EPITAPH ON THE

The nymph was be sure of a cold constitution, From grief to bliss, from Earth to Heav'n reTo be turn'd to a tree was a strange resolution ;

mov'd, But in this she resembled a true mudern spouse, His mem'ry honour'd, as his life belor'd: For she fled from his arms to distinguish his That heart o'er which no evil e'er had pow'r; brogs.

That disposition sickness could not sour;
That sense so oft to riper years denied,
That patience heroes might have own'd with

His painful race updauntedly he ran, (pride. THE MISER AND THE MOUSE. And in the eleventh winter died a man.

EPIGRAM III.

(FROM THE GREEK.)
To a Mouse says a Miser, “My dear Mr.

REV. MR. REYNOLDS.
Mouse,

[house?” Pray what may you please for to want in my AT ST. PETER'S IN THE ISLE OP THANET. Says the Mouse,

« Mr. Miser, pray keep yourself quiet,

[diet :

Was rhetoric on the lips of sorrow burg, You are safe in your person, your purse, and your Or cou'd affliction lend the heart a tongue, A lodging I want, which er’n you may afford,

Then should my soul, in noble anguish free, But none wou'd come here to beg, borrow, or Do glorious justice to herself and thee. board."

But ah! when loaded with a weight of woe,
Ev'n nature, blessed nature is our foe.

When we should praise, we sympathetic groan,
EPIGRAM IV.

For sad mortality is all our own.

Yet but a word : as lowly as he lies, ON A WOMAN WHO WAS SINGING BALLADS FOR

He spurns all empires and asserts the skies.

Blush, power! he had no interest here below; FOR her husband deceas'd, Sally chants the sweet Blush, malice! that he dy'd without a foe; lay,

The universal friend, so form'd to engage, Why, faith, this is singular sorrow; [day, Was far too precious for this world and age. But (I doubt) since she sings for a dead man to

Years were deny'd, for (such his worth and truth) She'll cry for a live one to borrow.

Kind Heaven has call'd him to eternal youth.

MONEY TO BURY HER HUSBAND.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. T, B.

EARL OF DARLINGTON,

ONE OF THE PEOPLE CALLED QUAKERS.

ON HIS BEING APPOINTED PAYMASTER OF HIS

Written in his Garden, July, 1752.
MAJESTY'S FORCES.

Free from the proud, the pompous, and the The royal hand, my lord, shall raise

How simply neat, and elegantly plaid (vain, To nobler heights thy name ;

Thy rural villa lifts its modest head, Who praises thee shall meet with praise,

Where fair convenience reigns in fashion's stead ; Ennobled in thy fame,

Where sober plenty does its bliss impart,
SMART'S ODE.

And glads thine hospitable, honest heart.
What the prophetic Muse foretold is true.

Mirth without vice, and rapture without noise,

And all the decent, all the manly joys !
And royal justice gives 10 worth it's due;
The Roman spirit now breathes forth again,

Beneath a shadowy bow'r, the summer's pride, And Virtue's temple leads to Honour's fane;

Thy darling Tullia ' sitting by thy side; But not alone to thee this grant extends,

Where light and shade in varied scenes display Nor in thy rise great Brunswick's goodness ends :

A contrast sweet, like friendly yea and nay. Whoe'er has known thy hospitable dome,

My hand, the secretary of my mind,
Where each glad gnest still finds himself at home; Leaves thee these lines upon the poplar's rind.
Whoe'er has seen the numerous poor that wait
To bless thy bounty at the expanded gate ;
Whoe'er has seen thee general joy impart,
And smile away chagrin from every heart,

MISS RSG_N.
All these are happy-pleasure reigns confest,
And thy prosperity makes thousands blest.

DRAWN BY MR. VARELST, OF THREADNEEDLE

STREET.
Shall candid Prior?, in immortal lays,

Thy ancestor with generous ardour praise;
MASTER NEWBERY.

Who, with his pencil's animating pow'r,
AFTER A LINGERING ILLNESS.

In liveliest dies immortalized a flow'r,
HENCEFORTH be every tender tear supprest, " His daughter.
Or let us weep for joy, that he is blest;

2 See Verses on a Flower painted by Varelst.

ON SEEING THE PICTURE OF

ON THE DEATH OF

And shall no just, impartial bard be found, Then take the blessed blissful hont,
Thy more exalted merits to resound?

