VERSE S, WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN TO WHOM A LADY HAD GIVEN A SPRIG OF MYRTLE *. WHAT hopes, what terrors, does this gift create? The myrtle (enfign of fupreme command, *Thefe verfes were firft printed in a Magazine for 1768, but were written between forty and fifty years ago. Elegant as they are, they were composed in the short space of five minutes. At Johnson's Out Har To Lady FIREBRACE*, At BURY ASSIZES. AT length muft Suffolk beauties shine in vain, So long renown'd in B-n's deathless strain ? For, fuch thy beauteous mind and lovely face, Thou feem'ft at once, bright nymph, a Mufe and To LYCE, an elderly Lady. YE nymphs whom starry rays invest, Who fhine, by lavish lovers dreft,. Engrofs not all the beams on high, * This lady was Bridget, third daughter of Philip Bacon, Esq. of Ipfwich, and relict of Philip Evers, Efq. of that town. She became the fecond wife of Sir Cordell Firebrace, the last Baronet of that name (to whom he brought a fortune of 25,0001.), July 26, 1737. Being again left a widow in 1759, the was a third time married, April 7, 1762, to William Campbell, Efq. uncle to the prefent Duke of Argyle; and died July 3, 182. L 3 Her filver locks display the moon, Her brows a cloudy show, Strip'd rainbows round her eyes are feen, Her teeth the night with darkness dyes, But fome Zelinda, while I fing, And all the pens of Cupid's wing Yet, fpite of fair Zelinda's eye, ON THE DEATH OF Mr. ROBERT LEVET, CONDEMN'D to Hope's delufive mine, As on we toil from day to day, Well try'd through many a varying year, Officious, innocent, fincere, Of ev'ry friendlefs name the friend. Yet Yet ftill he fills Affection's eye, When fainting nature call'd for aid, The pow'r of art without the fhow. In mifery's darkest cavern known, No fummons mock'd by chill delay, No petty gain difdain'd by pride, The modeft wants of ev'ry day His virtues walk'd their narrow round, The bufy day-the peaceful night, His frame was firm-his powers were bright, Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, 1 EPITAPH on CLAUDE PHILLIPS, AN ITINERANT MUSICIAN *. PHILIPS! whofe touch harmonious could remove EPITAPHIUM† IN THOMAM HANMER, BARONETTUM. Honorabilis admodum THOMAS HANMER, Wilhelmi Hanmer armigeri, è Peregrinâ Henrici De Mildenhall in Com. Suffolcia Baronetti forore et hærede, Filius ; Johannis Hanmer de Hanmer Baronetti * These lines are among Mrs. Williams's Mifcellanies: they are nevertheless recognized as Johnson's in a memorandum of his hand-writing, and were probably written at her request. Phillips was a travelling fidler up and down Wales, and was greatly celebrated for his performance. † At Hanmer church, in Flintshire. Hæres |