III.

In height of fong, in beauty's pride,
By fell Grimalkin's claws he died-

But vengeance shall have way;

On pains and tortures I'll refine;

Yet, Matzel, that one death of thine,
His nine will ill repay.
IV.

For thee, my bird, the facred Nine,
Who lov'd thy tuneful notes, fhall join
In thy funereal verse:

My painful task shall be to write

Th' eternal dirge which they indite,
And hang it on thy hearse.

V.

In vain I lov'd, in vain I mourn

My bird, who never to return

Is fled to happier fhades,

Where Lefbia fhall for him prepare

The place most charming, and most fair
Of all th' Elyfian glades.

VI.

There shall thy notes in cypress grove

Sooth wretched ghofts that died for love;

There shall thy plaintive strain

I

Lull

Lull impious Phædra's endless grief,
To Procris yield fome short relief,
And soften Dido's pain.
VII.

'Till Proferpine by chance fhall hear
Thy notes, and make thee all her care,
And love thee with my love;

While each attendant's foul fhall praise
The matchless Matzel's tuneful lays,
And all his fongs approve.

MARTIALIS EPIGRAMMA.

Lib. VI. Ep. 34. Imitated.

By the Same.

COME, Chloe, and give me sweet kiffes,

For fweeter fure never girl gave:

But why in the midft of my bliffes
Do you ask me how many I'd have?
I'm not to be stinted in pleasure,

Then pr'ythee my charmer be kind,
For whilst I love thee above measure,

To numbers I'll ne'er be confin'd.

Count

Count the bees that on Hybla are playing,
Count the flow'rs that enamel its fields,
Count the flocks that on Tempe are straying,
Or the grain that rich Sicily yields;
Go number the stars in the heaven,

Count how many fands on the shore,
When so many kisses you've given

I ftill fhall be craving for more.

To a heart full of love let me hold thee,

To a heart which, dear Chloe, is thine; With my arms I'll for ever enfold thee,

And twist round thy limbs like a vine. What joy can be greater than this is? My life on thy lips fhall be spent ;

But the wretch that can number his kiffes

Written at Oxford in the Year 1746.

WHEN now mature in claffic knowledge,

VOL. IV.

The joyful youth is fent to college,

His father comes, a vicar plain,
At Oxford bred-in Anna's reign,
And thus in form of humble fuitor
Bowing accofts a reverend tutor.

Sir, I'm a Glo'stershire divine,

"And this my eldest son of nine;

My wife's ambition and my own

"Was that this child fhould wear a gown:

"I'll warrant that his good behaviour "Will justify your future favour:

"And for his parts, to tell the truth,

My fon's a very forward youth;

"Has Horace all by heart-you'd wonder

"And mouths out Homer's Greek like thunder.

"If you'd examine and admit him,

"A scholarship would nicely fit him:

"That he fucceeds 'tis ten to one;

"Your vote and interest, Sir!"— 'Tis done. Our pupil's hopes, though twice defeated, Are with a scholarship compleated:

A scholarship but half maintains,

And college rules are heavy chains:

In

garret

dark he smokes and puns, A prey to discipline and duns;

And

And now intent on new defigns,

Sighs for a fellowship

and fines.

When nine full tedious winters past,
That utmost wish is crown'd at last :

But the rich prize no fooner got,
Again he quarrels with his lot:
"These fellowships are pretty things,
"We live indeed like petty kings:
"But who can bear to waste his whole

"Amid the dullness of a college,

age

"Debarr'd the common joys of life,
"And that prime blifs- a loving wife!
"O! what's a table richly spread

"Without a woman at its head!

"Would some fnug benefice but fall, "Ye feafts, ye dinners! farewel all! "To offices I'd bid adieu,

"Of dean, vice præs. of burfar too;

-

"Come joys, that rural quiet yields,

"Come, tythes, and house, and fruitful fields!"

Too fond of liberty and ease

A patron's vanity to please,

Long time he watches, and by stealth,

Each frail incumbent's doubtful health; ;