As puffing quacks some caitiff wre… To swear the pill, or drop, has wr… Thus on the stage, our play-wright… For Epilogues and Prologues on so… Who knows each art of coaxing up t…

ADDRESSED TO THE GE… A POEM, BY THE AUTHOR Worried with debts and past all ho… His pen he prostitutes t’ avoid a… ROSCOM.

CHASTE are their instincts, fai… No foreign beauty tempts to false… The snow-white vesture, and the gl… The simple plumage, or the glossy… Prompt not their loves:—the patrio…

('Imitated from the Spanish’.) SURE ’twas by Providence design’… Rather in pity, than in hate, That he should be, like Cupid, bl… To save him from Narcissus’ fate.

INTENDED TO HAVE BEEN… TO CONQUER’ THERE is a place, so Ariosto si… A treasury for lost and missing th… Lost human wits have places assign…

‘Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. ’For here, forlorn and lost I tre…

SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering shall I make… Expressive of my duty? My heart, a victim to thine eyes,

WHEN lovely woman stoops to foll… And finds too late that men betray… What charm can soothe her melancho… What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover,

YE Muses, pour the pitying tear For Pollio snatch’d away; O! had he liv’d another year!- ‘He had not died to-day’. O! were he born to bless mankind,

MAN SPEAKER. FAST by that shore where Thames’… Reflects new glories on his breast… Where, splendid as the youthful po… He forms a scene beyond Elysium b…

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining… Lost to every gay delight; MYRA, too sincere for feigning, Fears th’ approaching bridal night… Yet, why impair thy bright perfect…

‘Enter’ MRS. BULKLEY, ‘who curtsies very low as beginnin… Then enter’ MISS CATLEY, ‘who stands full before her, and c… MRS. BULKELEY.

Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom passed her door,

Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man

IN these bold times, when Learnin… The distant climate and the savage… When wise Astronomers to India st… And quit for Venus, many a bright… While Botanists, all cold to smil…