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 PREFACE. 
 
 X Declare I hardly know how to fay 
 what juftice to myfelf obliges me to 
 fay.-^ — The public hears daily of fo many 
 unlucky Poets, who become publifhers 
 from the fame fate that ranges me In 
 their clafs, that I am apprehenfive the 
 truth, when told, will not ferve me as ^n 
 apology, but the cffe6l of confiraint be 
 reputed the wifh of prefumption. 
 
 ' The courfe of my fludies firft gave me 
 a tafle for Poetry, and the fweetnefs of 
 the art infpired me with an inclination to 
 improve It. — The few who faw my verfes 
 
 faid 
 
 76^493
 
 ( vi ) 
 
 laid they liked them, and would fome* 
 times a(k for a copy of what they had 
 fccn. — The firft pleafure I know is to 
 pleafe ; and indeed I thought complying 
 ;ivith their requeAs an eafy return for the 
 obligation of their praife. — They had co- 
 pies, and in their high opinion of me 
 gave copies to others, who foon circulated 
 fome of my pieces, as particular favours 
 to particular friends, through half a do- 
 zen editions, of which three or fou;* were 
 generally \cry incorred. 
 
 To prevent this evil from fprcading, I 
 have here colleded in one fmall book 
 ihofc verles of which I have ever given 
 
 copies,
 
 ( vii ) 
 
 copies, as far as remembrance and pof- 
 feffion have permitted me. 
 
 All parents have a partiality to their 
 own child — fo every Writer has a par- 
 tiality to the produ6lions of his own 
 brain, that would rather they were feen 
 in a perfe(5i: than an imperfedl Htuation — 
 and when a man's writings mufl unavoid- 
 ably be delivered into the hands of the 
 public, a decent refpedl for his own cha- 
 ia6ler, and good manners to his fellow- 
 creatures will oblige him to endeavour, as 
 much as poilible, that they may not ex- 
 cite a contempt for himfelf, nor be en- 
 tirely ufelefs and difgufting to his readers. 
 
 York, 1780.
 
 FUGITIVE PIECES. 
 
 HEBE'S BIRTH-DAY. 
 
 ADDRESSED TO 
 
 Miss 
 
 X H E Queen of Paphos' flow'ry groves 
 Afcends her dove-borne car; 
 Cupid J the Graces f and the Lov.ej 
 Shed odours thro' the air. 
 
 Sooii
 
 ( = ) 
 
 Soon Cythirca reach'd the fliies; 
 
 Eacli God that day was there — 
 She rais'd to Jovi her wat'ry eyes. 
 And thus prefer'd her pray'r : 
 *' No more niankhid invokes my pow'r, 
 
 *' Nor ardent vows arife 
 *' From doting bofoms, love's no more^ 
 
 ^' ]VIy Ctip'id^i influence dies. 
 5' His bow, hi^ arrows he has thrown 
 
 << Qjiite ufeleft from lus arms — 
 •f' Sec, where the Sirter Craas moan 
 
 *' In negligence of charms. 
 <^ To-day fprings fortli to life below 
 
 <' A Babe of honour'd line ; 
 ^ There let eacli God fome boon beftow, 
 
 " And ftavnp the Nymph divine.** 
 
 SI'
 
 ( 5 ) 
 
 She Cpoke—Jove gave th' aflenting noj. 
 
 His thunders took their way; 
 fie then commanded that each Go4 
 
 Tiie ^iieen of Love obey, 
 firft came the Graces liand in hand( 
 
 And gave her all their eafe, 
 O'er ev'ry heart fupreme comman^ 
 
 And elegance to pleafe, 
 ^j>o//o and the 31ufi'i Nine 
 
 Their heav'nly gifts impart^ 
 yj\t, mufic, poery divine 
 
 And fenfe to form the heart," 
 Jove gave his light'ning to her eyes. 
 
 Gay Bacchus lading youth, 
 jyioiiius with laughter Ihook the ikiej 
 
 And added fmiling truth, 
 
 C}'pi4
 
 ( 4 ) 
 
 C?^//i heard all— but knew not how 
 
 The fl<y's applaufe to gain, 
 Till in her fmiles he fpy'd his bow, 
 
 And bad it there remain. 
 f^efjus tranfported faw the Maid, '7 
 
 And, her delight to prove, 
 Cupid, attend on her, fiie faid. 
 
