You should be proud, and feem difpleas'd,
Or you for ever will be teaz'd,

Your house with beggars haunted:
What, ev'ry fuitor kindly us'd?
If wrong, their folly is excus'd,

If right, their fuit is granted.

From preffing crowds of great and small
To free yourself, give hopes to all,
And fail nineteen in twenty:

What, wound my honour, break my word!
You're young again.—You may, my lord,
Have precedents in plenty!

Indeed, young statesman, 'twill not do,-
Some other ways and means pursue,
More fitted to your station :

What from your boyish freaks can spring?
Mere toys! the favour of your king,

And love of all the nation.

UPON A CERTAIN LORD'S GIVING SOME THOUSAND POUNDS FOR A HOUSE.

BY THE SAME.

So many thoufands for a house

For you, of all the world, lord Mouse!

A

A little house would best accord
With you, my very little lord;
And then exactly match'd would be
Your house and hospitality.

UPON SEEING MR. TAYLOR'S PICTURES, OF

BATH, AND HEARING A CONNOISSEUR SWEAR
THAT 66 THEY WERE FINELY PAINTED FOR
Se A GENTLEMAN."

BY THE SAME.

TELL me the meaning, you who can,
Of "finely for a gentleman!"

Is genius, rareft gift of heaven,
To the hir'd artist only given?
Or, like the Catholic salvation,
Pal'd in for any class or station?
Is it bound 'prentice to the trade,
Which works, and as it works, is paid?
Is there no skill to build, invent,
Unless infpir'd by five per cent?
And shalt thou, Taylor, paint in vain,
Unless impell'd by hopes of gain ?
Be wife, my friend, and take thy fee,
That Claud Loraine may yield to thee.

AN EPITAPH

ON THE MONUMENT OF THE LATE WORTHY AND REV. MR. BEIGHTON, OF EGHAM, WHO WAS VICAR OF THAT PLACE FORTYFIVE YEARS.

BY THE SAME..

NEAR half an age, with ev'ry good man's praife,

Among his flock the shepherd pass'd his days;
The friend, the comfort of the fick and poor,
Want never knock'd unheeded at his door;
Oft when his duty call'd, difeafe and pain,
Strove to confine him, but they strove in vain t
All moan his death, his virtues long they try'd,
They knew not how they lov'd him till he dy'd:
Peculiar bleffings did his life attend,

He had no foe, and Camden was his friend.

COL.

COLLOQUIAL EPIGRAM".

WILMOT.

YOU fhould call at his house, or should fend

VERSES TO MR. GARRICK,

ON RECEIVING HIS PORTRAIT, PAINTED BY

MR. DANCE.

C

GARRICK! whate'er resembles thee
Must ever claim regard from me ;
Well pleas'd I view thy counter part,
And highly praise the Painter's art.

Arduous the task is, great the merit,
To represent that fire and spirit,
Those piercing eyes, that fpeaking face,
That form, compos'd of ease and grace :-
All this I feel; could feelings do,
Then I should be a Painter too ;---
I should draw GARRICK, and perchance
Produce a work, t'outrival DANCE.

But GARRICK, fure thou needst not send
A gift of this fort to thy friend,
As if that friend requir'd to see
Something to make him think of thee.

Whoe'er has seen thy wond'rous pow'rs,
Whoe'er has shar'd thy social hours,
Can he, can such a one forget
Thy native humour, fterling wit?
No, GARRICKhe must surely find,
Deeply imprinted on his mind,

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