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TO THE REV. MR. POWELL,

RECITATIVE. She said :-A youth approach'd of manly grace, A son of Mars, and of th' Hibernian race :In for'ry rhetoric he no time employ'd, He came-he wood-he wedded and enjoy'd.

ON THE NON-PERFORMANCE OF A PROMISE HE

MADE THE AUTHOR OF A HARL.

AIR.

Dido thus of old protested,

Ne'er to know a second fame, But alas ! she found she jested,

When the stately Trojan came. Nature a disguise may borrow,

Yet this maxim true will prove, Spite of pride, and spite of sorrow,

She that has an heart must love. What on Earth is so enchanting

As beauty weeping on ber weeds! Through fluwing eyes, op bosom panting

What a rapturous ray proceeds? Siace from death there's no returning,

When th' old lover bids adieu, All the pomp and farce of mourning

Are but signals for a new,

Friend, with regard to this same hare,
Am I to hope, or to despair?
By punctual post the letter came,
With P***ll's hand, and P***ll's name ;
Yet there appear’d, for love or money,
Nor hare, nor leveret, por coney.
Say, my dear Morgan, has my lord,
Like other great ones kept his word ?
Or have you been deceiv'd by 'squire?
Or has your poacher lost his wire?
Or in some unpropitious hole,
Instead of puss, trepann'd a mole?
Thou valiant son of great Cadwallader,
Hast thou a hare, or hast thou swallow'd her?

But, now, metbinks, I hear you say,
(And shake your head) “Ah, well-a-day!
Painful pre-em'nence to be wise,
We wits have such short memories.
Oh, that the act was not in force!
A horse!-my kingdom for a horse!
To love-yet be deny'd the sport!
Oh ! for a friend or two at court!
God knows, there's scarce a man of quality
In all our peerless principality"

But hold—for on his country joking,
To a warm Welchman's most provoking.
As for poor puss, upon my honour,
I never set my heart upon her.
But any gift from friend to friend,
Is pleasing in it's aim and end.
1, like the cock, wou'd spurn a jewel,
Sent by th’unkind, th' unjust, and cruel.
But honest P***ll!-Sure from him
A barley-corn wou'd be a gem.
Pleas'd therefore had I been, and proud,
And prais'd thy generous heart aloud,
If'stead of hare (but do not blab it)
You'd send me only a Welch-rabbit.

THE SICK MONKEY.

EPISTLE TO MRS. TYLER,
IT erer was allow'd, dear madam,
Evin from the days of father Adam,
Of all perfection flesh is heir 10,
Fair patience is the genilest virtue;
This is a truth our grandames teach,
Oor poets sing, and parsons preach ;
Yet after all, dear Moll, the fact is
We seldom put it into practice;
I'll warrant (if one knew the truth)
You've call'd me many an idle youth,
And styled me rude ungrateful bear,
Enough to make a parson swear.

I shall not make a long oration
In order for my vindication,
For what the plague can I say more
Than lazy dogs have done before;
Such stuff is nought but mere tautology,

And so take that for my apology.
First then for custards, my dear Mary,
The produce of your dainty dairy,
For stew'l, tur bak’d, for boil', for roast,
And all the teas and all the toast;
With thankful tongue and bowing attitude,
I here present you with my gratitude:
Next for your apples, pears and plumbs
Acknowledgment in order comes;
For wine, for ale, for fowl, for fish-for
Evin all one's appetite can wish for:
But 0 ye pens, and 0 ye pencils,
And all ye scribbling utensils,
Say in what words and in what metre,
Shall unfeigu'd admiration greet her,
For that rich banquet so refin'd
Her conversation gave the mind;
The solid meal of sense and worth,
Set off by the desert of mirth;
Wit's fruit and pleasure's genial bowl,
And all the joyous flow of soul;
For these, and every kind ingredient
That furm'd your love-ycur most obedient.

EPIGRAM I.

