Upon all four; as years accrue, Now, in your turn, 'tis juft, methinks, Who has four legs, then two, then three; EPIGR A M, Extempore, To the Master of ST. JOHN'S COLLEGE*, 1712. I food, Sir, patient at your feet, Before your elbow-chair; But make a bishop's throne your feat, One only thing can keep you down, You'd not, to mount a bishop's throne, * See the history of this epigram, Gent. Mag. 1774, P 16. + Mr. Prior, though he paid a becoming deference to the Master of St. John's as a Fellow of that College, thought fome refpect was due to the public character which he had just before fuftained in France. NELL NELL AND JOH N. WHEN Nell, given o'er by the Doctor, was dying, And John at the chimney stood decently crying; 'Tis in vain, faid the woman, to make such ado, For to our long home we must all of us go! True, Nell, reply'd John; but, what yet is the worst BIBO WHEN AND CHARO N. HEN Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat, As full of champagne as an egg 's full of meat, He wak'd in the boat; and to Charon he said, He would be row'd back, for he was not yet dead. Trim the boat, and fit quiet, ftern Charon reply'd: You may have forgot, you was drunk when you dy'd. WIVES by the Dozen. DEATH! how thou fpoil'ft the best project of life! He ftill marry'd on till his number was nine, VOL. II. R FATAL FATA L LOVE. POOR Hal caught his death, standing under a spout, . Expecting till midnight, when Nan would come out; But fatal his patience, as cruel the dame, And curs'd was the weather that quench'd the man's flame. Whoe'er thou art, that read'st these moral lines, Make love at home, and go to bed betimes. A SAILOR'S WIFE. Q UOTH Richard in jeft, looking wiftly at Nelly, Nell anfwer'd him fnappifhly, How can that be, On a FART, let in the House of Commons. READER, I was born, and cry'd; I crack'd, I fmelt, and fo I dy'd. Like Julius Cæfar's was my death, The noble Romulus and I: And when I dy'd, like Flora fair, THE THE MODERN SAINT. HER time with equal prudence Silvia shares, Firft writes a billet-doux, then fays her prayers; Her mafs and toilet; vefpers and the play; Thus God and Ashtaroth divide the day : Conftant fhe keeps her Ember-week and Lent, At Eafter calls all Ifrael to her tent: Loofe without bawd, and pious without zeal, She still repeats the fins fhe would conceal. Envy herself from Silvia's life muft grant, An artful woman makes a Modern Saint. THE PARA LLE L. PR ROMETHEUS, forming Mr. Day, HE, that does Heaven and earth control, Since one is but a moving clod, LADY, TO A YOUNG Who was fond of FORTUNE - TELLING. YOU, Madam, may with fafety go, Decrees of destiny to know; For at your birth kind planets reign'd, But, fuch is my uncertain ftate, I dread to fearch the dark decree; This fecret then I dare not know, |