Wide o'er the aërial vault extend thy sway, HYMN. TRANSLATION FROM THE LATIN OF ST. FRANCIS XAVIER, THOU art my God, sole object of my love; 10 EPIGRAMS. ON HOUGH, BISHOP OF WORCESTER. A BISHOP by his neighbours hated, I'll lay my life I know the place: 'Tis where God sent some that adore him, And whither Enoch went before him. OCCASIONED BY AN INVITATION TO COURT. IN the lines that you sent are the Muses and Graces; You've the nine in your wit, and the three in your faces. ON THE FEUDS ABOUT HANDEL AND STRANGE! all this difference should be ON MRS. TOFTS, A CELEBRATED OPERA SINGER. So bright is thy beauty, so charming thy song, As had drawn both the beasts and their Orpheus along : But such is thy avarice, and such is thy pride, That the beasts must have starved, and the poet have died. THE BALANCE OF EUROPE. Now Europe's balanced, neither side prevails; For nothing's left in either of the scales. EPITAPH. APPLIED TO F. C. HERE Francis Chartres lies: be civil! EPIGRAM. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come : Knock as you please, there's nobody at home. * Pope also applied this epitaph to Lord Coningsby, thus:Here lies Lord Coningsby,' &c. 512 WORKS OF POPE. EPIGRAM FROM THE FRENCH. SIR, I admit your general rule, But you yourself may serve to show it, EPITAPH ON GAY. WELL, then, poor Gay lies under ground! So little justice here he found, "Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back. ON ONE WHO MADE LONG EPITAPHS.* The other never read. ON THE TOASTS OF THE KIT-CAT CLUB,† WHENCE deathless Kit-Cat' took its name, Some say from 'pastry-cook' it came, And some from cat' and 'fiddle.' From no trim beaux its name it boasts, But from his pellmell pack of toasts Of old cats' and young 'kits.' Dr. Robert Friend, head master of Westminster. + The Kit-Cat Club, sometimes said to have derived its name from Christopher Kat, a pastry-cook. ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG WHICH I GAVE TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS. I AM his highness's dog at Kew: TO A LADY, WITH THE TEMPLE OF FAME.' WHAT'S fame with men, by custom of the nation, Is call'd, in women, only reputation: About them both why keep we such a pother? Part you with one, and I'll renounce the other. ON BENTLEY'S 'MILTON.' DID Milton's prose, O Charles! thy death defend? A furious foe unconscious proves a friend. On Milton's verse did Bentley comment? Know, A weak, officious friend becomes a foe. While he but sought his author's fame to further, The murderous critic has avenged thy murther. ON A PICTURE OF QUEEN CAROLINE DRAWN BY LADY BURLINGTON. PEACE, flattering Bishop!* lying Dean!† *Bishop Gilbert. + Dr. Alured Clarke LL |