So the young author, panting after fame,
And the long honours of a lasting name,
Intrusts his happiness to human kind,

More false, more cruel, than the seas or wind.
Toil on, dull crowd, in ecstasies he cries,
For wealth or title, perishable prize;
While I those transitory blessings scorn,
Secure of praise from ages yet unborn.

This thought once form'd, all counsel comes too late,
He flies to press, and hurries on his fate;
Swiftly he sees the imagin'd laurels spread,
And feels the unfading wreath surround his head.
Warn'd by another's fate, vain youth be wise,
Those dreams were Settle's once, and Ogilby's,
The pamphlet spreads, incessant hisses rise,
To some retreat the baffled writer flies;

Where no sour critics snarl, no sneers molest,
Safe from the tart lampoon, and stinging jest:
There begs of heaven a less distinguish'd lot,
Glad to be hid and proud to be forgot.

FRIENDSHIP: AN ODE.

PRINTED IN THE GENTLEMAN'S MAGAZINE, 17.
FRIENDSHIP, peculiar boon of heaven,
The noble mind's delight and pride,

To men and angels only given,
To all the lower world denied.

While love, unknown among the blest,
Parent of thousand wild desires,
The savage and the human breast
Torment alike with raging fires.

With bright, but oft destructive gleam,
Alike o'er all his lightnings fly,
Thy lambent glories only beam
Around the fav'rites of the sky.

Thy gentle flows of guiltless joys,
On fools and villains ne'er descend;
In vain for thee the tyrant sighs,
And hugs a flatterer for a friend.

Directress of the brave and just,

O guide us through life's darksome way:
And let the tortures of mistrust
On selfish bosoms only prey.

Nor shall thine ardours cease to glow,
When souls to peaceful climes remove :
What rais'd our virtue here below,
Shall aid our happiness above.

FINIS,

Epigram on George II. and Colley Cibber, Esq. ib.

Stella in Mourning,

To Stella,

Verses written at the Request of a Gentleman to

whom a Lady had given a Sprig of Myrtle,

94

ib.

To Lady Firebrace, at Bury Assizes,

To Lyce, an elderly Lady,

On the Death of Mr. Robert Levett,

Epitaph on Claude Phillips,

Epitaph on Sir Thomas Hanmer, Bart.

95

96

ib.

98

100

ib.

On the Death of Stephen Grey, F. R. S. the E-

lectrician,

To Miss Hickman, playing on the Spinnet,

102

103

Paraphrase of Proverbs, Chap. IV. Verse 6-11, 104

Horace, Lib. 4. Ode VII. translated,

On seing a Bust of Mrs. Montague,

Lines written in Ridicule of certain Poems, &c.

Parody of a Translation from the Medea of

Euripides,

Burlesque on the modern Versifications, &c.

Epitaph for Mr. Hogarth,

Translation of the two first Stanzas of the Song

"Rio verde,"

To Mrs. Thrale, on her completing her thirty-

fifth year,

Impromptu Translation,

Lines written under a Print representing Per-

sons skaiting,

105

106

108

109

110

ib.

111

ib.

112

ib.

Translation of a speech of Aquileio,

Impromptu,

113

114

Translation of Virgil, Pastoral I.

Translation of Horace, Book I. Ode XXII.

Translation of Horace, Book II. Ode IX.

ib.

115

116

To a young Lady, on her Birth-day,

124