tented toil, and hospitable care, kind connubial tenderness are there; piety with wishes plac'd above, steady loyalty, and faithful love. thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, first to fly where sensual joys invade; t in these degenerate times of shame, catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; r charming nymph, neglected and decried, shame in crowds, my solitary pride. u source of all my bliss, and all my woe, t found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; u guide, by which the nobler arts excel, u nurse of every virtue, fare thee well; ewell, and O! where'er thy voice be tried, Torno's cliffs, or Pambamarca's side, ether where equinoctial fervours glow, winter wraps the polar world in snow, 1 let thy voice, prevailing over time, ress the rigours of th' inclement clime; slighted truth, with thy persuasive strain; ch erring man to spurn the rage of gain : ch him, that states of native strength possest, ough very poor, may still be very blest; at trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay, ocean sweeps the labour'd mole away; ile self-dependent power can time defy, rocks resist the billows and the sky. THE HAUNCH OF VENISON. ANKS, my lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter ver rang'd in a forest, or smok'd in a platter; e haunch was a picture for painters to study, he fat was so white, and the lean was so ruddy; ough my stomach was sharp, I could scarce help regretting, spoil such a delicate picture by eating; ad thoughts, in my chambers, to place it in view, be shown to my friends as a piece of virtù ; in some Irish houses, where things are so so, ne gammon of bacon hangs up for a show : t, for eating a rasher of what they take pride in, hey'd as soon think of eating the pan it is fried in. at hold―let me pause-don't I hear you pro དྲ nounce, his tale of the bacon's a damnable bounce; ell, suppose it a bounce-sure a poet may try, a bounce now and then, to get courage to fly. But, my lord, it's no bounce: I protest in my turn "s a truth—and your lordship may ask Mr. Burn.1 1 Lord Clare's Nephew. VARIATIONS. a The white was so white, and the red was so ruddy! |