WELL, having stoop’d to conquer… And gain’d a husband without aid f… Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wis… As I have conquer’d him, to conqu… And let me say, for all your resol…

AMIDST the clamour of exulting… Which triumph forces from the patr… Grief dares to mingle her soul-pie… And quells the raptures which from… O WOLFE! to thee a streaming fl…

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,

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

FOR you, bright fair, the nine ad… And tune my feeble voice to sing t… The heartfelt power of every charm… Who can withstand their all-comman… See how she moves along with every…

TRANSLATED ARMIES of box that sportively e… And mimic real battles in their ra… Pleased I recount; how, smit with… Two mighty Monarchs met in advers…

MADAM, I read your letter with all that a… require, but after all find so muc… my indignation, that I cannot help… I am not so ignorant, Madam, as n…

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

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,

O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: Thou, like the world, th’ oppress’…

('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.

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…

A POETICAL EPISTLE TO… THANKS, my Lord, for your venis… Never rang’d in a forest, or smok’… The haunch was a picture for paint… The fat was so white, and the lean…

‘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…