Lawyers, poets, priests, physicians, Villainy, bedaub'd all over; Women, black, red, fair, and grey,. Some that will not-some that will; EPITAPH ON A TALKATIVE LADY. How apt are men to lie! how dare they say, When life is lost, all learning fleets away? Since this glad grave holds Chloe, fair and young; Who, where she is, first learn'd to hold her tongue. ON SEEING AN OLD ABBEY WHITE WASHED. How awful once thy ancient face, How spoilt by vain renewing; Of old, thy gravity was grace,-Now spruceness thy undoing. Thou who wast once a reverend sage, Alike in fact and shew, Art now ridiculous in age, And look'st a batter'd beau. EXTEMPORE ON A KEY, APPENDED TO THE BOSOM OF A VERY How blest is thy lot, thou insensible Key, CREATION AND DESTRUCTION. How capricious were nature and art to poor Nel! She was painting her cheeks, at the time her nose fell. TO MISTRESS MUTABLE. HOWE'ER you may for beauty bear the bell, DRUNKEN GENEROSITY. How generous, John, at night, when drunk! how soon Cool'd on the morrow!-do, John, drink ere noon. BE MAGNANIMOUS! How great thy might let none by mischief know, The toad can poison, and the serpent sting. UPON A COMPANY OF BAD DANCERS TO How ill the motion with the music suits! TO MISS M. N. TWELVE YEARS OLD. How is that lovely little face Contriv'd to give us pain and joy! Where ev'ry op'ning infant grace, Tho' hardly form'd, can yet destroy. Thou, like the plank the sailor views, For, ah! with all our vows and skill, Ah! why did cruel heav'n contrive To touch and thou not quite thirteen. Those charms, perhaps, I might possess, And thou, fair maid, five summers more. KNOWLEDGE AND PRETENCE. How is the world deceiv'd by noise and show! Alas! how diff'rent, to pretend and know! Like a poor highway brook, Pretence runs loud, Bustling, but shallow; dirty, weak, and proud: While, like some nobler stream, True Knowledge glides Silently strong, and its deep bottom hides. NATURE'S KINDNESS. How kind has Nature unto Bluster been, KEEP TO YOUR SEX. "How long will I love, if you grant me this favour ?" Prithee, tie me not up to such rigid behaviour: I'll love thee as long and as well as I can; JEALOUSY. How much are they deceiv'd who vainly strive, Love's like a torch, which, if secur'd from blasts, PHYLLIS'S AGE. How old may Phyllis be, you ask, For she has really two ages. Stiff in brocade, and pinch'd in stays, A LOVER'S REFLECTION. How shall I shake off cold despair, WRITE SATIRE! How shall we please this age? if in a song As deep the dwarfish poetry they damn; ON THE DEATH OF THE LATE QUEEN. · How soon frail royalty is o'er! That fame-deluded monarchs trust; How near oblivion to renown! The end of glory to its bloom! Thus state and majesty are lost, And death recruits its empty urns: Thus the vain pomp, the mighty boast, To silence, and the shade, returns. ON. A WASP SETTLING ON DELIA'S ARM. How sweetly careless Delia seems, (Her innocence can fear no harm) While round th' envenom'd insect skims, Then settles on her snowy arm! Ye flutt'ring beaux, and spiteful bards, PROMETHEUS ILL PAINTED. How wretched does Prometheus' state appear, Draw him no more, lest, as he tortur'd stands, If once again his liver thus should grow. Pity him, Jove, and his bold theft allow; The flames he once stole from thee, grant him now. |