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…

... But where to find that happiest sp… Who can direct, when all pretend t… The shudd’ring tenant of the frigi… Boldly proclaims that happiest spo…

THIS tomb, inscrib’d to gentle P… May speak our gratitude, but not h… What heart but feels his sweetly-m… That leads to truth through pleasu… Celestial themes confess’d his tun…

‘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…

DESCRIPTION OF AN AU… WHERE the Red Lion flaring o’er… Invites each passing stranger that… Where Calvert’s butt, and Parsons… Regale the drabs and bloods of Dr…

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

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

1 Of old, when Scarron… 2 Each guest brought his dish,… 3 If our landlord supplies us… 4 Let each guest bring himself… 5 Our Dean shall be venison,…

IN IMITATION OF DEAN SW… LOGICIANS have but ill defin’d As rational, the human kind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.

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…

Beside yon straggling fence that s… With blossom’d furze unprofitably… There, in his noisy mansion, skill… The village master taught his litt… A man severe he was, and stern to…

Let school-masters puzzle their br… With grammar, and nonsense, and le… Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives 'genus’ a better discerning. Let them brag of their heathenish…

Secluded from domestic strife, Jack Book-worm led a college life… A fellowship at twenty-five Made him the happiest man alive; He drank his glass and crack’d his…

HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from… Who long was a bookseller’s hack; He led such a damnable life in thi… I don’t think he’ll wish to come b…

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