Her love was sought, I do aver But now, her wealth and finery fled, Let us lament in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more- ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING. SURE 'twas by Providence design'd, THE CLOWN'S REPLY. JOHN 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 gracesAs I hope to be saved!-without thinking on asses.' EPITAPH ON DR. PARNELL. THIS tomb, inscribed to gentle PARNELL's name, Needless to him the tribute we bestow, More lasting rapture from his works shall rise, EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON. HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed, He led such a damnable life in this world, STANZAS ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys, Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice, And quells the raptures which from pleasure start, O Wolfe!t to thee a streaming flood of wo Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow, Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear. Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigour fled, And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes: Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though dead! Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise. STANZAS ON WOMAN. WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he inlisted as a foot soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became Cribbler in the newspapers. He translated Voltaire's Henriade. + Goldsmith claimed relationship with this gallant soldier, whose character he greatly admired. The only art her guilt to cover, A SONNET. WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Fears th' approaching bridal night. SONG. From the Oratorio of the Captivity. THE wretch condemn'd with life to part, And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, SONG: From the Oratorio of the Captivity. O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, And turning all the past to pain. • This sonnet is imitated from a French madrigal of St. Pavier. Thou, like the world, the oppress'd oppressing, SONG. Intended to have been sung in the comedy of She Stoops to Conquer, but omitted, because Mrs. Bulkley, who acted the part of Miss Hard castle, could not sing. АH me! when shall I marry me? Lovers are plenty, but fail to relieve me He, fond youth, that could carry me, Offers to love, but means to deceive me. But I will rally, and combat the ruiner: Not a look, nor a smile, shall my passion discover. She that gives all to the false one pursuing her, Makes but a penitent, and loses a lover. PROLOGUE TO ZOBEIDE, A TRAGEDY; WRITTEN BY JOSEPH CRADOCK, ESQ., ACTED AT THE THEATRE ROYAL, COVENT GARDEN, 1772. SPOKEN BY MR. QUICK. In these bold times, when Learning's sons explore With Scythian stores, and trinkets deeply laden, To make an observation on the shore. Where are we driven? our reckoning sure is lost! [Upper Gallery. There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em [Pit. Here trees of stately size-and billing turtles in 'em. [Balconies. [Stage. Here ill-condition'd oranges abound- The inhabitants are cannibals, I fear: [Tasting them. I heard a hissing-there are serpents here! Oh, there the people are-best keep my distance: His Honour is no mercenary trader. This is his first adventure: lend him aid, And we may chance to drive a thriving trade. His goods, he hopes, are prime, and brought from far, Equally fit for gallantry and war. What! no reply to promises so ample? I'd best step back and order up a sample. EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE SISTERS.* WHAT! five long acts-and all to make us wiser! By Mrs. Charlotte Lennox, author of the Female Quixote, Shakspeare Illustrated, &c. It was performed one night only at Covent Garden, in 1769. This lady was praised by Dr. Johnson, as the cle verest female writer of her age. |