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Book ii. Ep. 8o.

No mourner hc, who must by praise be feed,
WHEN Fannius should have 'scap'd his foc, But he, who mourns in fecret, mourns indeed!
His own hands stopp'd his breath :

Book i. Ep. 39.
And was 't not inadncís, I would know,
By dying, to 'scape death?

THE verses, friend, which thou hast read, are

mine;
The same.

But, as thou read 'st them, they may pass for these.
HIMSELF he flew, when he the foc would fly;

Book ii. Ep. 3.
What madness this-for fear of death to die!
Book v. Ep. 73.

You say, you nothing owe; and fo I lay :

He only owes, who something has to para
VARUS did lately me to fupper call;
The furniture was large, the feast but finall,

Book ii. Ep. 38.
The table's spread with platc, not meat; they put

YOU'RE fine, and ridicule my thread-bareges
Much to accost thc eye, nought for the gut :

Thread-bare indeed it is; bue 'tis my ont
We came to feast our bellies, not our eyes;
Pray take away your gold; give us fome pies.
Book i. Ep. 16.

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DROPP'D a thing in verse, without a name;

I felt no centure, and I gain'd no fanie :
THOU, whom (if faith or honour recommends The public faw the baltard in the cradle

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A friend) I rank amongst my dearest friends,

But ne'er enquir'd: fo left it to the beadle.
Remember you are now almoli threescore ; A certain nobleman takes up the child,
Few days of life remain, if any more :

The real father lay perdue, and fimil'd.
Defer not what no future time insures,

The public now enlarges ev'ry grace,
And only what is paft, esteem that yours.

What shining eyes it has ! how fair a face!
Succeílive cares and troubles for you Ray;

Of parts what tymmetry! what ftrength divize!
Pleature not 10; it nimbly fleets away;

The noble brat is íure of Pelops line.
Then feize it fast : embrace it ere it flics;
In the cmbrace it vanishes and dies.
“ T'Il live to-morrow," will a wise man say?

The Mistake.
To-moriow is too late—then live to-day.

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CANNON-BALL, one bloody day,
From Mutial, literally translated.

Took a poor failor's leg anav ;

And, as on comrade's back he made ott,
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Landlord of Bath put upon me a qucer bum: A record fairly took his head off.
I alk'd him for punch, and the dog gave me The follow, on this odd emergence,
more ium.

Carries him pick-back to the turgeons,
Book ii. Ep. 41.

2ds! cries the doctor, are vou drunk,
YES; I submit, my lord; you've gain d yourend: To bring me here a headlefs erunki?
I'm now your flavo--that would have been A lving dog! cries Jack-he said
your friend.

His log was otl, and not his head.
I'll bow, I'll cringe, be supple as your glose-
Respect, adore you--ev'ry thing -- but love.

Book viii. Ep. `19.
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AL says he's poor, in hopes vou'll liv he's not ;
But take his word fort ; Hal's not worth a

Polite, as all ler life in courts had been :
gruat.
Book i. Ep. 16.

The noble fire of an exalted mind,
WHEN from her breatt chatte Arria fnatch a With gentle female tenderrels combin'da

the fu ord,
And gave the deathful weapon to her lorıl ;

Her long the warbling of the vernal grosi ;
My sound, le faid, believe me,

dues not imart, Her cloquence was fiveeter than her ting,
But thinc, alone, my Patus, pains iny heart.

Soft as her licart, and as her reation forong;
Book ix. Ep. -82.

Her inind was virtuc by the graces
MyWorks the reader and the hearer praise-

They're incorrect, il brother port lays:
But let hiin rail; for, 1 hen I give a feast,

Fritab on We Salita
Am I to please the cook, or pleate the guest ?

Book i. Ep. 34.
JER father dead-alone no grief the knows;

Th’obcdiunt tcar ai ov'ry vitit tous.

