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The doctor us'd his oily art
Of strong emetic kind,
And engineer'd behind.
When physic ceas'd to spend its store,
To bring away the stone, Dicky, like people given o'er,
Picks up when let alone.
His eyes dispell'd their sickly dews,
He peck'd behind his wings; Lucia recovering at the news,
Relapses for the ring.
Meanwhile within her beauteous breast
Two different passions strove; When av’rice ended the contest,
And triumph'd over love.
Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing,
Thy pains the sex display, Who only to repair a ring.
Could take thy life away.
Prive av'rice from your breast's ye fair,
Monster of foulest mien:
Could but its form be seen,
It made a virgin put on guile,
Truth's image break her word,
A Venus kill her bird.
THE OLD SHEPHERD'S DOG.
The old shepherd's dog, like his master was gray.
His teeth all departed, and feeble his tongue; Yet where'er Corin went, he was follow'd by
When fatigued, on the grass the shepherd would
lie, For a nap in the sunmidst his slumbers so
sweet, His faithful companion crawl'd constantly nigh, Plac'd his head on his lap, or lay down at his
When winter was heard on the hill and the plain,
And torrents descended, and cold was the wind, If Corin went forth ’midst the tempests and rain,
Tray scorp'd to be left in the chimney bebind.
At length in the straw Tray made his last bed; For vain against death is the stoutest endea
vourTo lick Corin's hand he rais'd up his weak head, Then fell back, clos'd his eyes, and, ah ! clos'd
Not long after Tray, did the shepherd remain, Who oft o'er his grave in true sorrow would
bend; And when dying, thus feebly was heard the poor
swain, " 0! bury me, neighbours, beside my old
CUPID AND HIS TUTOR.
Slumb'ring beneath the shade I lay,
“ Teach him to strike the sounding lyre, “ And love of sacred bards inspire.” She said :-with awe I took the child, And by his modest looks beguild, Began to read with aspect sage, My lecture on great Homer's page, Explain’d the Theban's devious line, And dwelt on Maro's verse divine The giddy buy, with slight regard, Ran o’er each grave majestic bard, And said he would my pains repay By teaching me his fav’rite laya Then careless sung of loves and smiles, His wanton pranks, his mother's wiles, Of mortal and immortal flames. And all the list of sportive dames. I bade him cease his idle prate : Yet listning still, I found, too late, I'd quite forgot the Tutor's part, And had his nonsense all by heart.
Margarita first possest,
Margarita first of all;
Martha took the flying ball.
Martha soon did it resign
Beauteous Catharine gave place (Though loth and angry she to part With the possession of my heart)
To Eliza's conquering face.
Eliza to this hour might reign,
Fundamental laws she broke,
And cast away her yoke,