VERSE S, WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN TO WHOM A LADY HAD GIVEN A SPRIG OF MYRTLE *. WHAT hopes, what terrors, does this gift create ? The myrtle (enfign of fupreme command, * Thefe verfes were firft printed in a Magazine for 1768, but were written between forty and fifty years ago. Elegant as they are, they were compofed in the short space of five minutes. To Lady FIREBRACE*, At BURY ASSIZES. Ат To LYCE, an elderly Lady. By flatt'ring poets given, Engrofs not all the beams on high, Which gild a lover's lays, But, as your fifter of the fky, Let Lyce fhare the praife. She This lady was Bridget, third daughter of Philip Bacon, Efq. of Ipswich, and relict of Philip Evers, Efq. of that town. became the fecond wife of Sir Cordell Firebrace, the laft Baronet of that name (to whom the brought a fortune of 25,000l.), July 26, 1737. Being again left a widow in 1759. the was a third time married, April 7, 1762, to William Campbell, Efq. uncle to the prefent Duke of Argyle; and died July 3, 182. Her filver locks display the moon, Her brows a cloudy show, Strip'd rainbows round her eyes are seen, Her teeth the night with darkness dyes, Her tongue like nimble lightning plies, And can with thunder roar. But fome Zelinda, while I fing, Yet, fpite of fair Zelinda's eye, ON THE DEATH OF Mr. ROBERT LEVET, CONDEMN'D to Hope's delufive mine, As on we toil from day to day, Well try'd through many a varying year, Officious, innocent, fincere, Of ev'ry friendlefs name the friend. Yet Obfcurely wife, and coarfely kind; Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny Thy praise to merit unrefin'd. When fainting nature call'd for aid, The pow'r of art without the fhow. In mifery's darkest cavern known, No fummons mock'd by chill delay, The toil of ev'ry day supply'd. His virtues walk'd their narrow round, The bufy day-the peaceful night, His frame was firm-his powers were bright, Then with no fiery throbbing pain, No cold gradations of decay, EPITAPH on CLAUDE PHILLIPS, AN ITINERANT MUSICIAN*. PHILIPS! whofe touch harmonious could remove EPITAPHIUM+ IN THOMAM HANMER, BARONETTUM. Honorabilis admodum THOMAS HANMER, Wilhelmi Hanmer armigeri, è Peregrinâ Henrici De Mildenhall in Com. Suffolciæ Baronetti forore et hærede, Filius; Johannis Hanmer de Hanmer Baronetti * These lines are among Mrs. Williams's Mifcellanies: they are nevertheless recognized as Johnson's in a memorandum of his hand-writing, and were probably written at her requeft. Phillips was a travelling fidler up and down Wales, and was greatly celebrated for his performance. + At Hanmer church, in Flintshire. Hæres |