Like David in his youth, a lawless swain: Preferring (let me own with blushing face) The storms of Passion to the calms of Grace; One ounce of Pleasure to a pound of Pain, PATHETIC ODES. THE DUKE OF RICHMOND'S DOG THUNder, AND THE WIDOW'S PIGS; A TALE. TO A POOR SOLDIER OF TILBURY FORT. ODE TO CERTAIN FOREIGN SOLDIERS. ODE TO EASTERN TYRANTS. THE FROGS AND JUPITER; A FABLE. THE DIAMOND-PIN AND CANDLE; A FABLE. THE SUN AND THE PEACOCK; A FABLE. FAR off the Hero bleeds in Brighton wars; At least, his Horse's ribs so glorious bleed: EPISTLE DEDICATORY, TO HIS GRACE THE DUKE OF RICHMOND. SIR, YOUR Grace's well-known accomplishments; your Grace's well-known liberality; your Grace's wellknown love of sham-fights; your Grace's well-known rage for public liberty; your Grace's well-known political economy; your Grace's well-known private economy; and last, though not least, your Grace's wellknown christian-like benevolence to objects of charity; form such a constellation of virtues as must inspire every Author with an ambition of dedicating his labours to so splendid a Character. Flies are fond of the Sun. The great displeasure lately given by your Grace to their high mightinesses Messieurs Pitt and Dundas, and one or two more whom we forbear to mention, has |