In which all modern bards agree, Shall lend my fimile affiftance. Our modern bards! why, what a pox Are they but fenfelefs ftones and blocks! 7 STANZAS ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND SURE 'twas by Providence defign'd, ON WOMAN. WHEN lovely woman ftoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can foothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, F THE LOGICIANS REFUTED. IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT. LOGICIANS have but ill defin'd By ratiocinations fpecious, Have ftrove to prove with great precision, With definition and divifion, Homo eft ratione preditum; But for my foul I cannot credit 'em, Than reafon, boasting mortal's pride; And that brute beafts are far before 'em Deus eft anima brutorum. Whoever knew an honest brute At law his neighbour profecute, Bring action for affault and battery, No politics difturb their mind; They eat their meals, and take their sport, Nor know who's in or out at court; They never to the levee go To treat as dearest friend a foe; They never importune his grace, Nor draw the quill to write for Bob. View him foon after, to inferiors, At court, the porters, laqueys, waiters, (84) AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG. GOOD people all, of every fort, In Iflington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, A kind and gentle heart he had, And in that town a dog was found, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends But when a pique began, The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. Around, from all the neighbouring streets, The wond'ring neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite fo good a man. The wound it feem'd both fore and fad To every christian eye; And while they fwore the dog was mad, But foon a wonder came to light, AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, GOOD people all, with one accord, Lament for madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word- The needy feldom pass'd her door, She ftrove the neighbourhood to please, At church, in filks and fatins new, |