Say, you the healing art effay'd, Wou'd always make you dream of pelf; Hence far fuperior gains wou'd rife, But, Madge, tho' I applaud your scheme, Waking they'd laugh at my vocation, Or disapprove my education; And they deteft your folemn hob, Or take me for profeffor L Equipt with powder and with pill, He takes his licence out to kill. Practis'd in all a doctor's airs, To Batfon's fenate he repairs, Drefs'd in his flowing wig of knowledge, Takes Takes up the papers of the day, O'er lifts of cures with rapture runs, His practice with his credit grew. He dupes, befide plebeian fowls, The whole nobility of owls. Thus ev'ry where he gains renown, And fills his purfe, and thins the town. Addreffed to a young LADY, whofe favourite Bird was almoft killed by a fall from her Finger. A S Tiney, in a wanton mood, Upon his Lucy's finger stood, Ambitious to be free; With breaft elate he eager tries, By flight to reach the distant skies, Ah! luckless bird, what tho' carefs'd, Taught e'en by her to fing; Know that to check thy temper wild, The feather'd tribe, who cleave the air, And quick escape our pow'r; Not fo with Tiney, dear delight, His fhorten'd wing reprefs'd his flight, And threw him on the floor. Stunn'd Stunn'd with the fall, he feem'd to die, For quickly clos'd his sparkling eye, Scarce heav'd his pretty breaft; Alarmed for her favourite care, Lucy affumes a penfive air, And is at heart diftreft. The ftoic foul, in gravest strain, May call these feelings light and vain, Which thus from fondness flow; Yet, if the bard arightly deems, 'Tis nature's fount which feeds the ftreams That pureft joys bestow. So, fhou'd it be fair Lucy's fate, Whene'er fhe wills a change of state, To boast a mother's name; These feelings then, thou charming maid, And praise uncenfur'd claim. RIDDLES. RIDDLE S. F ROM the dark caverns of the earth Our family derive their birth; By nature we appear to view Thus education makes us mild, Pliant and ductile as a child. Survey the attire of man, you'll trace Our friendship for the human race. We love mankind, indeed we do, Our actions prove our fpeeches true. The aged female is our flame. When |