A LADY sent lately for one doctor Drug,
To come in an instant, and clyster poor Pug-
As the fair one commanded he came at the word,
And did the grand office in tie-wig and sword.

The affair being ended, so sweet and so nice! He held out his hand with “You—know, ma'am, my price."

[your brother, “ Your price,” says the lady~" Why, Sir, he's And doctors must never take fees of each other."

APOLLO AND DAPHNE,

EPIGRAM II.

When Phæbus was am'rous, and long'd to be rude,

[wood, Miss Daphne cry'd pish! and ran swift to the And rather than do such a naughty affair, She became a fine laurel to deck the god's hair.

EPITAPH ON THE

The nymph was be sure of a cold constitution, From grief to bliss, from Earth to Hear'a reTo be turn'd to a tree was a strange resolution ;

mov'd, But in this she resembled a true mudern spouse, His mem'ry honour'd, as bis life belov'd: For she fled from his arms to distinguish his That heart o'er which no evil e'er had pow'r; broxs.

That disposition sickness could not sour;
That sense so oft to riper years denied,
That patience heroes might have own'd with

His painful race updauntedly he ran, (pride. THE MISER AND THE MOUSE. And in the eleventh winter died a man.

EPIGRAM III.

(FROM THE GREEK.)
To a Mouse says a Miser, “My dear Mr.

REV. MR. REYNOLDS.
Mouse,

[house?Pray what may you please for to want in my AT ST. PETER'S IN THE ISLE OP THANET. Says the Mouse, « Mr. Miser, pray keep yourself quiet,

[diet :

Was rhetoric on the lips of sorrow burg, You are safe in your person, your purse, and your Or cou'd affliction lend the heart a tongue, A lodging I want, which er'n you may afford,

Then should my soul, in noble anguish free, But none wou'd come here to beg, borrow, or

Do glorious justice to herself and thee.
board."

But ah! when loaded with a weight of woe,
Ev'n nature; blessed nature is our foe.

When we should praise, we sympathetic groan,
EPIGRAM IV.

For sad mortality is all our own.

Yet but a word : as lowly as he lies, ON A WOMAN WHO WAS SINGING BALLADS FOR

He spurns all empires and asserts the skies. MONEY TO BURY HER HUSBAND.

Blush, power! he had no interest here below; For her husband deceas'd, Sally chants the sweet Blush, malice! that he dy'd without a foe; lay,

The universal friend, so form'd to engage, Why, faith, this is singular sorrow; [day, Was far too precious for this world and age. But (I doubt) since she sings for a dead man to Years were deny'd, for (such his worth and truth) She'll cry for a live one to norrow.

Kind Heaven has calld him to eternal youth.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR, T, B. EARL OF DARLINGTON,

ONE OF THE PEOPLE CALLED QUAKERS.
ON HIS BEING APPOINTED PAYMASTER OF HIS

Written in his Garden, July, 1752.
MAJESTY'S FORCES.

Free from the proud, the pompous, and the The royal hand, my lord, shall raise

How simply neat, and elegantly plaid (vain, To nooler heights thy name ;

Thy rural villa lifts its modest head, Who praises thee shall meet with praise,

Where fair convenience reigns in fashion's stead ; Ennobled in thy fame,

Where sober plenty does its bliss impart,
SMART'S ODE.

And glads thine hospitable, honest heart.
What the prophetic Muse foretold is true.

Mirth without vice, and rapture without noise,

And all the decent, all the manly joys!
And royal justice gives 10 worth it's due;
The Roman spirit now breathes forth again,

Beneath a shadowy bow'r, the summer's pride, And Virtue's temple leads to Honour's fane;

Thy darling Tullia ' sitting by thy side ; But not alone to thee this grant extends,

Where light and shade in varied scenes display Nor in thy rise great Brunswick's goodness ends :

A contrast sweet, like friendly yea and nay. Whoe'er has known thy hospitable dome,

My hand, the secretary of my mind,
Where each glad guest still finds himself at home; Leaves thee these lines upon the poplar's rind.
Whoe'er has seen the numerous poor that wait
To bless thy bounty at the expanded gate ;
Whoe'er has seen thee general joy impart,
And smile away chagrin from every heart,

MISS R-GN.
All these are happy-pleasure reigns confest,
And thy prosperity makes thousands blest.