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An Epiimply in the Vienzory of Lucy Lotton.
MADE to engage all hearts, and tharm a!leva

Tho'meck, magnanimous; tho u istry, ale;
Yet good, as the the would had never feen;

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Her spicech was the melodious voice of Lere;

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THOMSON
HERE. Stanley reit, cfcap'd this mortel ftritis

Above the joys, beyond the wores of life.
licreo pangs no more they lively beaun diain,
And sternly try theo with a year of pain :

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No more sweet patience, feigning oft relief, THO'cheerful, discreet, and with freedom well
Lights thy fick eye, to cheat a parent's grief:

bred,
With tender art to save her anxious groan, She never resented an idle word said:
No more thy bolom prelics down iis own : Securely the finiles on the forward and bold,
Now well-earn'd peace is thine, and blits fincere: They feel what they owe her, and feel it untold.
Ours be the lenient, not unplealing tear!
O! born to bicom, then link beneath the storm,

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SWORE I lov'd; and you believ'd, To thew us Virtue in her fairest form;

Yet, trust me, we were both deceivid;
To thew us aitluís Reafou's moral reign;

Though all I swore was true.
What boastful Science arrogates in vain ; I lor'd one gen'rous, good, and kind,
Th' obcdicnt parlions, knowing cach their part, A form created in my mind;
Calm light die head, and Harinong the heart ! And thought that forin was you.

Yes, we nutt follow foon, will glad obey,
Wben a few luns have roll'd their cares away; On one who fri abused, and then mode Lote a
Tir'd with vain life, will close the willing cye;

a Ladi. 'Tis the great birthright of mankind to dic.

with gracelets verse, Bleft be the bark that wafts us to the shore

The noble

dar'd alperii:
Where death-vivided friends shall part no more ! But when he saw her well befpetier'd,
To join thee there, here with thy dust repote, Her reputation tian'd and ratter'd;
Is all the hope thy hapless mother knows.

He gaz'd, and lov'd the hideous elf,
She look'd so very like himníelf.

True lung the tard well known to fame ?,
An Inscription on the Tomb raised to the Memory Self-love and fucial are the fame.'

of ibe Aut bor's Father, and of oubers bis Anceflors.

Lord CLARE. UNMARK'D by trophies of the great and vain

, SHE who in fecret yields her heait,

Again may clain it from her lover;
Here sleeps in Glent tomb a gentle train. But the who plays the trifler's part,
No folly waited their paternal itore,

Can ne'er her quander'd fame recover.
No guilt, no sordid avrice made it more ; Then grant the boon for which I pray ;
With honeft fame, and fober plenty crown'd, "Tis better lend than throw away.
They liv'd, and spread their cheering influence

round.
May he whose hand this pious tribute pays,

We thought you without titles great,

And wealthy with a small cliate; Receive a like return of fiiial praise !

While by your humble self alone

You feci d unrated and unknown.
I
LOV'D thee beautiful and kind,

But now on fortune's swelling tide
And priglated an etcrnal vow;

High-borne in all the pomp of pride,
So alter'd are thy face and mind,

Oi grandeur vain, and forid of peit, 'Twere perjury to love thec now.

'Tis plain, my lord, you knew yourself.

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SINCE first you knew my am'rous finart, TCM thought a wild profufion greaz,

Each day auginents your proud disdain; And therefore spent his whoic eftato: 'Twas thun cnough to break my heart,

Will thinks the wcalthy are ador'd,
And now, thank Heaven! to break my chain. And ylcans what milers bluth to hoard.
Ccafe, thou scorner, ceale to Thun mc!

Their patlion, merit, fate the same,
Now let love and hatred ccale !

They thirit and starve alike for fame,
Half that rigour had undone me,
All that rigour gives me peace.

To Clarija.
W

HY like a tyrant wilt thou reign,
My heart still hovering round about you,

When thou may'it ruie the willing mind!
I thought I could not live without you; Can the poor pride of giving pain
Now we have liv'd three months alunder,

Repay the joys that wait the kind?
How I liv'd with you is the wonder.

I curic my fond enduring heari,
Which scorn'd, prefumes not to be free,

Condemn'd to feel a double smart,
Diulogue between an old Incumbent and the Perfon To hate mytelf, and burn for thee.

promisit the next Presentation.
I’Mylad to see you well.--O faithless breath! EVER buly, nc'er employd,

Whiat, glad to Ice me well, and with my death! Ever loving, ne'cr enjoy'd,
No more, replies the youth, Sir, this milgiving : Ever doom'd to lock and mits,
I wish not for your death, but for your living. And pay unbluis’d the price of bliss.