 For Hebe's (^leen oi' Love, 
 
 M A y.
 
 ( 5 ) 
 
 M A Y; 
 
 O W joyful the golden. trefs'd God thro' the Iky 
 
 DilFiifes his all-forming ray ! 
 
 See, the temperate hours, as round him they fly. 
 
 Drop rofes to crown the new May. 
 Each many-plum'd fongfter that lives in yon grove 
 
 Gives voice to his grecn-kirtled fpray. 
 And when he pours forth the foft tale of his love. 
 
 Concludes with a fonnet to May. 
 The brooks that fweet vi'lets and thyme flow among 
 
 Their babbling courfe wantonly flay, 
 Till hearing nk chorus of Nature's glad fong 
 
 They purl on in honour of May. 
 Nor let me forget while enraptur'd I fing 
 
 The honour that's due to this day— — 
 
 To heighten the tranfports I tafk in the Spring, 
 
 I'li make Hebe Qiieen of the May. 
 
 THE
 
 ( 6 ) 
 
 THE WISH, 
 
 XA.F\.clily-fmiling, dimpled Boy, 
 Son of Venus f God of Lovej 
 Grant rr.y heart, the feat of joy^ 
 May thy temple ever prove I 
 Let me fing and laugh all day. 
 Sweetly pafs my nights away. 
 Then arifing tafte with you 
 Blefllngs lafting, Raptures new I 
 
 HEBE.
 
 { 1 ) 
 
 HEBE; 
 
 i-rfOOK to my lambkins—once again 
 Daphnis fliall try the Sylvan ftrain — 
 And fetch me, boy, the fav'rite pipe I hun* 
 Love-lorn on yondef elm; it oft has rung 
 In happier clays 
 With Hebe's praife, 
 Till vallies, and hills, and the woods all aronnd 
 To yon river in concert re-echo'd the found, 
 Which love-freightcd bore the name 
 Far adown his winding ftream. 
 Repeating it with fond delay, 
 Wl]ile from bank to bank the joy 
 Spread till — Where's my pipe, my boy— i 
 Till like my hopes, alas I it dy'd away, 
 
 Wliy
 
 ( s ) 
 
 Why do I figh? 
 Doft know, my pipe ?-No\v fpeak-IVe caught the found 
 
 That lifts me high, 
 That bids me run my wonted carelefs round. 
 Bids me again to kinder fair one's rove. 
 And Hebe leave who flights my proffcr'd love. 
 
 THE
 
 ( 9 ) 
 
 THE INCONSTANT. 
 
 X3>.Roiind the plain fecure I rov'dj 
 
 With ev'ry nymph wou'd toy, 
 Wou'd laugh and kifs — but never lovM 
 
 Beyond the moment's joy. 
 Cupid refolv'd to faare my heart 
 
 Each bloomhig Beauty tries. 
 But fent the love-infpiring dart 
 
 J'rom Hebe's fparkling eyes. 
 Since then I've lov'd — but lov'd in vain^ 
 
 Gay grandeur charms my fair- 
 She fcorns my fighs — Ah ! kicklefs fwain. 
 
 Thy portion is defpair, 
 
 B SALLY
 
 ( 10 ) 
 
 SALLY 
 
 OF THE 
 
 MEAD. 
 
 \^ NE morn when nymphs and fwains were gay 
 
 And danc'd upon the greeny 
 From mirth poor Jevniiy fled away 
 
 To mourn his lot unfeen — 
 In tears the am'roiis Boy complains 
 
 Clofe by the murm'ring Tweed, 
 The fad, fad burthen of his ftrains 
 
 Was Sally of the Mead. 
 My S^lly did each nymph furpafs 
 
 Who trips the flow'ry plain^ 
 Once flie was thonglit the lovelieft lafs; 
 
 And I the happieP: fwain — 
 
 Tfi
 
 ( " ) 
 
 To pleafe her was my fole employ, 
 
 To her I tun'd my reed, 
 And, morn and eve, my only joy 
 
 Was Sally of the Mead. 
 While yet the morn was clad in grey 
 
 I rofe to court her love. 
 Thro' flow'ry fields I took my way 
 
 And then her garland wove — , 
 Tho' Rofe and Lily both were there 
 
 To deck her charming head. 
 That was lefs fvveet, and this lefs fair 
 
 Than Sally of the Mead. 
 J^ow Ihe no more fliall glad my eyes^ 
 
 No m.ore my fong infpire, 
 From me the faithlcfs fair-one llieg 
 
 To blefs the richer 'Squire—. 
 
