ON THE NUPTIALS OF LORD GREY, AND

LADY HARRIOT BENTINCK.

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Ymen (neglected God) this day appears
In blaze of glory, as in earlier years;
When innate worth alone th' affections fway'd,
Nor wealth the youth, nor pomp allur’d the maid;
Titles and grandeur, " trifles light as air,"
Were not effentials to the well-match'd pair;
But when indulgent heaven benignly joins
To title, virtues that e'en wealth refines ;
When noble birth adorns a nobler heart,
Which joys th' intrufted bleffings to impart,
Copies the great Commander of the sky,
And wipes Affliction's tear from Virtue's eye?
How fair's the lot?. —we fee, and wondering trace
These glowing virtues ftamp'd on Stamford's race:
A bright compeer in worth and noble fame,
Hark! radiant Truth re-echoes Bentinck's name.
Aufpicious morn! for ever gay appear,

Clad in the brightest livery of the year;
Joyful may circling hours thy ides relate,

Which faw united Grey and Bentinck's fate;
Long be their years, to grief and pain unknown,
And may each parent virtue be their own.

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A NUPTIAL CARD,

SENT TO A YOUNG COUPLE ON THEIR WED DING-DAY, JULY XXIII, MDCCLXIII.

BY THE SAME.

GLadly the call of friendship I obey,

And gratulating hail your nuptial day.

May life's fmall circle ever bright appear,
Fair as the morn that gives you all that's dear;
May tender friendship (guardian power of Love)
Attendant wait you, and each act approve;
Scan both your merits with a partial eye,
And, if a fault fhould rife, each pass it by:
Would you with joy ftill view your wedding-day,
Not only both must love, but both obey.

HORACE,

HORACE, ODE XIV. BOOK II.

IMITATED BY JOHN, EARL OF CORKE.

TOW fwift, alas! the rolling years

HOW

Hafte to devour their deftin'd prey!

A moth each winged moment bears,
Which ftill in vain the ftationers

From the dead authors fweep away;

And troops of canker-worms, with fecret pride, Thro' gay vermilion leaves, and gilded covers glide.

Great Bavius, fhould thy critic vein
Each day fupply the teeming prefs,
Should't thou of ink whole rivers drain,
Not one octavo fhall remain,

To show thy learning and address:
Oblivion drags them to her filent cell,
Where brave king Arthur and his nobles dwell.

Authors of every size and name;

Knights, 'fquires, and doctors of all colours, From the pursuit of lafting fame, Re-living, there a manfion claim:

. Behold the fate of modern scholars !

Why will you then, with hope delufive led,

For various readings toil, which never will be read?

With

With filver clafp, and corner-plate,
You fortify the favourite book:
Fear not from worms or time your fate!
More cruel foes your works await :

The butler, with th' impatient cook,

And pastry-nymphs, with trunkmakers, combine Toease the groaning shelves, and spoil the fair defign.

HORACE, ODE XXX. BOOK I.

IMITATED IN THE PERSON OF GENERAL

CHLL.

BY DR. BROXHOLM.

Venus! Joy of men and gods,

Forfake, for once, thy bleft abodes,

And deign to vifit my land;

Quit Paphos and the Cyprian ifle,

On thy fond votary kindly smile,

And come to my Duck Island.

Thee, Goddefs, thee, my prayers invoke,
To thee alone my altars smoke;

O treat me not with rigour:
Thy wanton fon bring with thee too,

My dying embers to renew,

And give me back my vigour.

Bring, too, the Graces to my arms,
Girls that are prodigal of charms,
Of every favour lavish:
Yielding and melting let them be;
Confider, I am fixty-three,

And that's no age to ravish.

Let jöcund Health attend thy train,
Much wanted by thy crazy swain;
And, gentle Venus, pr'ythee,
To crown thy gifts, and ease my pain,
(Since Ward has labour'd long in vain
Let Mercury come with thee.

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