The whole are vanish'd—save th' immortal mind, EPIGRAM ON THE PT L- -T'S MARRIAGE, AND NATURAL CONSEQUENCES. ITS WHAT news, pray, in London ?—P—————— 's married his maid; And the lady, in gratitude, twins hath display'd! And his rib hath oblig'd him with two boys for one! MICHAEL MALMSEY, T ORIGINAL ODE, [From the Oracle.] What should hinder A new PETER PINDAR From lighting his candle at a cinder? HANKS to the goodnefs of the times, Does he publish Hudibraftic rhimes. Of Minifters of State, Thinking to hook them with a biting bait ; They think him not a courtly difh, And they can't relish him, unless in pye. Because then Peter's Mufe, an arrant jade, Shall Satire drop, Nor find a crop Of modern follies, and of modern vices, 'Tis pity that it were not fo! But, where'er you go, You'll find the crop as plentiful as wheat; Muttering malignant dreams, And crude inventions of her own, Nor can I think that every man's a knave; Of all the wife, the honeft, and the brave; "There are more fools than knaves." How could he tell? And on their ruin the fhould build her fame. 'Tis indeed a pity, That if a writer's e'er fo witty, His verfe will feldom captivate the town, Facetious Peter did excel. But then it must be candidly confeft, Inftead of vicious men, he fometimes fix'd upon the best! And with a broad grin to evade high treafon, Was the peculiar forte of Peter, In all his fkimble-fkamble metre. And And this he manag'd with fuch art, His race of fun, His Muse exhaufted, or control'd He is himself grown devilish idle ! Then let a new Democritus arise, Exalting Virtue to her native fkies; While Vice with Ridicule he keenly ftings, Nor fears, nor flatters, people, ministers, or kings! EPIGRAM. PHILO-PINDAR. WHAT! a new Peter Pindar?-Delightful, no doubt; Yet 't were manners to wait till the old were worn out. TOM TICKLE. THE PARSON AND HIS MAID: A TALE. AN overgrown Vicar, who often had made A little too free with his buxom housemaid, Another foon came, who with fly, fober look Demanded ten guineas a year for her work. "Ten guineas-for what?" fays the Vicar, half wild. "Please your Rev'rence," fays he, "I am never with EPIGRAMS. ON THE MARRIAGE OF MR. LAMB TO MISS TOOGOOD. 66 WOMAN too good! that I'll never believe: "A Was e'er fuch a thing from the days of old Eve?" "There is, I am fure; and I've made her my wife, To bless me with comfort the reft of my life." "Alas! my good friend, your fine scheme will For indeed he will never be too good again." BENEDICK. ANOTHER. EACH married man," Dick roundly faid, "His antlers needs muft carry : Woburn. P. SYMPATHY. TO JULIA.BY T LITTLE ESQ OUR -fine me fit nulla Venus. UR hearts, my love, were doom'd to be They live with one sensation: And, oh how often in thofe eyes, JULIA'S KISS, BY T. LITTLE, ESQ WHEN infant Blifs in rofes flept, He He fmiling faid, "With this, with this, Nay more, he stole to Venus' bed, In flumber now was acting o'er. And an❜rous to each other clung, ELEGIAC STANZAS. BY T. LITTLE, ESQ Sic juvat perire. WHEN wearied wretches fink to fleep, How fweet is death to those who weep, . Saw you the foft and graffy bed, Where flowrets deck the green earth's breast ? 'Tis there I wish to lay my head, 'Tis there I wish to fleep at reft! Oh! let not tears embalm my tomb, None but the dews by twilight given ! Oh! let not fighs difturb the gloom, None but the whispering winds of heaven! |