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VAINLY hath Heaven denounc'd the wo

As Quin and Foote

One day walk'd out Thou know'st no tender cares, no bitter throes,

To view the country round,
Unfelt your offspring comes, unfelt it goes.

In merry mood
They chatting food,

Hard by the village-pound.

Foote from his poke
On Sbakspeare's Monument at Stratford upon Avon.

A shilling took,
SEWARD.

And said, I'll bett a penny
GREAT Homer's birth seven rival cities claim, In a short space,
Too mighty such monopoly of fame.

Within this place,
Yet not to birih alone did Homer owe

I'll make this piece a guinca.
His wondrous worth ; whiat Egypt could bestow,
With all the schools of Greece and Asia joind,

Upon the ground,

Within the pound, Enlarg d th’immente expansion of his mind.

The Shilling foon was thrown: Nor yet unrival'd the Mæonian strain,

Behold, says Foote,
The British Eagle and the Mantuan Swan

The thing's made out,
Tow'r equal heights. But happier Stratford, thou,

For there is one pound one.
W’ith incontested laurels deck thy brow:

I wonder not, Thy bard was thine uníchool’d, and from thee brought

Says Quin, that thought More than all Egvpt, Greece, or Asia taught.

Should in your head be found, Not Homcı's self such matchless honours won;

Since that's the way The Greck has rivals, but thy Shakspeare none.

Your debts you pay

One shilling in the pound.

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Weirs,

ten.

A Sonnet. Imitated from ihe Spanis of Lopez

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On a Statue of Apollo crazumning Merit.
de Vega. Menagiona, tom. iv. p. 176.

MERIT, if thou'rt blest with riches,
EDWARDS.

For God's fake buy a pair of breeches,
CAPRICIOUS Wray a fonnet needs mut have; For one good turn deserves another.

And give them to thy naked brother,
I ne'er was to put to't before-a fonnet !

Why, fourteen verses must be spent upon it: 'Tis good howe'er t' have conquer'd the firit stave.

O

LET me die in peace! Eumenes cried,
Yet I Mall nc'cr sind rhymes enough by half,

To a hard creditor at his bed-side.
Said I, and found myselfi'the midsto’the fecord.

Fiow! die ! roard Gripus; thus your debts ciz
Ji twice four vcrfis were but fairly reckond,

No, no, Sir, you

fha’uit die till I am paid.
I thould turn back on th’liardust part and laugh.
Thus far with good success I think l’ve fcribbled,

On Sloep.
And of the twice fure: lincs have clean got o'er 1 ALTHOUGH soft Necpdcath's sad resemblanc
Courage! another 'll finish the first triplet.

Still do I with him on my couch to lie;
Thankstothee,muse, my work begins to thorten.

Come, balmy sleep, for sweetly it appcais,
There's trurteon lines got thro’ dribiet by driblet.

Thus without life to live, thus with our dee's
'Tis done! count how you will, I warr'nt there's
fourteen.

On a bud Singer.
WHEN screech-ov is fcreek, their note

To foolith mortais death of friends :
Opollard oak, hollow at heart,
Tremendous lightning darted.

But when Corvina irains her throat,
Tremlile at God's are ging dart,

E'en screech-owls ficken at the note.
O all ye lollow-hcarted.

O PON fome hafty errand Ton was sene,

And met liis parish curate as he went;

Rur, just like what he was, a forry clous, No wonder that Oxford and Cambridge pro- it i'eins he pals d him with a cover'd crown

founi, In learning and science fo creatly abound;

The gownman stopp'd, and, turning, its roletailWhen all carry thiilor a little cach day,

i doubt, my lad, vou're far worse taugh: el.and And ne meet with 10 few who bring any away.

Whv aye! says Tom, ftill jogging on, that's true
Thank God!'he feeds inc; but I in taught by you

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Epitaph on a certain Mifer.

On Mr. Quin.

