Rich wines and fpices wafte! Like furgeon, or like brawn, fhall I Bound in a precious pickle, lie,

Which I can never tafte?

Let me embalm this flesh of mine
With turtle-fat, and Bourdeaux wine,
And fpoil th' Egyptian trade!
Than Humphry's duke more happy I-
Embalm'd alive, old Quin fhall die
A mummy ready made.

EXTEMPORE, ON HEARING A CERTAIN IMPERTINENT ADDRESS IN THE NEWS-PAPERS.

BY GARRICK, THOMSON, &c.

THOU effence of dock, of valerian and fage, 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 muft be in form revers'd,

To fuit the doctor's crimes; For, if he takes his phyfic first,

He'll never read his rhimes.

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

YE defperate junto, ye great, or ye fmall,

Who combat dukes, doctors, the devil and all!
Whether gentlemen, fcribblers, or poets in jail,
Your impertinent curses shall never prevail :
I'll take neither fage, dock, nor balsam of honey:
Do you take the phyfic, and I'll take the money.

EPIGRA

WRITTEN

M,

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 LETTER 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;

Most devoutly I wish that they both have their

due,

And that I may be never mistaken for U.

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GRACE.·

ĠRAC E.

BY THE SAME.

YE beaux efprits, fay, what is GRACE?
Dwells it in motion, shape, or face?
Or is it all the three combin'd,
Guided and foften'd by the mind?
Where it is not, all eyes may fee;
But where it is, -all hearts agree:
'Tis there, when eafy in its state
The mind is elegantly great;

t

Where looks give speech to ev'ry feature,
The fweetelt eloquence of nature;
A harmony of thought and motion,
To which at once we pay devotion.
-But where to find this nonpareil!
Where does this female wonder dwell,
Who can at will our hearts command?
Behold in public-CUMBERLAND!

TO MR. DERRICK,

UPON HIS RECALLING HIS ORDERS AGAINST DANCING MINUETS IN BACKS,

3.Y THE GAME.

LYCURGUS of Bath,

Be not given to wrath,

Thy rigours the fair fhould not feel:

Still fix them your debtors,

Make laws like your betters,

And as faft as you make them-repeal

S

N N EAST,

BY THE SAME.

MUST I, Clorinda, ever court?

Why all these pains your flame to smother? Or is it that I'm made your fport

To recommend you to another.

Whate'er the caufe, of this be fure,

Love's leenest shaft has touch'd my heart; Nor will the wound admit of cure,

Until we're either friends or-part.

UPON