 B 2 Yet
 
 ( 12 ) 
 
 Yet may her heart know nought but joy; 
 
 Kor e'er repent this deed— 
 Jevwiy can lay him down— and die 
 
 For Sally of the Mead. 
 
 ODE
 
 ( 13 ) 
 ODE 
 
 A D 
 
 O M N U M. 
 
 UEM mihi femper repeti vocanti, 
 So7nney prasrentem, pofito fub umbra 
 Pofco nunc adfis, gravium laborum, 
 Dulce lenimeii. 
 Tu mari mcrfus Lybico notafti 
 Dum polos magui, Palhiure, vires 
 Morphcos nofli properantis in te 
 
 Triftia fata. 
 An prius dicam rabidse Jimotiis 
 Finias victas, vigilcmque monte 
 Somniis Jus Dominum rolutum 
 Lumina centum? 
 
 Qiiin
 
 ( H ) 
 
 Onin Jovem magnum, Super um Parentem 
 Vincit en Morpheus — et aguntur omni 
 Tro's's c campo, fuperante Sovmn 
 
 Fulmina cceli. 
 En Deus. voto totics vocatus 
 Snpplici, fegnis comitatus aflat 
 Somniis vanis, oculos cruentos 
 
 Venice merfiis ! 
 Fert manu virgam, tacitceque Lethes 
 Tociilo f^iclo Stygia cuprcfTii 
 Rora; circuradat gravidum. papaver 
 
 Tempora rugis 
 Indecora — ilium comitatur ales 
 Noctis — in Vatcm leviore trac^a 
 Serpit, ct vincit lyricas amantcm 
 
 Tangere chorJas. 
 ' OCCASIONAL
 
 C 15 ) 
 
 OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE 
 TO A PLAY 
 
 ACTED FOR THE BENEFIT OF 
 
 THE INFIRMARY 
 IN LEEDS. 
 
 »^OON as Compajfioji — Glory of our IfiC — 
 With modelt elegance had rais'd yon pile. 
 Where kindly Science to each acliing grief. 
 Each fad mifchance adrainiflers relief, 
 Covwisrce beheld it — and her looks confeH: 
 
 The fprightly joy that danc'd within her breafl 
 
 T\\\!i%Go7nmercs fung-"Toyou, my children, peace I".^ 
 Shefung— and fmilingwav'd her GOLDEN FLEECE— 
 *< 'Tis yours, my fons, with tend'reft care to heal 
 '^ The varied mis'ries Poverty may feel ; 
 
 «'ris
 
 ( '^> ) 
 
 *' 'Tis yours the finking frame of Age to rear, 
 " 'Tis yours to flicd the fympathetic Tear, 
 *' 'Tis yours Misfortune's kcenefl: pangs to eafe— 
 " And yours fnall be the meed of a*5ls like thefe. 
 " While this bright fun illumes the face of day, 
 '* While yonder moon reflects one filver ray, 
 " So long Abundance fliall your guefl: remain 
 ''■ To deck the board, and whillle o'er the plain. 
 *' Qiiickly with her, of ev'ry good the Oiiecn, 
 '* White Peace lier gentle fiiler fiiall be fccn. 
 " I fee her now defcending from the flcy 
 '' To banini War and bid Rebellion flv. 
 *' InduRry now has all my fails unfurl'd, 
 *' Now fends my honefl treafures o'er the world; 
 *' Now plcas'd tlic mines of either Inde I view 
 *' Relign, my fon-, their many (lores to you — 
 
 "For
 
 ( 17 ) 
 
 '* For you are bounteous as the Hand of Heav'n, 
 *' And feel why riches were to mortals glv'n." 
 
