L A D BY Who wished not to hear the Toll of a Bell on the Evening of the late Princefs Dowager's Funeral. A By J. CRADDOCK, ESQ. ND why not hear the Sound of yonder Bell? It tolls a fober, awful, folemn Knell, A wifh'd-for Knell to Immortality. T Think not a Round of Folly's mad Career The Ways fhield thee from Reflection's Pow'r; The Young, the Fond, the Rich, the Gay, muft fear, Too long regardless of an awful Hour. Think not that beauteous Form that now you wear That Glow of Crimson--those inspiring Eyes Muft linger ever here they all declare They speak aloud their Kindred to the Skies. Do not the Hour, the Day, the Month, the Year Long Long toft in Storms, do Mariners repine See their Hopes kindle as the Objects rise! And fhall my Fair, with brightest Hopes in Store, Her Anchor Heaven! and her Pilot God? NOgilby's dull Strains lay Homer dead; tried in vain to make him lift his Head; He rofe to live in Pope's immortal Verfe, NCE more the Sun his yearly Tour I ufher'd in my natal Hour, A Prey to joylefs Solitude; As then to joylefs Solitude a Prey, Now Mufe begin a more harmonious Lay. For lo! She comes: the Queen of Love Leading with gentle Hand a Bride, Blind to Events, in vain we pry Thro' future Life's myfterious Scene; Oft from the dark and fullen Sky Breaks forth a Sunshine unforeseen, As now Bright Hymen's Lamp, with fudden Blaze, Difpell'd the Gloom that hover'd o'er my Days! Thanks that my once-thought cruel Fate And And, that Defire on Choice might wait, When Truth and Friendship, and Affections pure, Thanks to the Mufe, that o'er my Birth All the gay-feeming Drofs of Earth, The Wealth, the Pomp that others prize; 'Twas thus I pray'd, nor vain my Pray'r; Wife, faithful, amiable and good, Hence Era of my Days proceed, Unwedded Hours the fame dull Circle run, ΑΝ [220] AUTHOR TO BE LET. BEING A PROPOSAL humbly addreffed to the Confideration of the Knights, Efquires, Gentlemen, and other worshipful and weighty Members of the folid and ancient SOCIETY OF THE By their Affociate and Well-wisher, A vino anw ISCARIOT HACKNEY V 6 GENTLEMEN, AM glad to find you meddle with the dirty Work of your Brother Journalists. To be inoffenfive is a puritanical Spirit, and will never fucceed in a free-thinking Age. What is Gold itself fays the Philofopher), but Dirt? It is dug out of dirty Mines," and, as a Proof it retains its Nature, we come at it eafieft through dirty Means. Be affured, a Scaven ger of Wit is a more gainful Occupation than that of a delicate, moral Writer. By this I mean to let you fee my Ability, and to proffer my Service. You must know when my Mo sail boaool ad i 193112 Richard Savage was the Author of this Pamphlets, which was? published about the Year 1730. It is much commended by Dr. Samuel Jobnfon in his Life of that Gentleman. ther |