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No more shall Freedom smile?
Since all must life resign,
'Tis folly to decline,
BORN 1731.-DIED 1795.
SAMUEL BISHOP was a clergyman, and for many years the head master of Merchant Tailors' school. He wrote several essays and poems for the Public Ledger; and published a volume of Latin pieces, entitled “ Feriæ Poeticæ.” A volume of his sermons, and two volumes of his poetry, were published after his death. '
“ A KNIFE,” dear girl, “ cuts love,” they say!
• The knife, that cuts our love in two,
That self-same blade from me must sever
Till that be done, (and I'd as soon
If in a kiss-delicious treat! -
TO THE S
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING-DAY, WHICH WAS
; : ALSO HER BIRTH-DAY, WITH A RÍNG.
“ Thee, Mary, with this ring I wed”-
With that first ring I married youth,
If she, by merit since disclos’d,
Here then to-day, (with faith as sure,
My soul enjoys, my song approves,
And why!—They shew me every hour, Honour's high thought, Affection's power, Discretion's deed, sound Judgment's sentence,And teach me all things—but repentance.
QUOD PETIS, HIC EST.
No plate had John and Joan to hoard,
Plain folk, in humble plight;
And that was fill'd each night;
Along whose inner bottom sketch'd,
In pride of chubby grace,
A baby angel's face.
John swallow'd first a moderate sup;
But Joan was not like John;
She swill’d, till all was gone.
John often urg'd her to drink fair ;
But she ne'er chang'd a jot; She lov'd to see the angel there,
And therefore drain'd the pot.
When John found all remonstrance vain,
Another card he play'd; .
He got a Devil portray’d.
Joan saw the horns, Joan saw the tail,
Yet Joan as stoutly quaff’d;
She clear'd it at a draught.
John star'd, with wonder petrified;
His hair stood on his pate;
" At this enormous rate?"
“ Oh! John,” she said, “ am I to blame?
“ I can't in conscience stop: ( For sure 'twould be a burning shamė,
“ To leave the Devil a drop!”
See! stretch'd on nature's couch of grass,
The foot-sore traveller lies!
For all his wants suffice.