SON G.

By the Same.

TELLA and Flavia every hour

STELL

Do various hearts furprize;

In Stella's foul lies all her power,
And Flavia's in her eyes.

More boundless Flavia's conquests are,

And Stella's more confin'd; All can difcern a face that's fair,

But few a lovely mind.

Stella, like Britain's monarchs, reigns

O'er cultivated lands;

Like eastern tyrants Flavia deigns

To rule o'er barren fands.

Then boast not, Flavia, thy fair face,

Thy beauty's only store;

Thy charms will every day decrease,

Each day gives Stella more.

VERSES

VERSES fpoken at WESTMINSTER School.

J. F. H What has your lordship not a word to fay?

OW like you, Sir, the fplendor of the day?

Can neither verse, nor profe your praises move?
He fure diflikes who cares not to approve.
You view with fcorn our antiquated ways,
Queen Befs's golden rules and golden days.
No powder'd liveries attend us here,
Hunger's our fauce, and mutton is our cheer.
Our worn-out customs may provoke your sport,
How long the graces, and the meals how short!
Nor can our mouldy college-life afford

A bed more fashionable than its board.
No state-alcove, no wainscot can you fee
Of cedar old, or new mahogany:
To us, poetic furniture is given,
Curtains of night and canopy of heaven:

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Our youths, whom well-bred gentlemen despise,
Sleep with the lamb, as with the lark they rise.
Nay, prayers each day (ftrange things to modern beaux)
Open our morning, and our evening close :
Nor yet content with what at home we do,

Our laws prefent us to the publick view;

We

We to the Abbey march in white array
Thrice every week, befide each holy day.
What boys of rank cou'd brook fuch hard commands?
Like meaneft chorifters to take their stands,

Or penitents, with tapers in their hands?
But thefe objections nobles may disown,
Who feldom stoop to wear the daggled gown:
The fchool itself unmannerly they call,
Like death a general leveller of all;

Which ne'er regards the privilege of a peer,

What race you spring from, or what arms you bear.
Boys on themselves, not ancestors, rely,
Distinguish'd by intrinfic quality :

A faucy commoner may take his place,
Who is a lord, and is to be his grace.

Not fo at home. there due diftinction's made,
-And full obeifance to degree is paid:

Far milder treatment does his honour meet,
From handmaid gentle, and from fister sweet:

With footmen romps (which finely must improve him)
And kifs his coufins that his aunts may love him.
There the whole kindred join to form an heir,
And uncles, grandfires, grandmothers are there :.
But oh! th' enchanting bleffings who can fhew,
Which from the kennel, and the ftable flow!
When honour quits the closet for the fields,
And all the ftudent to the sportsman yields.

Perhaps

Perhaps fome glorious hunting-match defign'd,
E'en now, tho' abfent, rises to your mind;
If not prevented by this luckless day,

How had you fcower'd o'er hills and dales away,
By foxes murder'd glory to obtain,

And boast three vixens in a fortnight slain!
Or had the generous ftag with winged speed
Across whole countries urg'd the straining steed,
Each Yorkshire Riding might have view'd the race;
Your horn perhaps had rung thro' Chevy-Chace.

More cou'd I fay

LORD C.

But hold, 'tis time you end,

Who for a renegade mistake a friend.

And cou'd you think one fon fo void of grace,
T' abjure his Alma Mater to her face?
How fhou'd not fhe with irony difpenfe,

Who lends us figures to adorn our sense?
Why, 'tis to gain her smiles our parts we prove,
To fhew our genius is to fhew our love:
And you the judges, fince yourfelves inspire,
Or our pacific or prolific fire,

Be candid, and abfolve the general aim,

We argue different, but we think the fame.

Parents, when fondefs, or the fashion sway,

Will breed their child themselves, the modern way :
No pedant schemes, that abject minds controul,
Shou'd thwart the native freedom of his foul:

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Him

Him their own eye o'erlooks, own modes refine,
And mafter's powder'd ev'ry day to dine.

As for his pretty head, mamma takes care

The comb's well fix'd, and nicely curl'd the hair,
And not one thing, I'll warrant you, breeds there.
E'en let the dirty boys, fo doom'd, be fools,
And walk thro' thick and thin to crowded schools,
Left fuch rude noise fhou'd hurt his tender brain,
In his own hall Sir Timothy they train.
Moll tells him ftories while she sweeps the room,
And he imbibes his morals from the groom.
At twelve years old the sprightly youth is able
To turn a pancake, or dry-rub a table.
Soon as the clerk has taught him all he can,
They send to London for fome abler man.
Down comes a Frenchman: Sire, me fwear and vow,
Me be furpriz'd you make no better bow:

But will make you un brave scholar, no fear,
Better den my own felf, in two, tree year.

The knight begins, and in a literal sense,

Turns French to English, and makes Latin French.
Three years my lady mother has the joy

To hear the Frenchman and to fee the boy;

To her it is a comfort (above all)

That Tim fhould learn fo fast, and grow fo tall.

Kitty, my lady's waiting maid, was fifter

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To Tom the groom, who knew the knight had kifs'd her;

Tom