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One's credit, however, of course will grow bet
You, who can frame a tuneful song,
U hat is this wreath, fo green ! so fair !
For luck in verse, for luck at loo? | Ah no! 'tis genius gives you fame,
And Ned, through skill, secures the game.
Here enters the footman, and brings me a letter.
" Dear sir! I r:ceived your obliging epistle, Your fame is secure-bid the critics go whistle. I read over with wonder the poem you fent me; And I must speak your praises, no soul fhall pre
vent me, The audience, belicve me, cry'd out every line Was strong, was affecting, was juft, was divine; All pregnant, as gold is, with worth, weight, and
beauty, And to hide such a genius was far from your
duty: I foresce that the court will be hugely delighted : Sir Richard, for much a less genius was kughted. Adieu, my good friend, and for high life prepare
ye; I could say much more, but you're modest, Ispare
ye.” Quite fir'd with the flattery, I call for my paper, and waste that, and health, and my time and
my taper : I scribble till morn, when, with wrath no small
ftore, Comes my old friend the mercer, and
raps at my door. “ Ah! friend, 'tis but idle to make such a po
ther, Fate, fate has ordain'd us
to plague one aner ther,"
The POET and the DUN. 1741.
Written at an Inn at HENLEY.
But Sirpr’ythee take it, and tell your attorney, If I han't paid your bill, I have paid for your
journey Well, now thou art gone, let me govern my
paflion, And calmly consider--consider? vexation! What whore that must paint, and must put on
false locks, And counterfeit joy in the pangs of the pox! What beggar's wife's nephew, now Itarv'd and
now beaten, Who, wanting to cat, fears himself shall be eat
en! What perter, what turnspit, can deem his case
hard ! Or what dun boast of patience that thinks of a
bard! Well, I'll leave this poor trade, for no trade can
be poorer, Turn shoe-boy, or courtier, or pimp, or procu.
rer; Cet love, and respect, and good living, and pelf, And dun fome poor dog of a poet myse.f,
From fiattery, cards, and dice, and din; Nor art they found in mansions higher
Than the low cott, or humble inn. 'Tis here with boundless power I reign;
And every health which I begin, Converts dull port to bright champaigne.;
Such freedom crowns it, at an inn, I fly from pomp, I Ay from plate!
I fly from falsehood's specious grin ! Freedom I love, and form I hate,
And chuse my lodgings at an inn. Here, waiter ! take my sordid ore,
Which lacqueys elle might hope to win; It buys, what courts have not in fore ;
It buys me freedom at an inn. Whoe'er has travel'd life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been, May figh to think he still has found
The warneft weicome at an inn.
VTHAT vilage but has sometime seen
The clumsy shape, the frightful mien,
So have I koown an awkward lad,
Such it my theme, which means to prove,
When college-students take degrees,
Flavia in vain has wit and charms,
O Celia, gentle Celia ! tell us,
Hard fortune ! barely to inspire
Poor Swift with all his worth, could ne'er,
As Lucian tells us, in his fathion,'
The CHARMS of PRECEDENCE.
A T A L Es
IR, will you please to walk before ?"?
pray Sir—you are next the door.
first." Well, if I must be rude, I mufBut yet I wish I could evade it 'Tis strangely clownish, be persuaded Go forward, cits ! go forward, squires ! Nor scruple each, what each arimires. Life Squares not, friends, with your proceeding ; It dics, while you display your breeding : Such breeding as one's granam preaches, Or some old dancing-master teacher, O for some rude tumultuous fellow, Half crazy, or, at least, half mellow, Tu come behind you unawares, And fairly push you both down stairs ! But death's at handlet me advise ye, Go forward, friends ! on he'll surprise ye.
Beldes, how insincere you are ! Do ye not flatter, lye, forfwear, And daily cheat, and weekly pray, And all for this to lead the way?
* Of a fond matron's education.
If then 'tis rank which all men covet,
Howe'er men aim at eleyation,
Sir, if your drift I rightly scan,
But women with precedence ever;
Pre-eminence in vain you cry!
