The worm of Grief had never prey'd
On the forsaken love-sick maid:

Nor had she mourn'd a hapless flame,
Nor dash'd on rocks her tender frame.

LOVE ELEGY.

IN IMITATION OF TIBULLUS.

WHERE now are all my flattering dreams of joy?
Monimia, give my soul her wonted rest;
Since first thy beauty fix'd my roving eye,
Heart-gnawing cares corrode my pensive breast.

Let happy lovers fly where pleasures call,
With festive songs beguile the fleeting hour;
Lead beauty through the mazes of the ball,
Or press her, wanton, in love's. roseate bower.

For me, no more I'll range the' empurpled mead,
Where shepherds pipe, and virgins dance around,
Nor wander through the woodbine's fragrant shade,
To hear the music of the grove resound.

I'll seek some lonely church, or dreary hall,

Where fancy paints the glimmering taper blue, Where damps hang mouldering on the ivied wall, And sheeted ghosts drink up the midnight dew:

There, leagued with hopeless anguish and despair,
Awhile in silence o'er my fate repine:
Then, with a long farewell to Love and Care,
To kindred dust my weary limbs consign.

Wilt thou, Monimia, shed a gracious tear
On the cold grave where all my sorrows rest?
Strew vernal flowers, applaud my love sincere,
And bid the turf lie
easy on my breast?

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ADVICE, AND REPROOF:

TWO SATIRES.

FIRST PUBLISHED IN 1746 AND 1747.

Sed podice levi

Cæduntur tumidæ medico ridente Mariscæ.

O Proceres! censore opus est an haruspice nobis ?

nam quis

Peccandi finem posuit sibi? quando recepit

Ejectum semel attrita de fronte ruborem?

JUVENAL.

IBID.

ADVICE.

A Satire.

POET-FRIEND.

POET.

ENOUGH, enough; all this we knew before;
'Tis infamous, I grant it, to be poor:
And who so much to sense and glory lost,
Will hug the curse that not one joy can boast!
From the pale hag, O! could I once break loose;
Divorced, all hell shall not retie the noose!
Not with more care shall H- avoid his wife,
Not Cope1 fly swifter, lashing for his life,
Than I to leave the meagre fiend behind.

FRIEND.

Exert your talents; Nature, ever kind,
Enough for happiness bestows on all;

'Tis sloth or pride that finds her gifts too small-
Why sleeps the Muse ?-is there no room for praise,
When such bright names in constellation blaze?

1 General Cope was famous for an expeditious retreat, though not quite so deliberate as that of the ten thousand Greeks from Persia; having unfortunately forgotten to bring his army along with him.

When sage Newcastle,' abstinently great,
Neglects his food to cater for the state;
And Grafton, towering Atlas of the throne,
So well rewards a genius like his own:
Granville and Bath3 illustrious, need I name,
For sober dignity and spotless fame;

Or Pitt, the unshaken Abdiel, yet unsung:
Thy candour, Cho'm'dly! and thy truth, Ō Younge!

POET.

The' advice is good; the question only, whether
These names and virtues ever dwelt together?
But what of that ? the more the bard shall claim,
Who can create as well as cherish fame.
But one thing more,—how loud must I repeat,
To rouse the' engaged attention of the great,
Amused, perhaps, with C- -'s" prolific bum,
Or wrapt amidst the transports of a drum;6
While the grim porter watches every door,
Stern foe to tradesmen, poets, and the poor.
The' Hesperian dragon not more fierce and fell,
Nor the gaunt, growling janitor of hell.

1 Alluding to the philosophical contempt which this great personage manifested for the sensual delights of the stomach.

2 This noble peer, remarkable for sublimity of parts, by virtue of his office of Lord Chamberlain, conferred the laureate on Colley Cibber, a delectable bard, whose character has already employed, together with his own, the greatest pens of the age.

3 Two noblemen, famous in their day, for nothing more than their fortitude in bearing the scorn and reproach of their country.

4 Abdiel, according to Milton, was the only seraph that preserved his integrity in the midst of corruption

Among the innumerable false, unmoved,
Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified-

5 This alludes to a phenomenon, not more strange than true. The person here meant having actually laid upwards of forty eggs, as several physicians and fellows of the Royal Society can attest: one of whom we hear, has undertaken the incubation, and will, no doubt, favour the world with an account of his success. Some virtuosi affirm, that such productions must be the effect of a certain intercourse of organs not fit to be named.

6 This was a riotous assembly of fashionable people, of both sexes, at a private house, consisting of some hundreds; not unaptly styled a drum, from the noise and emptiness of the entertainment. There were also drum-major, rout, tempest, and hurricane, differing only in degrees of multitude and uproar, as the significant name of each declares.