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JUPITER AND MERCURY.
F A B L E.
WRITTEN SOME TIME SINCE BY DAVID GARRICK,
HERE, Hermes, says Jove, who with nectar was
mellow, Go fetch me fome clay-I will make an odd fel
Right and wrong shall be jumbled, -much gold, and
some dross : Without cause be he pleas'd, without cause be he
'crofs ; Be sure as I work, to throw in contradi&tions, A great love of truth; yet a mind turn'd to fic.
tions Now mix these ingredients, which warm'd in ih,
baking, Turn to Learning, and Gaming, Religion, and
For the joy of each sex on the world I'll bestow it : This Scholar, Rake, Christian, Dupe, Gamester,
and Poet, Thro' a mixture so odd, he shall merit great fame, And among brother mortalsbe GOLDSMITH his
name! When on earth this strange meteor no more shall
appear, You Hermes shall fetch him,- to make us sport here!
Says epicure Quin ! should the D-1 in H-11,
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
And spoil th' Egyptian trade!
A mummy ready made.
EPITAPHON MR. QUI N.
THAT tongue, which set the table on a roar,
writ. Cold are those hands, which, living, were ftre:ch'd
forth, At Friendship’s call, to fuccour modest worth. Here lies James Quin! deign, reader, to be taught, (Whate'er thy strength 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 IMPER
TINENT ADDRESS IN THE NEWS PAPERS.
THOU essence of dock, of valerian and sage,
crimes, Is to take thy own phyfiç and read thy own rhimes,
ANSWER TO THE JUNTO.
THEIR with must be in form revers'd,
To suit the doctor's crimes ; For, if he takes his physic first,
He'll never read his shimes,
DR. HILL'S REPLY TO THE JUNTO'S EPIGRAM.
YE desperate junto, ye great, or ye small,
TO DR. HILL, UPON HIS PETITION OF THE LIT
TER I TO MR, GARRICK,
IF 'tis true, as you say, that I've injured a letter,