T ON MR. C OF KIDDERMINSTER'S POETRY. HY verses, Friend! are Kidderminster * stuff, And I must own you've measur'd out enough. TO THE VIRTUOSI. HAIL, curious Wights! to whom so fair The form of mortal flies is! Who deem those grubs beyond compare, Whether o'er hill, morass, or mound, Yet in the fury of the chase Fierce as Camilla † o'er the plain Kidderminster, famous coarse woollen manufacture. † See Virgil. 2 10 15 "Tis you dispense the fav'rite meat To Nature's filmy people, Know what conserves they chuse to eat,,, And what liqueurs to tipple. And if her brood of insects dies," You sage assitance lend her; 201 A friend who, weigh'd with your's, must prize To slight Dame Nature's fairest form 40 And speak with some respect of beaus, 'Tis better learn to save one's clothes THE EXTENT OF COOKERY. Aliu que et idem. EXPLANATION. I' Another and the same. WHEN Tom to Cambridge first was sent, A plain brown bob he wore, Read much, and look'd as tho' he meant To be a fop no more. See him to Lincoln's-Inn repair, His resolution flag, He cherishes a length of hair, And tucks it in a bag. Nor Coke nor Salkeld he regards, Adieu, ye Bobs! ye Bags! give place; Good L-d! to see the various ways Volume I. 44 5 IC 16 THE PROGRESS OF ADVICE. A COMMON CASE. Suade, nam certum est. EXPLANATION. Advise it, for 'tis fix'd. SAYS Richard to Thomas (and seem'd half afraid) "I am thinking to marry thy mistress's maid; Now, because Mrs. Lucy to thee is well known, "I will do't if thou bidd'st me, or let it alone. "Nay, don't make a jest on't; 'tis no jest to me; 5 "For 'faith I'm in earnest ; so prithee be free. "I've no fault to find with the girl since I knew her, "But I'd have thy advice ere I tie myself to her." Said Thomas to Richard, "To speak my opinion, "There is not such a bitch inKing George's dominion; "And I firmly believe, if thou knew'st her as I do, "Thou wouldst chuse out a whipping-post first to be ty'd to. 12 "She's peevish, she's thievish, she's ugly, she's old, "And a liar, and a fool, and a slut, and a scold." Next day Richard hasten'd to church and was wed, And ere night had inform'd her what Thomas had said. 16 SLENDER'S GHOST. VIDE SHAKESPEARE. BENEATH a church-yard yew, Decay'd and worn with age, At dusk of eve methought I spy'd Poor Slender's Ghost, that, whimp'ring, cry'd, "O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!" Ye gentle Bards! give ear, Who talk of am'rous rage, Who spoil the lily, rob the rose, Come, learn of me to weep your wocs: "O sweet! O sweet Anne Page!" IQ Why should such labour'd strains I never dream'd of flame or dart, That fir'd my breast, or pierc'd my heart, And you! whose love-sick minds 15 20 |