DRAWN BY MR. VARELST, OF THREADNEEDLE

ON SEEING THE PICTURE OF

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And shall no just, impartial bard be found, Then take the blessed blissful hour,
Tby more exalted merits to resound?

To try love's sweet infectious pow'r;
Who gir'st to beauty a perpetual bloom,

And let your sister souls conspire
And lively grace, which age shall not consume; In love's, as friendship's calmer fire.
Who mak'st the speaking eyes with meaning roll, So may thy transport equal mine,
And paint'st at once the body and the soul. Nay-every joy be doubly thine !

So may the youth, whom you prefer,
Be all I wish to be to her.

AN INVITATION TO MRS. TYLER,
A CLERGYMAN'S LADÝ, TO DINE UPON A COUPLE | DISERTISSIME Romuli Nepotum,

OF DECKS ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE AU- Quot sunt, quotque fuêre, Marce Tuin,
THOR'S WEDDING-DAY.

Et quot pòst aliis erunt in annis,

Gratias tibi maximas Catallus, Had I the pen of sir Jobn Suckling,

Agit pessimus omnium Poeta ; And could find out a rhyme for duckling,

Tanto pessimus omnium Poeta,
Why, dearest madam, in that case,

Quanto tu optimus omnium patronus.
I would invite you to a brace.
Haste, gentle shepherdess', away,
To morrow is the gaudy day,
That day, when to my longing arms,

IMITATED
Naney resign'd her golden charms,
And set my am'rous inclination

AFTER DINING WIT. MR. MURRAY. Upon the bus'ness of the nation.

O Industrious Mollo, with many a pluck,

THOU, of British orators the chief Unwings the plumage of each duck ;

That were, or are in being, or belief;

All eminence and goodness as thou art,
And as she sits a brooding o'er,
You'd think she'd hatch a couple more.

Accept the gratitude of Poet Smart,
Come, all ye Muses, come and sing,

The meanest of the tuneful train as far, Shall we then roast them on a string ?

As thou transcend'st the brightest at the bar. Or shall we make our dirty jilt run, To beg a roast of Mrs. Bilton 3? But to delight you more with these, We shall provide a dish of pease : On ducks alone we'll not regale you,

HARP.
We'll wine, we'll punch you, and we'll ale you.

On one End.
To morrow is the gaudy day,
Haste, gentle shepherdess, away.

Partem aliquam, o venti, divům referatis ad

INSCRIPTIONS ON AN ÆOLIAN

aures.

TO MISS SPE.
F Als partner of my Nancy's heart,
Who feel'st, like me, love's poignant dart;
Wbo at a frowni can'st pant for pain,
And at a smile revive again ;
Who doat'st to that severe degree,
You're jealous, e'en of constancy;
Born hopes and fears and doubts to prove,
And each vicissitude of love!
To this my humble sait attend,
And be my advocate and friend,
So may just Heav'n your goodness bless ;
Successful ev'n in my success!
Oft at the silent hour of night,
When bold intrusion wings her flight,
My fair, from care and bus'ness free,
Unbosoms all ber soul to thee,
Each hope with which her bosom heaves,
Each tender wish her heart receives
To thee are intimately known,
and all her thoughts become tby own:

* As every good parson is the shepherd of bis flock, his wife is a shepherdess of course,

. The maid.
3 The landlady of the public house.

