TO LADY FIREBRACE *,

AT BURY ASSIZES.

At length must Suffolk beauties shine in vain,
So long renown'd in B-n's deathless strain ?
Thy charms at least, fair Firebrace, might inspire
Some zealous bard to wake the sleeping lyre ;
For, such thy beauteous mind and lovely face,
Thou seem'st at once, bright nymph, a Muse and

Grace.

TO LYCE, AN ELDERLY LADY.

Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest,

By flatt’ring poets given,
Who shine, by lavish lovers drest,

In all the pomp of heaven;
Engross not all the beams on high,

Which gild a lover's lays,
But, as your sister of the sky,

Let Lyce share the praise.

Her silver locks display the moon,

Her brows a cloudy show, Strip'd rainbows round her eyes are seen,

And show'rs from either flow.

Her teeth the night with darkness dyes,

She's starr'd with pimples o'er ; Her tongue like nimble lightning plies,

And can with thunder roar.

But some Zelinda, while I sing,

Denies my Lyce shines;
And all the pens of Cupid's wing

Attack my gentle lines.
Yet, spite of fair Zelinda's

eye, And all her bards express, My Lyce makes as good a sky,

And I but flatter less.

ON THE DEATH OF

MR. ROBERT LEVET,

A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC.

CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine,'

As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, or slow decline,

Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying year,

See Levet to the grave descend, Officious, innocent, sincere,

Of ev'ry friendless name the friend.

Yet still he fills Affection's eye,

Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind; Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny

Thy praise to merit unrefin'd. When fainting nature call’d for aid,

And hov’ring death prepar’d the blow, His vig'rous remedy display'd

The pow'r of art without the show.
In misery's darkest cavern known,

His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan,

And lonely want retir'd to die.
No summons mock'd by chill delay,

No petty gain disdain’d by pride,
The modest wants of ev'ry day

The toil of ev'ry day supplied.
His virtues walk'd their narrow round,

Nor made a pause, nor left a void ;
And sure th' Eternal Master found

The single talent well employ’d. The busy day—the peaceful night,

Unfelt, uncounted, glided by ; 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, Death broke at once the vital chain,

And freed his soul the nearest way.

EPITAPH ON CLAUDE PHILLIPS,

AN ITINERANT MUSICIAN*.

PHILLIPS ! whose touch harmonious could remove
The pangs of guilty pow'r, and hapless love,
Rest here, distrest by poverty no more,
Find here that calm thou gav'st so oft before ;
Sleep undisturb’d within this peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with a note like thine.

EPITAPHIUM

IN

THOMAM HANMER, BARONETTUM.

Honorabilis admodum THOMAS HANMER,

Baronettus, Wilhelmi Hanmer armigeri, è Peregrinâ, Henrici

Hæres patruelis,
Antiquo gentis suæ et titulo, et patrimonio, successit.

Duas uxores sortitus est;
Alteram Isabellam, honore à patre derivato, de

Arlington comitissam,
Deindè celsissimi principis ducis de Grafton viduam

dotariam : Alteram Elizabetham, Thomæ Folks de Barton in

Com. Suff. armigeri

Filiam et hæredem. Inter humanitatis studia feliciter enutritus, Omnes liberalium artium disciplinas avidè arripuit, Quas morum suavitate haud leviter ornavit.

Postquam excessit ex ephebis, Continuo inter populares suos famâ eminens, Et comitatûs sui legatus ad Parliamentum missus, Ad ardua regni negotia per annos prope triginta

se accinxit; Cumq; apud illos amplissimorum virorum ordines,

Solent nihil temerè effutire,
Sed probe perpensa disertè expromere;

Orator gravis et pressus
Non minus integritatis quam eloquentiæ laude

commendatus, Æquè omnium utcunq; inter se alioqui dissidentium

Aures atque animos attraxit,
Annoque demum M.DCC.XIII. regnante Anna
Felicissimæ florentissimæque memoriæ reginâ,

Ad prolocutoris cathedram
Communi senatûs universi voce designatus est :

Quod munus,
Cum nullo tempore non difficile,

Tum illo certè, negotiis