To try love's sweet infectious pow'r;
Who gir'st to beauty a perpetual bloom,

And let your sister souls conspire
And lively grace, which age shall not consume; In love's, as friendship's calmer fire.
Who mak'st the speaking eyes with meaning roll, So may thy transport equal mine,
And paint'st at once the body and the soul. Nay-every joy be doubly thine!

So may the youth, whom you prefer,
Be all I wish to be to her.

OF DUCKS ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE AU

AN INVITATION TO MRS. TYLER,
A CLERGYMAN'S LADÝ, TO DINE UPON A COUPLE DISERTISSIME Romuli Nepotum,

Quot sunt, quotque fuêre, Marce Tuln,
THOR'S WEDDING-DAY.

Et quot post aliis erunt in annis,

Gratias tibi maximas Catullus, Had I the pen of sir Jobn Suckling,

Agit pessimus omnium Poeta ;-
And could find out a rhyme for duckling, Tanto pessimus omnium Poeta,
Why, dearest madam, in that case,

Quanto tu optimus omnium patronus.
Fould invite you to a brace.
Haste, gentle shepherdess', away,
To morrow is the gaudy day,
That day, when to my longing arms,

IMITATED
Nancy resign'd her golden charms,
And set my am'rous inclination

AFTER DINING WITH MR. MURRAY. Upon the bus'ness of the nation.

O Industrious Moll“, with many a pluck,

THOU, of British orators the chief Unwings the plumage of each duck;

That were, or are in being, or belief; And as she sits a brooding o'er,

All eminence and goodness as thou art, You'd think she'd hatch a couple more.

Accept the gratitude of Poet Smart, Come, all ye Muses, come and sing,

The meanest of the tuneful train as far, Shall we then roast them on a string ?

As thou transcend'st the brightest at the bar. Or shall we make our dirty jilt run, To beg a mast of Mrs. Bilton 3 ? But to delight you more with these, We shall provide a dish of pease : On ducks alone we'll not regale you,

HARP.
We'll wine, we'll punch you, and we'll ale you.

On one End.
To morrow is the gaudy day,
Haste, gentle shepherdess, away.

Partem aliquam, o venti, divům referatis ad

INSCRIPTIONS ON AN EOLIAN

ARTE

aures.

TO MISS S -PE.
Faja partner of my Nancy's heart,
Who feel'st, like me, love's poignant dart ;
Who at a frowni can'st pant for pain,
And at a smile revive again ;
Who doat'st to that severe degree,
You're jealous, e'en of constancy;
Born hopes and fears and doubts to prove,
And each vicissitude of love!
To this my humble sait attend,
And be my advocate and friend,
So may just Heav'n your goodness bless;
Successful ev'n in my success !
Oft at the silent hour of night,
When bold intrusion wings her flight,
My fair, from care and busʼness free,
Unbosoms all her soul to thee,
Each hope with which her bosom heaves,
Each tender wish her heart receives
To thee are intimately known,
and all her thoughts become thy own :

* As every good parson is the shepherd of bis Hock, his wife is a shepherdess of course,

* The maid.
3 The landlady of the public house.

On one side.
Salve, quæ fingis proprio modulamine carmen,

Salve, Memnopiam vox imitata lyram !
Dulce O divinùmque sonas sine pollicis ictu,

Dives naturæ simplicis, artis inops !
Talia, quæ incultæ dant mellea labra puellæ,
Talia sunt faciles quæ modulantur aves.

On the other Side.
Hail, heav'nly harp, where Memnon's skill is

shown,
That charm'st the ear with music all thine own!
Which, though untouch'd, can'st rapt'rous strains
O rich of genuine nature, free from art ! [impart.
Such the wild warblings of the sylran throng,
So simply sweet the untaught virgin's song,

On the other End.
Christophorus Smart Henrico Bell Armigero.

AN EPIGRAM BY SIR THOMAS

MORE.

De Tyndaro.
Non minimo insignem naso dum forte puellam

Basiat, en! voluit Tyndarus esse dicax,

Frustra, ait, ergo tuis mea profero labra labellis, | In her bewitching eyes
Nostra procul nasus destinet ora tuus.

Ten thousand loves appear ;
Protinus erubuit, tacitaque excanduit irâ, There Cupid basking lies,
Nempe parum salso tacta puella saie.