On one side.
Salve, quæ fingis proprio modulamine carmen,

Salve, Memnoniam vox imitata lyram !
Dulce O divinùmque sonas sine pollicis ictu,

Dives naturæ simplicis, artis inops !
Talia, quæ incultæ dant mellea labra puellæ,
Talia sunt faciles quæ modulantur aves.

On the other Side.
Hail, hearinly harp, where Memnon's skill is

shown,
That charm'st the ear with music all thine own!
Which, though untouch'd, can'st rapt'rous strains
O rich of genuine nature, free from art ! [impart.
Such the wild warblings of the sylran throng,
So simply sweet the untaught virgin's song,

On the other End.
Christophorus Smart Henrico Bell Armigero.

AN EPIGRAM BY SIR THOMAS

MORE.

De Tyndaro.
Non minimo insignem naso dum forte puellam

Basiat, en! voluit Tyndarus esse dicax,

IN THE MANNER OF MR.

Frustra, ait, ergo tuis mea profero labra labellis, | In her bewitching eyes
Nostra procul nasus destinet ora tuus.

Ten thousand loves appear;
Protinus erubuit, tacitaque excanduit irâ, There Cupid basking lies,
Nempe parum salso tacta puella saie.

His shafts are hoarderi there,
Nasus ab ore meus tua si tenet oscula, dixit, Her blooming cheeks are dy'd
Quà pasus non est, hâc dare parte potes.

With colour all her own,
Excelling far the pride

Of roses newly blown.
THE LONG NOSED FAIR.

Her well turn'd limbs confess
Oxce on a time I fair Dorinda kiss'd,

The lucky hand of Jove; Whose nose was too distinguish'd to be miss'd ;

Her features all express “My dear," says I," I fain would kiss you closer, The beauteous queen of love, But tho' your lips say aye--your nose says, no, What flames my nerves invade sir."

When I behold the breast
The maid was equally to fun inclin'd,

Of that too charming maid
And plac'd her lovely lily-band behind ; [kiss, Rise suing to be prest!
is Here, swain,” she cry'd,“ may'st thou securely Venus round Fanny's waist
Where there's no nose to interrupt thy bliss.

Has her own cestuis bound,
There guardian Cupids grace,

And dance the circle round,
FANNY, BLOOMING FAIR.

How happy may he be,

Who shall her zone unloose !
TRANSLATED INTO LATIN,

That bliss to all but me,
BOURXE.

May Heav'n and she refuse.
Cum primùm ante oculos, viridi lasciva javentâ,

Non temere attonitos Fannia pulchra stetit,
Ut mibi se gratus calor insinuavit in ossa
Miranti speciem, virgineumque decus! (non ?

HORACE. ODE IV.
Dum partes meditor varias, & amabile-quid
Lustrandique acies magna libido capit ;

Ad Xanthiam Phoceuma
Prodigus & laudum dum forinam ad sidera tollo,
Subdolus en! furtim labitur intus amor.

Ne sit ancillæ tibi amor pudori,

Xanthia Phoceu ; prius insolentem Idalii pueri, Venerisque exercitus omnis

Serva Briseis niveo colore
Exornat multo lumina fæeta dolo;

Movet Achillem :
Hic currus, hic tela jacent, hic arcus Amoris,
Cypri posthabitis hic manet ipse jugis.

Movit Ajacem Telamone natum
Nativis gena pulchra rosis vestita superbit, Forma captivæ dominum Tecmessæ :
Invalidam artificis spernere nata manum;

Arsit Atrides medio in triumpho Non tantas jactat veneres suavissimus horti

Virgine rapta: Incola, quando novis spirat amoma comis.

Barbaræ postquam cecidêre turmæ Concinnis membris patet immortalis origo, Thessalo victore, & ademptus Hector Illa Jovis monstrant quid potuêre manus ;

Tradidit fessis leviora tolli Reginamque Cnidi, formosam Cyprida, reddit,

Pergama Graiis. Quicunque egregio ludit in ore decor !