 Thus Commerce fung — and here in furtive verfe 
 Have I prefum'd the carol to reheaffe — 
 Where praife is merited, let prai'e be giv'n — 
 To honour virtue is to a6l like Heav'n. 
 And fure your gen'rous deeds may well demand 
 That Angels fing them to the lifl'ning land j 
 For mindful ever of wealth's firft, beft end. 
 You bid the Poor in you behold a Friend. 
 
 OCCASIONAL
 
 ( i8 ) 
 OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE 
 
 TO THE 
 
 FOUNDLING, 
 
 ACTED AT THE 
 
 THE A THE -ROYAL in YORK% 
 
 FOR THE BENEFIT OF 
 
 THE LUNATIC ASYLUM. 
 
 j7 KOM the mild regions of her native fliy. 
 O'er Britain's Ifle fweet Pity caft her eye— • 
 She cafl— and Sorrow heav'd her melting breaft. 
 As to her view pale Sickmfi (toed conftll. 
 
 Here n each'rous JVafle attains her end by ftealth^ 
 And, fl.ut'ring, flowly faps the bafe of health. 
 There Fevers fhoot through ev'ry fwelling vein. 
 Now fire the lawlcfs blood, now rack the brain.— 
 
 .Daughtei
 
 (19 ) 
 
 Daughter of Htll, a direr fiend than War, 
 
 With haft-y flfide Plague rufhes from afar ! — 
 Her favage pleafnre grows on fpreading death, 
 And Parent Nations crplian'd by her breath. 
 
 Who fits on yonder ftone with hollow eye 
 And hand out-ftretch'd, imploring charity ? 
 'Tis hungry Famine — " Thou flialt aflc no more," 
 Cry'd one--" but die, and fliame that rich man's door."— 
 Who was't fo cry'd ? — The Monarch of the Dead, 
 As from yon grave he rear'd his meagre head. 
 P'lty with fmiles beheld his friendly blow. 
 And hail'd him — Curer of a curelefs woe.- .. 
 
 She fpoke, and foaming Phrenzy darted by. 
 
 Strength in his hand, and murder in his eye 
 
 Sadly flie figh'd, and as flie turn'd away 
 Heard calmer Melancholy s penfive lay— 
 
 C ? Jlie
 
 ( 20 ) 
 
 The love-lorn Virgin, wand'ring thro' the gloom 
 Of yew- bound church-yards and the mould'ring tomb. 
 Sung to the Moon of Marg'refs grimly ghoft," 
 or Hejiry'' s broken vows, and Evrma loft. 
 
 Here Pity wept — and from her tears arofe 
 A kind Asylum for the mad-one's woes. 
 
 Hail to the wond'rous art that can difpenfe 
 The genial floods of renovatt:d fcnfe ! 
 And bleflings crown your breafts who feel thefe woes, 
 As far the heavieft human nature knows ! 
 
 EPILOGUE
 
 
 ( 21 ) 
 
 EPILOGUE 
 
 T O 
 
 B E L I S A R I U S. 
 
 X Hey 're biify yonder — fo I've flip'd awsy 
 To give you my opinion of the Play. 
 'Tis very, very low — and on my life 
 Bajres makes fad blunders with his injur'd Wife: 
 There's not a fpark of breeding in her nature, 
 A doting, doleful, humdrum, pretty creature !— 
 He and our ill-bred Manager 'tis clear 
 Want to invade the charters of the fair ; 
 Wou'd have us filent — bid us keep our houfes— 
 lnllru<fl our families — and love cur fpoufes — • 
 But we know better — thanks to education. 
 Example, foreign manner?, and tlie fafliion. 
 
 Stay—
 
 ( 22 ) 
 
 Stay — I'll recoTiHt my fuff 'rings one by ope, 
 Then be you judges what I fliould have done. 
 
