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The Flatterer an Earwig grows;
Thus Worms fuit all conditions ;
And Death-watches Physicians.
That Statesmen have the Worm, is seen,
By all their winding-play ;
That gnaws them night and day.
And greater gain would rise,
The Worm that never dies!
O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane,
Who feteft our entrails free? Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain,
Since Worms Thall eat ev'n thee,
Our Fate thou only can'ft adjourn
Some few short years, no more!
Who Maggots were before.
SONG, by a Person of Quality.
Written in the Year 1733.
Gentle Cupid, o'er my Heart; I a Slave in thy Dominions;
Nature must give Way to Art.
Nightly nodding o'er your Flocks,
Mourn'd Adonis, darling Youth;
Gor’d with unrelenting Tooth,
Fair Discretion, fring the Lyre;
Bright Apollo, lend thy Choir.
Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors, .
Arm'd in adamantine Chains, Lead me to the Crystal Mirrors, Wat’ring soft Elysian Plains.
VI, Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's Brows, Morpheus hov'ring o'er my Pillow, Hear me pay my dying Vows.
Swiftly purling in a Round,
Softly seeks her silent Mate, See the Bird of Juno stooping;
Melody resigns to Fate.
On a certain LADY at COURT.
Know the thing that's most uncommon;
(Envy be filent, and attend !) I know a reasonable Woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a Friend.
Not grave thro' Pride, or gay thro' Folly,
And sensible foft Melancholy.
Yes, she has one, I must aver;
The Woman's deaf, and does not hear.
On his Grotto at Twickenham,
Marbles, Spars, Gemms, Ores, and
HOU who shalt stop, where Thames' translu
VARIATIONS. After v. 6. In the MS.
You see that Illand's wealth, where, only free,
Earth to her entrails feels not Tyranny. i. e. Britain is the only place on the globe which feels not Tyranny even to its very entrails. Alluding to the condemnation of Criminals to the Mines, one of the inflictions of civil justice in most Countries. The thought was exceeding natural and proper in this place, where the Poet was describing a Grotto incrusted and adorned with all sorts of Minerals collected from the four quarters of the Globe.
NOTES. On his Grotto.] The improving and finihing this Grott was the favourite amusement of his declining Years; and the beauty of his poetic genius, in the disposition and ornaments of this romantic recess, appears to as much advantage as in his best contrived Poems. 6