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With beer and milk arrears the frieze was scor'd, And five crack'd tea-cups dress'd the chimney

board; A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay, A cap by night stocking all the day!

THE CLOWN'S REPLY.

JOAN TROTT was desired by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why asses had ears? * An't please you, (quoth John) I'm not given to

letters, Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters; Howe'er, from this time, I shall ne'er see your

graces, As I hope to be sav’d! without thinking on Asses.?

Edinburgh, 1753.

AN ELEGY

ON

THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.

(From the Vicar af Wakefield).

Good people all, of every sort,

Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,

It cannot hold you long.

In Isling-town there was a man,

Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran

Whene'er he went to pray.

A kind and gentle heart he had,

To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad

When he put on his clothes.

And in that town a dog was found,

As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,

And curs of low degree.

This dog and man at first were friends ;

But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain his private ends,

Went mad, and bit the man.

Around from all the neighbouring streets

The wondering neighbours ran, And swore the dog had lost his vits,

To bite so good a man.

The wound it seem'd both sore and sad

To every christian eye; And while they swore the dog was mad,

They swore the man would die.

But soon a wonder came to light,

That show'd the rogues they ly'd ; The man recover'd of the bite,

The dog it was that died.

AN ELEGY

ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX,

MRS. MARY BLAIZE.

Good people all, with one accord,

Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word

From those who spoke her praise.

The needy seldom pass'd her door,

And always found her kind; She freely lént to all the poor

Who left a pledge behind.

She strove the neighbourhood to please,

With manners wondrous winning, And never follow'd wicked ways

Unless when she was sinning,

At church, in silks and sattins new,

With hoop of monstrous size; She never slumber'd in her pew

But when she shut her eyes.

Her love was sought, I do aver,

By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has followed her-
When she has walk'd before.

But now her wealth and finery fled,

Her hangers-on cut short-all; The doctors found, when she was dead,

Her last disorder mortal.

Let us lament, in sorrow sore,

For Kent street well may say,
That, had she liv'd a twelvemonth more,

She had not died to-day.

ON

A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH,

STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING.

Imitated from the Spanish.

Sune 'twas by Providence design'd,

Rather in pity, than in hate,
That he should be, like Cupid, blind,

To save him from Narcissus' fate.

THE GIFT,

то

IRIS, IN BOW-STREET, COVENT-GARDEX.

Sav, cruel Iris, pretty rake,

Dear mercenary beauty,
What annual offering shall I make

Expressive of my duty ?

My heart, a victim to thine eyes,

Should I at once deliver,
Say, would the angry fair one prize

The gift who slights the giver ?

A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy,

My rivals give—and let 'em ; If gems of gold, impart a joy,

I'll give them—when I get 'em.

l'll give—but not the full-blown rose,

Or rose-bud more in fashion ;
Such short-liv'd offerings but disclose

A transitory passion.

I'll give thee something yet unpaid,

Not less sincere than civil : I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid,

I'll give thee-to the devil.*

STANZAS ON WOMAN.

(FROM THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD.)

When lovely woman stoops to folly,

And finds too late that men betray; What charm can sooth her melancholy,

What art can wash her guilt away?

The only art her guilt to cover,

To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover,

And wring his bosom—is, to die !

* These verses appear to be imitated from the French of Grecourt, a witty but grossly indecent writer. VOL. XXX.

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