 Three years from bed and board did Marcus ftay-^ 
 I'd fervM him rightly had I gone aflray. 
 A fool! — To foreign climes for battles roam? — i 
 Faith, the bed battles may be fought at home. 
 Well — he returns — gives credit to a lie. 
 Becomes a bubble — and his wife mull die. 
 Thank Fate, our Lords afk gentler expiation. 
 They wou'dn't wifh to murder half the nation— 
 Tkladam's divorc'd, lives with her country friends, 
 He finds a Miftrefs, and the fquabble ends.— 
 Next Bcl'tfar'tus in a frantic mood 
 Refoives to wafh my guilt out with my blood— 
 A pretty life between them botli I lead. 
 And the plague is, I never did the deed, 
 
 " Think
 
 ( 23 } 
 
 <' Think of my fame" — "My fondnefs/' — fiiys the other^ 
 And adds, *' Ahl how unlike thy virtuous Mother!'* 
 Unlike indeed ! — What Belle can bear the road 
 In which her prim Progenetrix has troJ ? —   
 Next — But I'll not repeat fuch odious fluff — 
 I'm fure you've heard abfurdity enougli. 
 
 Thefe my objecflions to the Bard I made 
 Before his 5-' — II— fa — r'l — us was play'd — 
 Wou'd you believe it? — Says the taflelefs creature^ 
 " Madam, I always ftrive to copy Nature.'* 
 
 KCLOG U E
 
 ( 24 ) 
 
 ECLOGUE.^ 
 
 NIGHT. 
 DESPAIR. 
 
 ADDRESSED TO 
 Mrs. .. — ■—. 
 
 H. 
 
 IS fportive lambs repos'd in gentle rcfl, 
 
 Thus Di^phiiis fung the forrows of liis brcaft — 
 
 *' Ah nie ! the day — when o'er the jocund green 
 
 *' Diiphnii the firfl to lead the dance was feen 
 
 '^ On blythefome reed the frolic round I play'd, 
 
 ** Envy'd by fwains, admir'd by ev'ry maid ; 
 
 <<To 
 
 • Tills is the lafl of fo'jr Eclogues — Morning — Noon- 
 Evening — Night— It is the only one of them publiflied at 
 prcfcRt, hccaurtf no friend of vimt has yet diftributcJ to h\i friend 
 any copies of the others.
 
 ( 25 ) 
 
 To lift my flrains my lambs have left their food, 
 And fondly feem'd to fay my flrains were good —   
 Oh ! they were fweet— my pipe was tuti'd tv love, 
 And Hehe's name made vocal ev'ry grove. 
 Thofe joys are paft — no more the tinkling fl:ream 
 Shall (lay its courfe to dwell on that lov'd name ; 
 No more the vale my merry notes fhall hear ...i,. 
 Far other feelings wait upon defpair. 
 Hebe, how oft I've brufli'd the glifl'ring deW, 
 And pinck'd the pride of vernal morns for you !— 
 The virgin Lily, with the bluftiing Rofe, 
 And blue-ey'd Vi'let for your wreatli I chafe, 
 And, while I bound it on your temples, ftole 
 KifTes that thrill'd with rapture to my foul! — 
 Am I not now as fair as when you faid 
 A lovelier youth ne'er blef^'d a happy maid ? 
 
 D " Alas 1
 
 ( 26 ) 
 
 '< Alas ! loitift other fwain has caught your eye — 
 *' He cannot be fo true, fo fond as I. 
 " Unmov'd cou'd Daphnis hear his Hebe moan ! 
 " No — He 'd bewail her forrows as his own ; 
 " On the green turf he'd feat him by his dear, 
 *' Give for each look, a figh— each fjgh, a tear; 
 ** The lovely mourner to his bofom prefs, 
 
 *' Partake the caufe, and Icflen her diftrefs 
 
 " But wherefore witlefs do I thus complain ? 
 
 ** Relentlefs Hebe laughs at all iny pain- 
 
 ** Why wake my lambkins? — Sure they cannot know, 
 
 " They heed not, feel not for their mafter's woe. 
 
 *' Some happier youth at dawn with careful crook 
 
 *' Shall guide you bleeting to the limpid brook j 
 
 '* Shall 'tend a-field the fleecy flocks I bred, 
 
 " Pride of the vale, and riches of the mead— — 
 
 " My
 
 ( 27 ) 
 
 *' My Friends, my Father, and my native Home, 
 
 *' This tear is yours — to diftant plains I roam 
 
 *' Adieu the well-known rill, the fiejd, the grove!—. 
 *' Abfence perhaps may foothe the pangs of Love." 
 Nig/7t check'd her yoke to hear the artlefs fwain. 
 And wept that faithful Love Ihould love in vain, 
 
 p 3 A picture;
 
 ( 25 ) 
 
 PICTURE 
 
 o r 
 
 H E L E N. 
 