His shafts are hcardeii there,
Nasus ab ore meus tua si tenet oscula, dixit, Her blooming cheeks are dy'd
Quà nasus non est, hâc dare parte potes.

With colour all her own,
Excelling far the pride

Of roses newly blown.
THE LONG NOSED FAIR.

Her well turn'd limbs confess
ONCE on a time I fair Dorinda kiss'd,

The lucky hand of Jove; Whose pose was too distinguish'd to be miss'd ; Her features all express "My dear,” says I," I fain would kiss you closer, The beauteous queen of love. But tho' your lips say aye--your nose says, no, What flames my verves invade sir.

When I behold the breast
The maid was equally to fun inclin'd,

Of that too charming maid
And plac'd her lovely lily-hand behind ; [kiss, Rise suing to be prest!
* Here, swain,” she cry'd,“ may'st thou securely Venus round Fanny's waist
Where there's no nose to interrupt thy bliss.

Has her own cestuis bound,
There guardian Cupids grace,

And dance the circle round,
FANNY, BLOOMING FAIR.

How happy may he be,

Who shall her zone unloose !
TRANSLATED INTO LATIN, IN THE MANNER OF MR.

That bliss to all but me,
BOURNE.

May Heav'n and she refuse.
Cum primùm ante oculos, viridi lasciva javentâ,

Non temere attonitos Fannia pulchra stetit,
Ut mihi se gratus calor insinuarit in ossa
Miranti speciem, virgineumque decus! [non ?

HORACE. ODE IV.
Dum partes meditor varias, & amabile-quid
Lustrandique acies magna libido capit ;

Ad Xanthiam Phoceum
Prodigus & laudum dum formam ad sidera tollo, Ne sit ancillæ tibi amor pudori,
Subdolus en! furtim labitur intus amor.

Xanthia Phoceu ; prius insulentem Idalii pueri, Venerisque exercitus omnis

Serva Briseis niveo colore Exornat multo lumina fæeta dolo;'

Movet Achillem: Hic currus, hic tela jacent, hic arcus Amoris,

Cypri posthabitis hic manet ipse jugis. Movit Ajacem Telamone natum Nativis gena pulchra rosis vestita superbit, Forma captivæ dominum Tecmessæ : Invalidam artificis spernere nata manum;

Arsit Atrides medio in triumpho Non tantas jactat veneres suavissimus horti

Virgine rapta: Incola, quando novis spirat amoma comis.

Barbaræ postquam cecidêre turmæ Concinnis membris patet immortalis origo, Thessalo victore, & ademptus Hector Illa Jovis monstrant quid potuêre manus ;

Tradidit fessis leviora tolli Reginamque Cnidi, formosam Cyprida, reddit,

Pergama Graiis. Quicunque egregio ludit in ore decor !

Nescias an te generum beati Quanta mihi nervos, heu, quanta est flamma me

Phyllidis flavæ decorent parentes. Pectoris ut videu luxuriantis ebur- (dullas,

Regium certè genus & penates Pectoris eximia nymphæ-jam dulcè tumentis

Mæret iniquos. Jam subsideutis--sed cupit ante premi.

Crede non illam tibi de scelestâ Circumdat mediam cestus (mihi credite) nymp- Piebe dilectam ; neque sic fidelem,

Insignis cestus, quem dedit ipsa Venus : [ham Sic lucro aversam potuisse nasci
Dulce satellitium circa illam ludit amorum,

Matre pudendâ.
Atque hilares ducit turba jocosa choros.
Felix ante homines istius ciugula zonæ

Brachia, & vultum, teretesque suras.
Qui solvas, felix, quisquis es, ante Deos !

Integer laudo. Fuge suspicari, Omnes, tanta omnes, nisi me, contingere posse

Cujus octavuin trepidayit ætas Gaudia, vosque Dii, tuque pueila ueges.

Claudere lustrum.

THE PRETTY CHAMBERMAID.

When Fanny, blooming fair,

First caught my ravisi'd sight, Pleas'd with her shape and air,

I felt a strange delight: Whilst eagerly i gazd,

Admirina ev'ry part, And ev'ry feature prais'd,

She sole inio my heart.

In Imitation of the abore ode of Horace.
Collix, oh ! cease thy friend to blame,
Who entertains a servile flame.
Chide not-believe me, 'tis no more
Than great Achilles did before,