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The proud FLY. AFABLE. WAS in the peaceful month of May, (No matter, critic, for the day) When Phoebus had his noon attain'd, And in his blaze of glory reign'd, A fly, as gay as e'er was feen, Clad o'er in azure, jet, and green, Gay, for his part, as birth-day beau, Whofe foul is vanifh'd into fhow, On Paul's fam'd temple chanc'd to light, To eafe his long laborious flight. There, as his optics gaz'd around, An inch or two their utmoft bound, He thus began: Men vainly tell How they in works of fkill excell This edifice they proudly fhow, To prove what human art can do. "Tis all a cheat-Before my eyes What infinite diforders rife? Here hideous cavities appear, And broken precipices there: They never us'd the plane or line, But jumbled heaps without defign. He ceas'd contemptuous; and, as flies Difcern with microscopic eyes, From what he faw he reafon'd right: But how inadequate his fight

To mark the building from its bafe,
The pillar-pomp, the fculptur'd grace,
The dome, the crofs, the golden ball,
Much lefs the grand refult of all!
So impious wits, with proud difdain,
May heaven's myfterious ways arraign
View but a part, and then deny
The eternal wifdom of the fky.
But can thy ken, prefumptuous man,
Unfold thy Maker's boundless plan!
As well might infect organs fee

Th' harmonious ftructures rais'd by thee,
As thine imperfect tube explore
Thy God, and trace his fyftem o'er.

The Buck's Delight, an ACROSTIC.
-Rais'd and carefs'd the tuneful Phillips

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fung,

O-f cyder fam'd, whence firft his laurel fprung. R-ife then, my mufe, and to the world pro

claim

The mighty charms of PORTER's potent

name:

E-ach Buck, from thee, fhall sweetest pleasure tafte,

R-evel fecure, nor think to part in hafte.

T. T.

On

On taking a Batchelor's Degree.

In Allufion to Horace, Book III. Ode 30.

Exegi monumentum are perennius, &c.
IS done:-I tow'r to that degree,
And catch fuch heav'nly fire,
That Horace ne'er could rant like me,
Nor is (a) King's-chapel higher.
My name in fure recording page
(b) Shall time itself o'erpow'r,
If no rude mice with envious rage
The buttery books devour.
A title too, with added grace,
My name shall now attend,

(c) Till to the church with filent pace
A nymph and priest afcend.
E'n in the fchools I now rejoice,
Where late I fhook with fear,
Nor heed the (d) Moderator's voice
Loud thund'ring in my ear
Then with (e) Elian flute I blow
A foft Italian lay,

Or where (f) Cam's fcanty waters flow,
Releas'd from lectures, ftray.
Meanwhile, friend † Banks, my merits claim
Their juft reward from you,
For Horace bids us (g) challenge fame,
When once that fame's our due.
Invest me with a graduate's gown,'
Midft fhouts of all beholders,

(b) My head with ample fquare-cap crown, And deck with hood my fhoulders. Cambridge.

B. A.

* Batchelor. † A celebrated Taylor.

CA

comam.

The EXCUSE.

Alling to mind my eyes went long about, To caufe my heart for to forfake my breaft; All in a rage, I fought to pull them out;

As who had been fuch traitors to my reft: What could they fay to win again my grace? Forfooth, that they had feen my miftrefs' face. Another time my heart I call'd to mind, Thinking that he this, woe on me had brought;

Because that he to love his force refign'd; When of fuch wars my fancy never thought:

O is a denial that many have got;
To that add a T, makes the fyllable Not;
And Tin is an ore that is frequently found,
Whilft the ploughman fays G, as he turns up
the ground.

A Ham is a favoury piece we must own,
Then Nottingham fure is the name of your

town.

The New OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE; Spoken at the Opening of Drury-Lane Theatre, By Mr. GARRICK.

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S heroes, ftates, and kingdoms, rise and `fall ; So(with the mighty to compare the small-) Thro' int'reft, whim, or if you please, thro

fate,

We feel commotions in our mimic ftate:
The fock and bufkin fly from ftage to ftage;
A year's alliance is with us-an, age!
And where's the wonder? all furprize muft
ceafe,

When we reflect, how int'reft, or caprice,
Make real Kings break articles of peace.
Strengthen'd with new allies, our foes pre-
pare ;

Cry havock! and let flip the dogs of avar.
To fhake our fouls, the papers of the day
Drew forth the adverfe power in dread ar-

ray;

Yet