Where Avon roils her winding stream,
The soil with annual plenty blest
Thrice happy lout ! whose wide domain
Amongst the various year's increase,
Each morn discover'd to his fight,
'Tis worth a fage's observation,
nd claim'd the debt withheld before.
The amorous youth, for their offence,
Fach food a while, as 'twere fufpended,
At length, with soft pathetic fighs,
'Tis vain to strive-justice, I know
Our shepherd, like che Porygian swain,
ODE to be performed by Dr. BRETTLE, See yonder pair! no worldly views
In Chloe's generous breait refided : and a Chorus of Hales-owen Citizens.
Love bade her the spruce valet chufe,
And the by potent love was guided. The Instrumental Part, a Viol d’Amour.
for this! the quits her golden dreams,
In her gile coach no more she ranges :
And her rich crimson, bright with gems,
for cheeks impearld with tears, ihe chan. Come let's be merry ; fir the tipple ;
ges. How can you sleep,
Though sordid Celia own'd your power,
Think not so monstrous my disgrace is :
You gain'd this nymph-that very hour
I gain'd a score in different places.
On drowsy souls some pity take!
E PILOGUE to the Tragedy of Cleone.
FELL, ladies so much for the tragic stile-
To make us (mile !--methinks I hear you say-
Why, who can help it, at so strange a play? Hear but this strain--'twas made by Han- The Captain gone three years !--and then to
The faultless conduct of his virtuous dame!
When thus provok'd, to give the brute some rea. DUE TT E.
fon? Dr.-How could they go Soft mufico
Out of my house !-this night, forsooth depart?
A modern wife had said " With all my heart
Order your coach-conduct me safe to town
Such is the language of each modif fair;
The time has been when modesty and truth
Were deem'd additions to the charms of youth :
When women hid their necks, and veil'd their
faces, and angry Cupid camc to know, His Thafts had err'd, his bow miscarry'd;
Nor romp’d, por rak’d, nor star'd at public
places, He figh'd, he wept, he hung his head,
Nor took the airs of Amazons for graces :
And wives nc'er dreamt of happiness abroad;
They lov'd their children, learn'd no flaunting And sure, he cry'd, you 'll own at last
airs, Your boasted power by mine exceeded : But with the joys of wedlock mix’d the cares. Say, wretched bny, now all is pa!t,
1 bose times are pafi-yer sure they mei it praise, How little the your efforts heeded.
For marriage triumph'd in those golden days: If with success you would affail,
By chaste decorum they affection gain'd;
By faith and fondness what they won, mantain'd. Little the feather'd shafts avail,
'Tis yours, ye fair to bring those days again, Thou wing'd from Mamma's doves and spar- Make beauty's Instre amiable as bright,
And form a new the hearts of thoughtless men;
And give the soul, as well as sense, delight; What though each reed, each arrow grew, Reclaim from folly a fantastic age,
Where Venus bath'd herself; depend on't. That scores the press, the pulpit, and the stage. 'T were more for use, for beauty too,
Let truth and tenderness your breasts adorn,
The marriage chain with tran!port shall be worn;
Shall double all their joys, their cares divide; I could cach other power deride,
Alleviate grief, compose the jars of strife,
dad pour the balm that sweetens human life. YOL VII.
MORAL PIECES. Dubious he fray'd, with wavering thoughts pos
tert, Alternate pustions ftruggling thar'd his breatt;
The various arts white human cares divide, The JUDGMENT of HERCULES. In deep attention all his mind employ'd :
i nxious if fame an equal bliss secur'd ;
Or filent eife with softer charms allur'd. W HILE blooming spring descends from ge. The fylvan choir, whose numbers sweetly flow', nial skies,
The fount that murmur'd, and the flowers that By whose mild influence inlant wonders rise ;
blow'd ; From whose foft breath Elysian beau-ies flow;
The filver food that in meanders led I he sweets of Hagley, or the pride of Stowe;
His glittering streams along th' enliven'd mead; Will Lytrleton the ruial landikip range
The foothing breeze, and all those beauties join'd, Leave noisy fame, and not regret the change?