Nescias an te generum beati Quanta mihi nervos, heu, quanta est flamma me

Phyllidis flavæ decorent parentes. Pectoris ut video luxuriantis ebur- (dullas, Regium certè genus & penates Pectoris eximia nymphæ-jam dulcè tumentis

Mæret iniquos. Jam subsideutis- sed cupit ante premi.

Crede non illam tibi de scelestâ Circumdat mediam cestus (mihi credite) nymp

Plebe dilectam ; neque sic fidelem,
Insignis cestus, quem dedit ipsa Venus : [bam Sic lucro aversam potuisse dasci
Dulce satellitium circa illam ludit amorum,

Matre pudenda.
Atque hilares ducit turba jocosa choros.
Felix ante homines istius ciugula zona

Brachia, Sc vultum, teretesque suras.
Qui solras, felix, quisquis es, ante Deos ! Integer laudo. Fuge suspicari,
Omnes, tanta omnes, nisi me, contingere posse

Cujus octavun trepidayit ætas Gaudia, vosque Dii, tuque pueila ueges.

Claudere lustrum.

THE PRETTY CIAMBERMAID.

When Fanny, blooming fair,

First caught my ravisi'd sight, Plea;d with her shape and air,

I felt a strange delight: Whilst eagerly I gaz'd,

Admiring ev'ry part, And ev'ry feature prais'el,

She stole into my htart.

In Imitation of the abore ode of Horace,
Collis, oh ! cease thy friend to blame,
Who entertains a servile flame.
C'hide not -- believe me, 'tis no more
Than great Achilles did before,

Who pobler, prouder far than he is,

Georgium expecto, Salis architectum Ador'd his chambermaid Briseis.

Duplicis vafrum satis, emulosque

Spero vos inter fore nunc, ut olim, The thond'ring Ajax Venus lays

Nobile bellum. lo love's inextricable maze.

Dumque lucubrata per omne lungi
His slave Tecmessa makes him yield;

Frigoris sæclum pueros tenellos
Now mistress of the sevenfold shield.
Atrides with his captive play'd,

Alma nox pictas videt otiosos

Volvere chartas. Who always shar'd the bed she made.

Proh pudor! devota lucro juventus 'Twas at the ten years siege, when all

(Ut puellarum numerus senumque) The Trojans fell in Hector's fall,

Pallet insomnis repetita duri
When Helen rul'd the day and night,

Jurgia ludi.
And made them love and made them fight ;
Each hero kiss'd his maid, and why,

Sperne (nam multæ cerebruin Miner væ

Est tibi) nugas age quæstuusas, Though I'm po hero, may not I?

Arduas, vanas, & amara curæ Who knots ? Polly perhaps may be

Elue mecum. A piece of ruin'd royalty.

Jam riget tellus hyemantque menses, She has (I cannot doubt it) been

Vestra sed lakrus vireat, tuisque The daughter of some mighty queens

In genis dulcis rosa sanitatis But fate's irremeable doom

Sera moretur. Has chang'd her sceptre for a broom.

Aul. Pemb. Cantab, Cal. Jan. Ah ! cease to think it-how can she, So generous, charming, fond, and free,

THE FAMOUS GENERAL EPITAPH So lib'ral of her little store, So beedless of amassing more, Have one drop of plebeian blood

Tuese for their country's cause were sheath'd in In all the circulating flood ?

And all base imputations dare despise; (arms Bat you, by carping at my fire,

And nobly struck with glory's dreadful charins Do bat betray your own desire

Made death their aim, eternity their prize. Howe'er proceed-made tame by years,

For never could their inighty spirits yield, You'll raise in me no jealous fears.

To see tbemselves and country-men in chains; You're not one spark of love alive,

And Eartli's kind bosom bides them in the field For, thanks to Heav'n, you're forty-five.

Of battle, so the Will Supreme ordaius; To conquer chance and errour's not reveald,

For mortals sure mortality remains.

FROM DEMOSTHENES.

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