 To The Right Hctjourable 
 Lady — — , 
 
 X\.Epentant Helen fought the filcnt fliade. 
 And wept to think what ruin (lie had made. . 
 lleflccftion fliews a Hufband's injur'd peace. 
 Hears the deep curfes of unpeopled Greece f 
 Points to the flory of her riiin'd fame, 
 And future ages fliudd'ring at her name. 
 Lovely in guilt the great Aduli'refs flood, 
 Baw Phr^gia's plains imbru'd with UeClors blood. 
 
 Saw
 
 ( 29 ) 
 
 Saw the flain Partner of her lawlefs joy, 
 
 A murder'd Pria?/2, and a flaming Ti-oj, 
 
 She heavM a groan, and clos'd her tear-fcain'd eye 
 
 Left flie miwht fee the Grecian Heroes die 
 
 o 
 
 In vaui — Patroclus rifes to her fight, 
 Drcfs'd in the reddeft horrors of the fight ; 
 Link'd with his friend the great A:h'tllcs rofe. 
 The tow'r of Greece, and terror of her foes: 
 Stern /ijax frown'd upon the gory field. 
 
 Longing in death to grafp Pelidcs* fliield 
 
 Vainly flie flrives to put them from her mind. 
 Her guilt hears groans in ev'ry whifp'ring windj 
 See plated Mars, high on his crimfon car 
 Laugh 'midft the fpreading tumult of the war; 
 Now fees thp Greeks and now the Trojans fly, 
 And hears one death-fraught thunder rend ihe ll<y. — 
 
 She
 
 ( 50 ) 
 
 She heard — and ftruck with horror at the ftene, 
 On earth's cold bofom funk the haplefs Qiieen. 
 In duteous hafte her virgins round her prefs. 
 Heave figh for figh, and grieve for her diftrefs; 
 Anxious each balm to footh her woes they feek. 
 And bid its native rofes tinge her cheek. 
 Fruiilefs their care — In tears they raife her head, 
 Where Lilies wept their fifter Rofes dead. 
 Hark! — the kind ftreamlet from tlie neighb'ring trees 
 In gentle murmurs cliides the noify breeze — 
 The noify breeze the fweet reproof obey'd. 
 Beheld the Fair, and dy'd along the glade. 
 
 Behold her, thou, whofe paflions long to rove 
 Carelefs of honour and connubial love. 
 And learn that, though enamour'd of her charms 
 Her doating Lord had ta'cn her to his arms 
 
 Again,
 
 ( 31 ) 
 
 Again, reftor'd her to liis bed and throne, 
 
 And to the world acknowledged her his own-— 
 Yet not his pardon, nor his throne combin'd 
 Cou'd eafe the pangs that agoniz'd her mind, 
 
 EPITAPHIUM
 
 ( S2 ) 
 E P I T A P H I U B'l. 
 
 OISTE viator! 
 Hie fepulta jacent ofla 
 JosEPui Inchbald, HisTBio.vrs: 
 Qiii aequalium fuorum 
 In Ficlis Sccenaruni facile Princeps evafit, 
 Virtutifque in Veris Vitx claruit exemplar. 
 
 Procul efte, invida Super ilitio, 
 Et mala fuaden? religionis turbidiis Amor! — 
 Veftris enim ingratiis, hie lapis omnibus praidicabit, 
 Qiiod in his humi facrce carceribus 
 
 Vir rec^li fcmper tenax, 
 Sociis chariis, in pauperes benlgnus, 
 Pater optimus, Maritus fidelis. 
 
 Socle tatis
 
 ( 33 ) 
 
 Societatis jufum in cuncftis obfervantillimus 
 
 Otii gaudiiim, necnon feriorum ornamentum, 
 
 Expecflans 
 
 De dementia Numinis immortalis 
 
 /Eterna frni felicitate 
 
 Pvcquicfcit. 
 