GARRICK.
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HERE lies one who for med cines would not give SAYS Epicure Quin, should the devil in hell
A little gold, and so his life he left:

In fishing for men take delight,
I fancy now he'd with again to live,

His hook bait with ven’son, I love it so well,
Could he but guess how much his fun'ral cost. Indeed I am sure I should bite,

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Extempore, on bearing a certain impertinent Ad. On Captain Grenville. Lord LYTTELTON.

dies in the Newspapers. By Garrick, Tbompon, YE weeping mufes, graces, virtues, tell,

&c.
If, fince your all-accomplish'd Sidney fell,
You, or afflicted Britain, e'er deplord

THOU eflence of dock, of valerian and fage,

At once the disgrace and the peft of this age,
A lofs like that these plaintive lays record! The worst that we with thee, for all thy bad crimes,
Such spotless honour; tuch ingenuous truth ; Is to take thy own physic, and read thy qwn rhymes.
Such ripeu'd wisdom in the bloom of youth!
So mild, so gentle, so compos'd a mind,
To such heroic warmth and courage join'd!

Answer to the Junto.
He too, like Sidney, nurs'd in learning's arms,

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"HEIR with must be in form revers'd,
For nobler war forfook her softer charms :

To suit the doctor's crimes ;
Like him, possess d of ev'ry pleasing art, For if he takes his physic first,
The secret with of ev'ry female heart;

He'll never read his rhymes.
Like him, cut off in ycuthful glory's pride,
He unrepining for his country dicd.

Dr. Hill's Reply to the Junto's Epigram.

YE desperate junto, ye great or ye small, Designed for the Monument of Sir Isaac Newtor. Who combat dukes, doctors, thc deuce, and

'cm all!
MORE than his name were less—’twould seem

Whether gentlemen, scribblers, or poets in jail,
to fear
He who increas'd heaven's fame, could want it here. Your impertinent curses shall never prevail :
Yet--when the fun he lighted up thall fade,

I'll take neither fage, dock, nor ballam of honey;
And all the worlds he found at first decay'd;

Do you take the physic, and I'll take the money
Then void and waste eternity hall lie,
And Time and Newton's name together die !

Writien soon after Dr. Hill's Farce, called The Roud,
was atted.

GARRICK.
Upon a young Gentleman refufing to walk with the FOR: physic and forces,
Author in ihe Purk, because be was not dressid

His equal there fcarce is;
curll.

GARRICK,

His farces are phylic,

His phyfic a farce is.
FRIEND Col and I, both full of whim,

To thun each other oft agree;
For I'm not beau enough for him,

To Dr. Hill, upon his Petition of the Letter I, o
And he's too much a beau for me.

Mr. Garrick.

GARRICK.
Then let us from cach other fly,
And arın in arm no more appear;

IF 'tis true, as you say, that I've injur'd a letter,
The I may ne'er offend your eye,

I'll change my note toon, and I hope for the That you may ne'er vitend my ear.

berter;
May the right use of letters, as well as of men,

Hereafter be fix'd by the tongue and the pen ;
On Mrs. Clive's relenting being put out of the Part Nioft devoutly I wish that they both have theirdue,

of Portia, and faying the was fierely as well. And that I may be never miitaken for U.
qualifud to wear Breecbes as Mr. Garrick was
to play Ranger.

GARRICK.

Colloquial Epigram * GARRICK.
DEAR Kate, it is vanity both us betwitches,
Since I must the truth on't reveal;

Wilmot.
For when I mount the ladder and you wear the You should call at his house, er hould send

him
We shew—what we ought to conccal,

Can Garrick alone be so cold ? * Soon after the promotion of Lord Camden to the Seals, Mr. Wilmot, his Lordship's purse-bearer, called at Hampton, where learning that Mr. Garrick had not yet paid his congratulatory compliments, the convere fation between the two gentiemen furnished Mr. Garrick'with the subject of the Epigram; in which, with an admirabie address, our English Roscius has turned an impụtcd negled into a rery elegant panegyric on that auly patriotis nobleman.

