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To Holdernefle, the muses three,
Give ear, my lord, while we complain,
[mites we recommended;
In vain you plead his ordination,
ON THE ACADEMY
FOR TEACHING GROWN PEOPLE TO DANCE,
3 A M E.
IRSEILLes no more shall boast his art,
Which form'd the youth of France ; For you instruct, great Duke and Hart,
Grown Gentlemen, to dance.
He only bends the pliant twig;
You ftrike a bolder stroke;
And bend the knotted oak,
ON JOHNSON'S DICTIONARY.
TALK of war with a Briton, he'll boldly ad
vance, That one English soldier will beat ten of France ; Would we alter the boast from the sword to
Our odds are still greater, still greater our men: In the deep mines of science tho’ Frenchmen 'may
toil, Can their strength be compar'd to Locke, News
ton, and Boyle ? Let them rally their heroes, fend forth all their
pow'rs, Their verse-men, and prose-men; then match
them with ours ! First Shakespeare and Milton, like gods in the
fight, Have put their whole drama and epic to fight;
In fatires, epistles, and odes would they cope, Their numbers retreat before Dryden and Pope; And Johnson well arm'd, like a hero of yore, Has beat forty + French, and will beat forty more.
Kitty, a fair, but frozen maid,
Kindled a flame I still deplore ;
So fatal to my suit before.
The little urchin came;
The bitter relicks of my fame.
She kindles flow, but lasting fires :
To satisfy my strange defires.
+ The number of the French academy employed io fercling their language,
Say, by what title &, or what name,
Muft I this youth address?
I'll kiss you, if you guess.
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 wiselt, can
Insure the pleasures of to-morrow! These eyes, fo late my envy'd boaft,
By Celia priz'd above all other, See one, alas ! for ever lost,
Its fellow weeping for its brother. Yet till I'm bleft while one remains,
For viewing lovely Celia's beaury, Her looks still ease acuteft pains,
With tendereft love and cheerful duty.
The fatal blow I'd borne with pleasure,
$ The chimney-sweeper.