In fatires, epiftles, and odes would they cope, A RIDDLE. BY THE SAME. KITTY, a fair, but frozen maid, At length, propitious to my pray'r, At once he fought the mid-way air, To Kitty, Fanny now fucceeds, She kindles flow, but lafting fires: With care my appetite she feeds; The number of the French academy employed in fettling their language. H 6 Say, Say, by what title †, or what name, Cupid and he are not the fame, Tho' both can raise, or quench a flame- SIR WILLIAM YOUNG TO HIS LADY, ON HAVING AN EYE BEAT OUT. How vain are all the joys of man, By nature born to certain forrow; Since none, not e'en the wifest can Infure the pleafures of to-morrow! Thefe eyes, fo late my envy'd boast, See one, alas! for ever loft, Its fellow weeping for its brother. Yet ftill I'm bleft while one remains, Her looks ftill eafe acuteft pains, With tendereft love and cheerful duty. Had I for her in battle ftrove, The fatal blow I'd borne with pleasure; E'en then the beauties of her mind Who can't my Celia's charms discover. E'en then I'd find one folid blifs, Which Heav'n alone to me difpenfes ; Tho' deaf and blind, her balmy kiss MR. GARRICK, INVITED AND STRONGLY PRESSED TO PASS A WEEK 66 EN FAMILLE" AT WARWICK CASTLE, ARRIVES, IS SHEWN THE CURIOSITIES LIKE A COMMON TRAVELLER, TREATED WITH CHOCOLATE, AND DISMISSED DIRECTLY, UPON WHICH HE WROTE THE FOLLOWING VERSES. SOME ftrollers + invited by Warwick's kind earl, To his castle magnificent came ; Prepar❜d to respect both the owner and feat, And to fhew them due honour and fame. His chambers, his kitchen, his cellars, they prais'd, But, alas! they foon found to their cost, That if they expected to feast at his house, They reckon'd without their great host. One or two perfons were with Mr. Garrick. He He fhew'd them Guy's pot, but he gave them no foup, No meat would his lordship allow, Unless they had guaw'd the blade-bone of the boar, Or the rib of the famous dun cow. "But fince you're my friends (fays this complaifant peer) "I'll give you a new printed book, "Which may to your tastes some amusement afford, "'Tis the hift'ry of Greville and Brooke." Since your lordship's fo civil, well-bred, and polite, Pray pardon one curfe from a finner; For our breakfast we thank you, our very good lord, But a plague on your family dinner. AN INSCRIPTION FOR THE CASTLE GATEWAY. WHEN Neville, the ftout Earl of Warwick, liv'd here, Fat oxen for breakfast were flain; And his friends were all welcome to fport and good cheer, And invited again and again ;~ His nerves are fo weak, and his fpirits fo low, And all of the former great doings we know, 1768. D. G. NATURE NATURE AND GARRICK, As Nature and Garrick were talking one day, But Shakespeare paints stronger and better than you, All critics of taste will admit. How! Shakespeare paint ftronger and better than me! Cries Nature, quite touch'd to the foul; Not a word in his volumes I ever could fee, But what from my records he stole. And thou, wicked thief-nay, the story I'll tell- My pencils you filch, and my colours you steal; And when on the stage in full luftre you shine, The toil fhall be your's, and the honour be mine; A BAL |