Poetry. 53 XCIX. SUPERIORITY OF MACHINERY. A MECHANIC his labour will often discard If the rate of his pay he dislikes ; But a clock—and its case is uncommonly hard- C. POETRY. T. HOOD. Two objects always should the poet move, Since Jonas only springs alive from whales. CI. BYRON. EPITAPH FOR JOSEPH BLACKETT, POET AND SHOEMAKER. STRANGER! behold interr'd together, The souls of learning and of leather. You'll find his relics in a stall. His works were neat, and often found And if he did-'twere shame to "black it." CII. SONG. THRYSIS, unjustly you complain, And tax my tender heart By secret and mysterious springs, You may be handsome and have wit, Be secret and well bred; The person love must to us fit, He only can succeed. BYRON. Remedy Worse than Disease. 55 Some die, yet never are believed; Others we trust too soon, SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. (1639-1701.) CIII. REMEDY WORSE THAN DISEASE. I SENT for Ratcliffe; was so ill, But when the wit began to wheeze, I died last night of my physician. MATTHEW PRIOR. (1664-1721.) CIV. ON SEEING THE WORDS "DOMUS ULTIMA" INSCRIBED ON THE VAULT BELONGING TO THE DUKES OF DID he, who thus inscribed the wall, CLARKE. 56 The Universities. CV. MORAL BOOK-KEEPING. BOB, to my face, is oft too kind, He overrates both worth and talents; When we're apart, to strike the balance. CVI. THE UNIVERSITIES. No wonder that Oxford and Cambridge profound Since some carry thither a little each day, CVII. TO A FRIEND IN DISTRESS. FROM THE LATIN, I WISH thy lot, now bad, were worse, my friend; CVIII. COWPER. SIR SIMON, as snoring he lay in his bed, Was awaked by the cry, “Sir, your lady is dead!" He heard, and returning to slumber, quoth he, "When I wake in the morning, O how grieved I shall be!” A Jealous Wife. CIX. ON A JEALOUS WIFE. IN this little vault she lyes Any noise, they both will wake, And such spirits raise, 'twill then Trouble death to lay agen. HERRICK. CX. FOR grant the bad what happiness you wou'd, One they must want, which is to pass for good! POPE. CXI. "YET Chloe sure was form'd without a spot?" POPE. CXII. WHO builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name. POPE. 57 |