EPIGRAM PRINTED IN THE NORTHAMPTON MERCURY. To purify their wine, some people bleed Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things, And thence perhaps this wondrous virtue springs, "Tis in the blood of innocence alone Good cause why planters never try their own. TO DR. AUSTIN, OF CECIL STREET, LONDON. AUSTIN! accept a grateful verse from me, Were in the power of verse like mine to give, I would not recompense his arts with less, Friend of my friend! *I love thee, though unknown, And boldly call thee, being his, my own. CATHARINA: THE SECOND PART: ON HER MARRIAGE TO GEORGE COURTENAY, ESQ. BELIEVE it or not, as you choose, I did but express a desire To see Catharina at home, At the side of my friend George's fire, Such prophecy some may despise, Maria would leave us, I knew, To the grief and regret of us all, But less to our grief, could we view Catharina the Queen of the Hall. * Lady Throckmorton. And therefore I wish'd as I did, And therefore this union of hands Since, therefore, I seem to incur EPITAPH ON FOP, A DOG BELONGING TO LADY THROCKMORTON. THOUGH Once a puppy, and though Fop by name, Ye squirrels, rabbits, leverets, rejoice, Your haunts no longer echo to his voice; This record of his fate exulting view, “Yes,”—the indignant shade of Fop replies— "And worn with vain pursuit, man also dies." August, 1792. SONNET TO GEORGE ROMNEY, ESQ. ON HIS PICTURE OF ME IN CRAYONS, Drawn at Eartham in the 61st year of my age, and in the months of August and September, 1792. ROMNEY, expert infallibly to trace On chart or canvass, not the form alone But this I mark-that symptoms none of woe Since, on maturer thought, the cause is clear; For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see When I was Hayley's guest, and sat to thee? October, 1792. MARY AND JOHN. IF John marries Mary, and Mary alone, 'Tis a very good match between Mary and John. Should John wed a score, oh, the claws and the scratches! It can't be a match:-'tis a bundle of matches. EPITAPH ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELEY. TEARS flow, and cease not, where the good man lies, Till all who knew him follow to the skies. Tears therefore fall where Chester's ashes sleep; Him wife, friends, brothers, children, servants weep And justly-few shall ever him transcend TO MY COUSIN, ANNE BODHAM, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A NETWORK PURSE, MADE BY Herself. My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, Than plaything for a nurse, I danced and fondled on my knee, I thank thee for my purse. Gold pays the worth of all things here; I, therefore, as a proof of love, |