V. A folid, fenfeless form ingrate, Shall your perfections fhow: Brifk NED your prowess fhall relate, EPIGRA M. LORD BUTE, his ambition and wisdom, to shew, Refign'd the green ribbon, and put on the blue. To two ftrings already, the Peer's been preferr'd,-- Odd numbers are lucky---pray give him a third. E P PIGRA M, ADDRESSED TO THE GENIUS OF SCOTLAND. WEEP Scotia weep, and thy hard fate deplore, SCOTCH SCOTCH LOYALTY, ALWAYS THE SAME, AN EPIGRAM. SCOTCHMEN are virtual rebels their own way, They fhun the Court, but in the camp betray; Of force and fraud, vile Sawney bears the feed, The down and prickles of his nation's weed. THE BIRTH DAY. ROUND's chair, in triple rows, I pray you friend, fays furly JoнN, A MONODY IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS. URG'D to come down, and prefs'd to stay, From From l'Ennui how defend me ? Oh! TOWNSHEND, could my hand like thine,, Command the comic pencil's line, Yon groups would well befriend me.. That gift denied, perhaps the mufe. And now the mourns o'er HANB'RY's duft,, To touch his broken lyre. Then strike the chord, for Sawbridge speaks, Yet here the babbler's craft is shown,. Who 'scapes by rifing ere 'tis known, TY, ftern fcowling, cannot bear What tho' away thy audience run, Medufa Medufa could not still 'em ; For when you're up, if guts complain, Ah CHARLES! Would fome bleft power divide, But now thy whole's fo ill combin'd, When BURKE his thunder hurl'd around, Like as the kind attendant fhower, So DUNNING, that disgusting form, Of dang'rous parts and learning. Wit, malice, cunning, knowledge, fenfe, From From fam'd Hibernian quarry; Peace to the reft; for faction now Goddess the potent charm I own, FROM ST. STEPHEN'S CHAPEL, NOV. 21: ANODE, ADDRESSED TO THE AUTHOR OF THE MONODY. OBARD! whene'er you rhime again, On t'other fide the floor. And yet to raise their laurels higher, Touch'd |