 JOSEPHUS InCHBALD 
 
 Annum agens quadragefimum quartum 
 Ocftavo iduum Jnnii 
 
 Mortem obiit 
 Anno MDCCLXXix. 
 
 E ODE
 
 ( 34 ) 
 ODE 
 
 T O 1' H E 
 
 MEMORY 
 
 o I 
 MR. I N C H B A L D. 
 
 VV f lAT time the wcak-ey'd Owl, on twilight wing 
 Slow borne, her vcfper fcream'd to Eve, and rcuz'd 
 The lazy wing of Bat 
 With Beetle's fullen hum, 
 Frlendrnip, and flic, the maid of penfive mien. 
 Pale Melanclioly point my furrowing fteps 
 To meditate the dead 
 And give my Friend a tear. 
 
 Hert 
 
 i
 
 ( S5 ) 
 
 Here let me paufe — and pay that tear I owe : 
 Silent it trickles down my cheek, and drops 
 Upon the recent fud 
 That lightly clalps his heart. 
 But ah ! how vain — Nor flatt'ry's pow'r, nor wealth's. 
 Nor friendlliip's tear, nor widow'd Anna's voice. 
 Sweet as the harps of Heav'n, 
 Can move the tyrant Death. 
 Hence ye impure ! — for hark — around his grave 
 The Sifters chafte, the Sifters whom he lov'd. 
 In nine-fold cadence 
 Chaunt immortal harmony. 
 'Tis done — 'tis done — The well-earn'd laurel fpreads 
 Its verdant foliage o'er his honour'd clay : 
 
 Again the Mufcs fing — . 
 Thalia s was the deedf 
 
 E 2 Thou
 
 ( 36 ) 
 
 Thou honefl man, farewel I — I wou'd not ftain 
 
 Thy worlhwitlj praife — yet not the bright-hair'd King» 
 Who M'ooes the rofy morn, 
 And wcft'ring flciits the fl^y 
 
 With ruddy gold and purple, e'er fliall fee 
 
 Thy likenefs — nor yon paly Crefcent call 
 
 Her weeping dews to kifs 
 A turf more lov'd than thine. 
 
 THE
 
 ( 37 ) 
 THE CIRCASSIAN. 
 
 To Miss . 
 
 Jove lately took it in his head 
 To give the Gods a inafquerade. 
 And fent his footman Hermes out 
 With cards to allc them to the rout. 
 Jr'iSf a milliner of tafle, 
 Hand-bills fent forth thro' Hcav'n in hafte. 
 To tell the GoddefTes fne'd laid in 
 Frefli goods againfl the mafquerading. 
 The Ladies all were in a pother. 
 And hoping each to outvie t'other 
 Bade her make up their filks and laces— 
 Venus employ'd the Sifter Graces: 
 
 Who
 
 ( 38 ) 
 
 Who all agreed Love's Qjieen fiiou'd drefs 
 As a Circassian Sheplierdtf;; — 
 The Graces always fancy well — 
 Oiiick to their work the Siilers fell, 
 FinifiiM it in a day or t\vo, 
 
 Try'd it on Vetius, and withdrew , 
 
 Who beg'd them firft with earnefl pray'r 
 To come next day and drefs her hair : 
 Then in her kirtle tripp'd about. 
 And foon with this or that fell out; 
 Till, vex'd to death, young Ct/p'td cries 
 *' You Ladies are fiich oddities ! — 
 *< I'm rme, I^Iama, you quite miflake it, 
 " It fits as neat as hands can make it, 
 ** There's not a fingle thread amifs" — 
 She fmil'd — and gave the Boy a kifs; 
 
 When
 
 ( 39 ) 
 
 When bolder grown, by Styx he fwore 
 
 '< She ne'er look'd half fo well before." — 
 
 To bed file went—thought all was right — 
 
 But cou'dn't deep a wink that night. 
 
 Next ev'ning came the Graces three^ 
 
 And Venus had 'em in to tea. 
 
 (In great-ones nothing fnews fo well 
 
 As 'haviour kind and affable.) 
 
 Well — after pitying the Moon 
 
 For tripping wlih Endyvi'ion; 
 
 And calling royal Juno fcold. 
 