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• Thus trade increasing by degrees, Shall. I, a poor plaver, and Itill poorer bard, “ Doctor, we both shall have our ends :

Shall folly with Camden makc bold? For you are sure to have your fees, What joy can I give him, dear Wilmot, declarc : “ And I am sure to have your friends.

Promocion no honours can bring; To him the Great Seals are but labour and care, Upon a certain Lord's giving forse Thrzand Pos With joy to your country and king.

for a Houf.

GARRICK,

So many thousands for a house, To the Aubor of the Farmer's Letters, which evere

For you, of all the world, lord Mouse I written in Ieland in ibe Year of obe Rebellion, A little house would best accord by Henry Brooke, Ef. 1745.

GARRICK, With you, my very little lord! O THOU, whose artless, frce-born genius And then exactly match'd would be charms,

Your house and hoipitality. W'hose rustic zeal cach patri t bosom warms; Pursue the glorious task, the pleasing toil, Foriake the fields, and till a nobler foil ; Upon secing 17:. Tuna's Pictures of Bain, ra Extend the farmer's care to human kind,

bearing a Connoljert sechwe Ibu too Manure the heart, and cultivate the mind : finely painted for a Genuenian.GARRICK There plant religion, reason, freedom, truth, And tow the feeds of virtue in our youth :

TELL.me the meaning, you who can,

Of “finely for a gentleman!" Let no rank weeds corrupt, or brambles choak,

Is genius, raret gift of Heaven, And shake the vermin from the British oak : To the hir'd artist only given! From northern blafts protect the vernal bloom,

Or, like the Catholic salvation, And guard our pastures from the wolves of Rome: Paid in for any clats or station On Britain's liberty iograft thy name,

Is it bound 'prentice to the trade, And reap the harvest of immortal famc!

Which works, and as it works is paid!

Is there no fill to build, inrent, Upon a Lady's Embroidery. GARRICK. Unless inspir'd by five pai ceni?

And shalt thou1, Taylor, paint in vain, ARACHNE once, as poetstell;

Unless impell d by hopes of gain : art defied;

Be wife, my friend, and take thy fce,
But foon the daring mortal fell

That Claude Loraine may yield to chee.
The hapless victim of her pride.
o then bewarc Arachnc's fatc,
Be prudcnt, Chloe, and submit;

Tom Fool to Mr. Hoskins, bis Counsellor and Frie: For you'll inore furcly feel her hate,

GARRICK. Who rival both her art and wit.

ON your care must depend the success of myfuit,

The poiletlion I mean of the house in dipute. Deuth and the Dofor. Occasioned by a p}fician's Confider, my friend, an attorney's my foe, lampsoning a Friend of the Amhor. The worst of his tribe, and the best is fo-fo.

GARRICK. O let nor his quiddits and quirks of the law, musing fat,

( let not this harpy your poor client claw; Death law, and came without delay : In law as in life, I know ivell 'tis a rulc, Enter the room, begins the chat,

That a knare thould be crer too hard for a fool. l'ith “ Doétor, why so thoughtful, pray :"

To this rule onc cxception pour client impleres, The Doctor started from his place,

That the fooi may for once beat the knare out of

doors.
But for they more familiar grew :
.Ind then he told his piteous cate,
How ride was low, and friends were for.

From ib- Spanish. GARRICK.
“ Away with fear," the phantoin laid, FOR me my fair a wreath has wove,
As soon as he had heard his tale :

Where rival dow'rs in union mect; « Take my advice, and inund your trade : As oft the kind the gift of love, “ ll'e both are loters if you fail.

Her breath gave tweetncls to the fivect. “ Go write, your wit in fatire thow,

A bee within a damask rofe No inauer, whether imart or true;

Had crept, the nectar'd dew to lipi * Call names, the greateli fiie

But kifer live is the thiet foregoes" To duincís, folly, pride, and you.

And fixes on Louila's lip. « Then copies Ipread, there lies the trick, There tasting all the bloom of Ipring,

Among your friends be fure you send 'en; Wak'd by the ripening breath of May, * For all who read will toon grow fick,

Th' ungrateful fpoiler lett his fting, " And when you're call d upon, attend 'em.

And with the honey flew away,

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