TO MR. JOHN MOORE, AUTHOR OF THE CELEBRATED WORM-POWDER. ow much, egregious Moore, are we How Deceiv'd by fhews and forms! Whate'er we think, whate'er we fee, Man is a very Worm by birth, That Woman is a Worm, we find The Learn'd themselves we Book-worms name, The Nymph whofe tail is all on flame, 4 Is aptly term'd a Glow-worm. The Fops are painted Butterflies, That flutter for a day; First from a Worm they take their rise, And in a Worm decay. The Flatterer an Earwig grows; Thus Worms fuit all conditions; Mifers are Muck-worms, Silk-worms Beaus, And Death-watches Physicians. That Statesmen have the Worm, is seen, By all their winding play; Ah Moore! thy fkill were well employ'd, If thou couldst make the Courtier void O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane, Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain, Our Fate thou only canft adjourn SONG, BY A PERSON OF QUALITY. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1733. I. FLUTT'RING fpread thy purple Pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart; I a Slave in thy Dominions; Nature muft give Way to Art. II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, III. Thus the Cyprian Goddess weeping, IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious Numbers; 344 V. Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors, VI. Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow, VII. Melancholy smooth Maeander, With thy flow'ry Chaplets crown'd. VIII. Thus when Philomela, drooping, Softly feeks her filent Mate, Melody refigns to Fate. THE above is a pleafant burlesque on the gawdy, glittering, florid ftyle and manner of certain descriptive poets. I think the reader will pardon me for laying before him part of a piece of ridicule on the fame fubject, and of equal merit, which made its first appearance many years ago in the Oxford Student, and is thus entitled, “ Ode to Horror, in the Allegoric, Defcriptive, Alliterative, Epithetical, Fantastic, Hyperbolical, and Diabolical Style of our Modern OdeWriters and Monody-Mongers." "Ferreus ingruit Horror." VIRG. "O Goddess of the gloomy fcene, Of fhadowy shapes, thou black-brow'd Queen ; |