Which, whilst they p case, effeminate the mind, Pleas'd will he tread the garden's early scenes,
In vain ! while sittint on a summit rais'd, And learn a moral from the rising greens ?
Th' imperial towers of fame attractive blaz'd. There, warm’d alike by Sol's enlivening power, The weed, aspiring. einulates the Tower :
While thus he trac'd through fancy's puzzling The drooping Alewer, its fairer charms display'd, Invites, from grateful hands, their generous aid :
The separate sweets of pleasure and of praise ; Soon, if none check th' invasive foc's designs,
Sudcen the wind a fragrant gale convey'd, The lively lustre of theie scenes declines !
And now a lufre gain'd upon the shade. 'Tis thus the spring of youth, the morn of life, At once, before his wonderin eyes were seen Rears in our minds the rival feeds of strifc.
Two female forms, of more than mortal mien. I hen passion riors, reason then contends ;
Various their charms; and in their dress and face, And, on the conquest, every bliss depends :
Each seem'd to vie with some peculiar grace, - Life, from the nice decision, cakes its hue;- ,
This, whose attire less clogg'd with art appear'd," And bleit ihcfe judges who decide like you!
'The limple sweets of innocence endear'd. On worth like theirs ihall every bliss attend !
Her sprightly bloom, her quick fagacious eye, The world their favourite, and the world their shew'd native merit, mix'd with modelty. friend.
Her air diffusd a mild yet aweful ray, There are, who, blind to thought's fatiguing severely sweet, and innocently gay. ray,
Such the chatte image of the martial maid, As fortune gives examples, urge their way :
In arrleisfolds of virgin white array'd ! Nor virtues foes though they her paths decline,
She let no borrow'd rose her checks adorn, And scarce her friends, though with her friends Her blushing checks, that shamid the purple
they join In her's, or vice's casual road advance
Her charms nor had, nor wanted artful foils, Thoughtless, the finners or the saints of chance! Or study'd gestures, or well-practis'd smiles. Yer some more nobly scorn the volgır voice;
She Scorn’d the toys which render beauty less : With judgement fix, with zeal pursue this she prov'd th' engaging chastity of dress; choice,
And while the chose in native charms to-fhine, When ripen'd thought, when reason born to reign, Ev’n thus she seem’d, nay more than seem'd, diChecks the wild turults of the youthful vein ;
vine. While passion's lawless rides, at their command,
One modest emerald clasp'd the robe she wore, Glide through more useful tracts, and bless the And, in her hand, th' imperial sword se bore, land.
Sublime her height, majestic was her pace, Happiest of these is he whose matchless mind. And march'd the aw ul honours of her face. By learning sirenghten’d, and by taste reinid,
The shrubs, the flowers, that deck'd the verdant In virtue's caufe ufayd its earlief! powers;
ground, Chose virtue's paths, and strew'd her paths with Seem'd, where she trod, with riling lustre Aowers.
crown'd. The first alarm'á, is freedom waves her wings :
Still her approach with stronger influence warm'd; The fittest to adorn each art she brings :
She pleas'd, while distant ; but, when near, the Lov'u hy that prince whom every virtue fires;
charmid, Prais’d by that bard whom cvery Muse inspires : So krikes the gazer's eye, the filver gleam Bleft in tuneful art, the social fiume ;
That glittering quivers o'er a distant Iream: In all that wins, in all that merits fame :
But from its banks we see new beauties rise, 'Twas yonth's perplexing stage his doubts in And, in its cry'ial bosom, trace the skies. fpir’d,
With other charms the rival vision glow'd; When great idcides to a grove retir'd.
And from her dress her tinsel beauties fow'd. Through the lode windings of a devious glade, A Auttering robe her pamper'd shape conceal'd, Refignd to thought, with lingering steps he And seem'd to shade the charms it best revealid, ftray'd;
Its form, contriv'd her faulty size to grace, Bleft with a mind to taste fincerer joys :
Its hue, to give fresh lufre to her face. Arm'd with a heart cach false one to despise.