To Mr. JOHN MOORE, AUTHOR of the celebrated WORM-POWDER. OW much, egregious Moore, are we H Deceiv'd by fhews and forms! Whate'er we think, whate'er we fee, Man is a very Worm by birth, That Woman is a Worm, we find The learn'd themselves we Book-worms name, Is aptly term'd a Glow-worm : The Fops are painted Butterflies, That flutter for a day; First from a Worm they take their rise, And in a Worm decay. The Flatterer an Earwig grows; Thus Worms fuit all conditions; Mifers are Muck-worms, Silk-worms Beaus, And Death-watches Physicians. That That Statesmen have the Worm, is feen By all their winding play; Their Confcience is a Worm within, Ah Moore! thy skill were well employ'd, If thou could't make the Courtier void O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane, Our Fate thou only can'ft adjourn SONG SONG, by a Perfon of Quality. F Written in the Year 1733. I. Luttering spread thy purple Pinions, I a Slave in thy Dominions; II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Thus the Cyprian Goddess weeping, IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious Numbers; V. Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors, VI.. Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow, VII. Melancholy fmooth Meander, With thy flowery Chaplets crown'd. VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping, See the Bird of Juno stooping; ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT. I Know the thing that's most uncommon; (Envy be filent, and attend !) I know a reasonable Woman, Handsome and witty, yet a Friend. Not warp'd by Paffion, aw'd by Rumour, Not grave through Pride, nor gay through Folly, An equal Mixture of Good-humour, And fenfible foft Melancholy. "Has she no faults then (Envy says) Sir ?” When all the World confpires to praise her, The Woman's deaf, and does not hear. On On his GROTTO at Twickenham, COMPOSED OF MARBLE, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, and MINERALS. T HOU who shalt stop, where Thames' translucent wave Shines a broad Mirrour through the fhadowy Cave; 5 Approach. Great NATURE ftudiously behold! Soul. Let fuch, fuch only, tread this facred Floor, VOL. II. Aa To |