 And twenty harmlefs tales o'ertold — 
 
 Says Venus, looking at her watch, 
 
 « Ladies, egad we muft difpatch, 
 
 « For fee — it's almoft nine o'clock— 
 
 ** EuphroJ)nc, come fmooth this lock — 
 
 Paf:th:a
 
 ( 4^ ) 
 
 " Pafiihea reach my drfcfling-go\vn, 
 
 *< Thalia take my toupee down, 
 
 " And let if> ringlets kifs my head 
 
 ** Loofc, as when on wat'ry bed 
 
 ** In fmiles I woke to life divine — 
 
 " AnJ here and there a rofe entwine 
 
 " Adown that braid" — Says Mifs, " I doubt it 
 
 " Won't look fo well as 'twould without ir, 
 
 *< Thefe threads of gold" — " I will have one, 
 
 " Mifs Grace, you know it's quite the Ton." 
 
 (So it is pofiible we fee 
 
 That Ton and Grace may difagree.) 
 
 Her locks ethereal now were dreft 
 
 •' Come, bring me my Circaffian veil." 
 
 ** Where is it, Ma'am? — "I'th' middle drawer" — 
 
 Pafthca went — her Sifters fiiw her 
 
 Turn
 
 ( 4r ) 
 
 Turn pale — fiie cries, " we're all undone" — 
 "Howfo ?" — "Lord, Ma'am, the drefs is gone."— 
 
 The Graces fobbings can't be painted 
 
 Poor Venus only figh'd — and fainted. 
 
 *' Here, reach the Hartfliorn Drops," fays one — 
 
 " Frefli water," t'other — t'other '•' run 
 
 '* For Efculapitis" — " Greater need 
 
 " Of Doctor PhcEous''—'^ He don't bleed, 
 
 '' Alas!" cries one — *' and in this cafe 
 
 *' She fliou d be bled"— '^Ay"—" Cut her lace."— 
 
 Nothing was done of all they faid, 
 
 For each commanded, none obey'd.— 
 
 Here Cupid with his play- mate came. 
 
 Soft Ganyvieds^ to fee the Dame. 
 
 For VcnuSy knowing not a chair 
 
 That night in Heav'n wou'd be to fpare, 
 
 F Nor
 
 ( 42 ) 
 
 Nor coach for love or coin be had, 
 
 Very politely told the Lad 
 
 That he fhoiild be her *Squire, and ride 
 
 That night with Cupid lit her fide 
 
 In her own chariot, drawn by Doves, 
 
 And lackied by a thoufand Loves — 
 
 Ent'ring her room, the F'air they found 
 
 Rifing recover'd from the ground. 
 
 Arch Cupid, looking earneft at her, 
 
 Climb'd on her knee, and " what's the matter, 
 
 " Mama.'" fays he — ** My pretty Boy, 
 
 " My d<efs, ray pride, my only joy 
 
 " Is gone, is gone." — "Mama, what drefs?'' — 
 
 " Why, my new Persian Shcpherdefs! 
 
 " The beft Circassian prankt with pink 
 " Was it ?—" Ay, ay"— The Graces wink— 
 
 Can
 
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 ( 43 ) 
 
 Can fliook his head, and Vev.us figh'd— :^ 
 
 And roguifli C«/»;V laughing cry'd, 
 
 *' That habit, Ma'am, I gave away 
 
 *' To lively Sappho"^<' When ?— " To-day— 
 
 '' The truth-bearing Graces there 
 
 (The Graces nurs'd my blooming Fair) 
 
 But yefler ev'ning faid they knew 
 " She wou'd look lovelier in't than you. 
 Venus and Ctfpid 'gan to fcoldj 
 While Cany flew to Heav'n and told 
 The Gods the tale—" And fee," he faid. 
 Pointing to earth, " fee there's the Maid, 
 *' The fweet Circassian, my fworn Brother 
 *' Thinks fo much lovelier than his Mother." — 
 *' Is that the Maid ?" fays Jove — *' I find 
 
 '^ Our coufm Cupid isn't blind 
 
 « For
 
 ** For 4^0* the Rogue forgot his dtity^ 
 *' Yet he's a perfe<R; jndge of Beauty," 
 
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