who these three of your zeal would convince,
"And defire that in pain they may never be long, Congratulate them, and give thanks to the prince, By clearing your voices, and aiding my fong: For now when they're fat,
They may fing, laugh, and chat,
Yet all under one, without hindrance do that; And at the fame time their friendship improve By what we all count the beginning of love..
me my fair a wreathe has wove, Where rival flowers in union meet;
As oft the kiss'd the gift of love,
Her breath gaye sweetness to the sweet.
A bee within a damask rofe
Had crept, the nectar'd dew to fip;
But leffer fweets the thief foregoes,-
And fixes on Louifa's lip.
There, tafting all the bloom of fpring,
Wak'd by the ripening breath of May,
Th' ungrateful spoiler left his fting,
And with the honey flew away.
AN OLD PROPHECY IN GOTHIC CHARACTERS, FOUND UPON A STONE IN THE, RUBBISH OF THE NEW BUILDINGS (AT BATH) APRIL 1, 1769. WRITTEN ON OCCASION OF THE DISPUTES RELATING TO THE APPOINTMENT OF MAITER OF THE CEREMONIZO ON THE DEATH OF MR. DERRICK,
IN the fame year when fix and nine,
To one and feven their forces join;
When priefts, who preach and pray
With rancour fell the feuds increase;
And tho' they combat, play the devil,
That good may rife from rev'rend evil :
When Bristal fmugglers shall invade
MR. ANSTEY TO DAVID GARRICK, ESQ
ON MEETING HIM AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE.
THRO' ev'ry part, of grief or mirth,
To which the mimick Stage gives birth,
I ne'er as yet with truth could tell,
Where moft your various pow'rs excel.
Sometimes amidst the laughing fcene,
Blith comedy, with jocund mien,
By you in fiveller colours dreft,
With transport clasp'd you to her breast:
As oft the bufkin'd mufe appear'd,.
With awful brow her fceptre rear'd ;
Recounted all your laurels won,
And claim'd you for her darling Son.
Thus each contending goddefs ftrove,
And each the fairest garland wove.
But which fair nymph could justly boaft
Her beauties had engag'd you moft,
I doubted much; 'till, t'other day,
Kind Fortune threw me in your way;
Where, 'midst the friendly joys.that wait
+ Philander's hofpitable gate,
Freedom and genuine mirth I found,
Sporting the jovial board around.
* Author of the New Bath Guide, + Rigby
"Twas there with keen, tho' polifh'd, jeft,
You fat, a pleas'd and pleafing gueft;
With focial ease a part fuftain'd,
More humorous far than e'er you feign'd.
"Take him, I cry'd, bright comic maid,
"In all your native charms array'd;
"No longer shall my doubts appear:"
When Clio whisper'd in my ear,
"Go, bid it be no more difputed,
“For what his talents beft are fuited;
"In mimic characters alone
« Let others shine—but Garrick in his own."
MR. GARRICK'S ANSWER.
As late at Comus' court I fat,
(Obferve me well, I mean not that
Where ribaldry in triumph fits,
Delighting lords, and 'fquires, and cits;
But there, where mirth and taste combine,
And Rigby gives more wit than wine)
Sufpended for a while the joke,
With rapture of your mufe we fpoke;
But all blam'd me, cry'd out, oh! fyel.
What send to verse a profe reply?
My friend the + Colonel made th' attack,
And wicked Calvert clapp'd his back.
Nay, Pottinger, tho' low in feather,
And fomewhat ruffled by the weather,
Would peck and crow; and Madam Hale
Flew at my manners tooth and nail,
What! fend to Anftey fuch dull ftuff?
'Twas modefty, dear Hale; don't huff.
Cou'd I but rhyme as much as you,
And think that much as charming too,
I'd write, and write again; I care not;
But, as I feel, indeed I dare not.
Then Cox let loofe his filver tongue;
Od-n it, David, you are wrong.
While independent Plummer cry'd,
He'd not vote plump on either fide.
E'en Boon, who ne'er inclines to fatire,
With modeft fenfe and much good-nature,
Cou'd not but fay there was fome blame,
And fweet t Eliza blush'd the fame.
My wife look'd grave, but made it known
The right to vex me was her own.
Our landlord fhook his fides and shoulders,
Both at the fcolded and the fcolders:
For that to him is always beft,
Which raifes and fupports the jest.
No baited bear was e'er fo worry'd ;
I took my hat, and home I hurry'd,
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