JUPITER AND MERCURY. A FABLE. WRITTEN SOME TIME SINCE BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ HERE, Hermes, fays Jove, who with nectar was mellow, Go fetch me fome clay-I will make an odd fel low : Right and wrong fhall be jumbled,-much gold, and fome drofs : Without cause be he pleas'd, without cause be he crofs; Be fure as I work, to throw in contradictions, A great love of truth; yet a mind turn'd to fic tions : Now mix these ingredients, which warm'd in the baking, Turn to Learning, and Gaming, Religion, and Raking, With the love of a wench, let his writings be chaste; Tip his tongue with strange matter, his pen with fine tafte; That the Rake and the Poet o'er all may prevail, Set fire to the head. and fet fire to the tail: VOL. II. H For For the joy of each fex on the world I'll beftow it: This Scholar, Rake, Chriftian, Dupe, Gamester, and Poet, Thro' a mixture fo odd, he fhall merit great fame, And among brother mortals-be GOLDSMITH his name! When on earth this ftrange meteor no more shall appear, You Hermes fhall fetch him,-to make us fport here! SAYS epicure Quin! should the D-1 in H—li, His hook bait with ven'son, I love it fo well, QUIN'S SOLILOQUY, ON SEEING DUKE HUMPHRY AT ST. ALBAN'S, BY THE SAME. A Plague on Egypt's arts, I fay! Rich wines and spices waste! Like sturgeon, or like brawn, fhall I Bound in a precious pickle, lie, Which I can never taste? Let me embalm this flesh of mine EPITAPH ON MR. QUIN, BY THE SAME. THAT tongue, which fet the table on a roar, Which spoke, before the tongue, what Shakespeare writ. Cold are those hands, which, living, were ftretch'd forth, At Friendship's call, to fuccour modest worth. Here lies James Quin! deign, reader, to be taught, (Whate'er thy ftrength of body, force of thought, In Nature's happiest mould however caft) To this complexion thou must come at last. EXTEMPORE, ON HEARING A CERTAIN IMPERTINENT ADDRESS IN THE NEWS-PAPERS. BY GARRICK, THOMSON, &c. THOU effence of dock, of valerian and sage, crimes, Is to take thy own phyfic and read thy own rhimes, ANSWER TO THE JUNTO. THEIR wish must be in form revers'd, To fuit the doctor's crimes; For, if he takes his phyfic firft, He'll never read his rhimes, 1 DR. HILL'S REPLY TO THE JUNTO'S EPIGRAM. YE defperate junto, ye great, or ye small, ANTI-JUNTO. EPIGRAM, BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ WRITTEN SOON AFTER DR. HILL'S FARCE CALLED THE ROUTE, WAS ACTED. FOR phyfic and farces, His equal there fcarce is; His phyfic a farce is. TO DR. HILL, UPON HIS PETITION OF THE LITTER I TO MR. GARRICK, BY THE SAME. IF 'tis true, as you fay, that I've injured a letter, |