalt raise
The grateful fong to his immortal praise.
Albion fhall think the hears her Prior fing; -
And France, that Boileau ftrikes the tuneful ftring.
Then fhalt thou tell what various talents join'd,
Adorn, embellish, and exalt his mind;
Learning and wit, with fweet politenefs grac'd;,
Wifdom by guile or cunning undebas'd ; .
By pride unfullied, genuine dignity;
A nobler and fublime fimplicity, -

Such in thy verfe fhall Nivernois be shewn :

France fhall with joy the fair refemblance own;
And Albion fighing bid her fons afpire
To imitate the merit they admire.

EPITAPH ON CAPTAIN GRENVILLE.

Y

E weeping Mufes, Graces, Virtues, tell
If, fince your all-accomplish'd Sydney fell,
You, or afflicted Britain, e'er deplor'd
A lofs like that these plaintive lays record!
Such spotless honour; fuch ingenuous truth,
Such ripen'd wisdom in the bloom of youth!
So mild, fo gentle, fo compos'd a mind,
To fuch heroic warmth and courage join'd:
He too, like Sydney, nurs'd in Learning's arms,
For nobler war forfook her fofter charms:
Like him, poffefs'd of every pleasing art,
The fecret with of every female's heart :
Like him, cut off in youthful glory's pride,
He, unrepining, for his country dy'd.

ON CAPTAIN CORNWALL,

SLAIN OFF TOULON, 1743.

THOUGH Britain's genius hung her drooping

head,

And mourn'd her ancient naval glory fled;

On that fam'd day, when France combin'd with Spain, Strove for the wide dominion of the main :

Yet,

Yet, Cornwall! all with general voice agree
Το pay the tribute of applause to thee.
When his bold chief, in thickest fight engag'd,
Unequal war with Spain's proud leader wag'd ;
With indignation mov'd, he timely came,
To rescue from reproach his country's name :
Succefs too dearly did his valour crown ;
He fav'd his leader's life, but loft his own.

T

ON GOOD HUMOUR.
Written at EATON-SCHOOL, 1729.

ELL me, ye fons of Phoebus, what is this Which all admire, but few, too few, poffefs? A virtue 'tis to ancient maids unknown,

And prudes who spy all faults except their own.
Lov'd and defended by the brave and wife,
Though knaves abuse it, and like fools despise.
Say, Wyndham, if 'tis poffible to tell,
What is the thing in which you most excel ?
Hard is the question, for in all you please ;,
Yet fure good-nature is your noblest praise;
Secur'd by this, your parts no envy move,
For none can envy him whom all must love.
This magic power can make ev'n folly please,
This to Pitt's genius adds a brighter grace,
And fweetens every charm in Cælia's face.

SOME

SOME

ADDITIONAL STANZAS

TO

ASTOLFO'S VOYAGE TO THE MOON,.

WH

IN ARIOSTO.

I.

HEN now Aftolfo, flor'd within a vase,
Orlando's wits had safely brought away ;

He turn'd his eyes towards another place,
Where, closely cork'd, unnumber'd bottles lay

II.

Of finest crystal were those bottles made,

Yet what was there inclos'd he could not fee:
Wherefore in humble wife the Saint he pray'd,

To tell what treasure there conceal'd might be.
III.

"A wondrous thing it is," the Saint replied,
"Yet undefin'd by any mortal wight;
"An airy effence, not to be defcried,

"Subtle and thin, that MAIDENHEAD is hight.
IV..

From earth each day in troops they hither come, "And fill each hole and corner of the Moon; "For they are never eafy while at home,

"Nor ever owner thought them gone too foon.
V." When

V.

"When here arriv'd, they are in bottles pent,
"For fear they should evaporate again;
"And hard it is a prifon to invent,
"So volatile a spirit to retain.

VI.

"Thofe that to young and wanton girls belong "Leap, bounce, and fly, as if they'd burst the "glafs:

"But thofe that have below been kept too long "Are fpiritlefs, and quite decay'd, alas!"

VII.

So fpake the Saint, and wonder feiz'd the Knight,
As of each veffel he th' infcription read;

For various fecrets there were brought to light;
Of which report on earth had nothing said.

VIII..

Virginities, that close confin'd he thought

In t' other world, he found above the sky; His fifter's and his coufin's there were brought, Which made him fwear, though good St. John was by.

IX.

But much his wrath increas'd, when he efpied

That which was Chloe's once, his miftrefs dear: « Ah, false and treacherous fugitive!" he cried, "Little I deem'd that I fhould meet thee here.

X. "Did