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:

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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,
In fishing for men take delight,

His hook bait with ven'son, I love it fo well,
By G--d, I am fure I should bite!

QUIN'S SOLILOQUY,

ON SEEING DUKE HUMPHRY AT ST. ALBAN'S,

BY THE SAME.

A Plague on Egypt's arts, I fay!
Embalm the dead! on fenfelefs clay

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
With turtle-fat, and Bourdeaux wine,
And spoil th' Egyptian trade!
Than Humphry's duke more happy I—
Embalm'd alive, old Quin fhall die
A mummy ready made.

EPITAPH ON MR. QUIN,

BY THE SAME.

THAT tongue, which fet the table on a roar,
And charm'd the public ear, is heard no more!
Clos'd are thofe eyes, the harbingers of wit,

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,
At once the difgrace and the peft of this age,
The worst that we wish thee for all thy damn'd

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,

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DR. HILL'S REPLY TO THE JUNTO'S EPIGRAM.

YE defperate junto, ye great, or ye small,
Who combat dukes, doctors, the devil and all!
Whether gentlemen, fcribblers, or poets in jail,
Your impertinent curfes fhall never prevail :
J'll take neither fage, dock, nor balfam of honey:
Do you take the phyfic, and I'll take the money.

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 farces are phyfic,

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,
I'll change my note foon, and I hope for the better;
May the right ufe of letters, as well as of men,
Hereafter be fix'd by the tongue and the pen ;
Moft devoutly I wish that they both have their due,
And that I may be never mistaken for U.