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The Learn'd theinselves we Bonk-worms naine,
The Blockhead is a Slow-worm; The Nymph whose tail is all on flame,
Is aptly term'd a Glow-worm :
That flutter for a day ;
And in a Worm decay.
Thus Worms suit all conditions;
And Death-watches Physicians,
By all their winding play ;
That gnaws them night and day.
And greater gain would rise ,
The Worm that never dies!
O learned friend of Abchurch-Lane,
Who seri'ft our entrails free ; Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain,
Since Worms shall eat ey'n thee.
Our Fate thou only can't adjourn
Some few short years, no more !
Who Maggots were before.
SONG, BY A PERSON OF QUALITY.
Written in the Year 1733.
LUTT'RING spread thy purple pinions ,
Mild Arcadians , ever blooming ,
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks , See my weary days consuming ,
All beneath yon flow'ry rocks.
Thus the Cyprian Goddess weeping,
Mourn'd Adonis, darling youth: Him the boar, in silence creeping,
Gor'd with unrelenting tooth.
Cynthia , tune harmonious numbers
Fair Discretion , Atring the lyre ;
Sooth my ever-waking Numbers :
Bright Apollo , lend thy choir.
Gloomy Pluto , King of terrors ,
Arm'd in adamantine chains,
Wat'ring soft Elysian plains.
Mournful Cypress , verdant Willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows,
Heas me pay my dying vows,
V I I.
Melancholy smooth Mæander,
Swifily purling in a round,
With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd.
V II I.
Thus when Philomela , drooping,
Softly seeks her silent mate ,
Melody resigns to Fate.
A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT, I
KNOW the thing that's most uncommon ; ( Envy be silent, and a tend!) I know a reasonable woman,
Handsome and witty , yet a frien
Not warp'd by passion, aw'd by rumour,
Not grave thro' pride, or gay thro' folly , An equal inixture of good humour,
And sensible soft inelancholy.
» Has she no fanles then ( Envy says ) Şir?
Yes, she has one , I must aver :
The woman's deaf , and does not hear.
HIS GROTTO AT TWICKENHAM,
COMPOS ED 01
Marbles, Spars , Gemms, Ores , and Minerals.
HOU who shalt Atop, where Thames' translucent :
Shines a broad mirror thro' the shadowy cave;
And pointed cryftals break the sparkling rill, Unpolish'd gemms no ray on pride bestow, And latent metals innocently glow : * Approach. Great Nature ftudiously behold! And eye the mine without a wish for gold. Approach : but awful! Lo! th' Ægerian grott, Where , nobly pensive, St. John fate and thought, Where British sighs from dying Wyndham stole, And the bright flame was shot thro' Mar.hmont's soul. Let such, such only, tread this sacred floor, Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
TO Mrs. M. B.
ON HER BIRTH-D A Y.
OH be thou bleft with all that Hear'n ean send,
Let joy or ease , let affluence or content,