Of magic shapes and visions airy Strikes with airy sounds mine ear THOMAS WARTON THE YOUNGER. WARWICKSHIRE (SEPTEMBER 7, 1769) YE Warwickshire lads, and ye lasses, Come revel away, rejoice and be glad, All be glad, For the lad of all lads, was a Warwickshire lad. Be proud of the charms of your county, Where much she has giv'n, and some to be spar'd, Never pair'd, For the bard of all bards, was a Warwickshire bard. Each shire has its different pleasures, Each shire has its different treasures ; But to rare Warwickshire all must submit, How he writ! For the wit of all wits, was a Warwickshire wit. Old Ben, Thomas Otway, John Dryden, Of famous Will Congreve, we boast too the skill, Matchless still, For the Will of all Wills, was a Warwickshire Will. Our Shakespeare compar'd is to no man, Nor Frenchman, nor Grecian, nor Roman, Their swans are all geese, to the Avon's sweet swan, Avon's swan, And the man of all men, was a Warwickshire man. As ven'son is very inviting, To steal it our bard took delight in, To make his friends merry he never was lag, Ever brag, For the wag of all wags, was a Warwickshire wag. There never was seen such a creature, Of all she was worth, he robb'd Nature! He took all her smiles, and he took all her grief, For the thief of all thieves, was a Warwickshire thief. DAVID GARRICK. 'ARGLWYDD ARWAIN TRWY'R ANIALWCH' Open now the chrystal fountain, When I tread the verge of Jordan, Musing on my habitation, Lord I long to be with thee! WILLIAM WILLIAMS. PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE OFT I've implor'd the gods in vain, Sweet airy Being, wanton Spright, If e'er thy pitying heart was mov'd And for th' Athenian maid who lov'd, O! deign once more t' exert thy power! I ask no kind return in love, Nor ease, nor peace, that heart can know, Turns at the touch of joy or woe; Far as distress the soul can wound, 'Tis pain in each degree: 'Tis bliss but to a certain bound- Then take this treacherous sense of mine, O haste to shed the sovereign balm, And what of life remains for me, FRANCES GREVILLE. RETALIATION A POEM OF old, when Scarron his companions invited, Our Dean shall be venison, just fresh from the plains ; To make out the dinner full certain I am, That Ridge is anchovy, and Reynolds 10 is lamb: 1 The Master of the St. James's Coffee-house, where the Doctor, and the Friends he has characterized in this Poem, held an occasional Club. Dr. Bernard, Dean of Derry in Ireland, author of many ingenious pieces. Edmund Burke, Member for Wendover, and one of the greatest orators in this kingdom. Mr. William Burke, late secretary to General Conway, and member for Bedwin. • Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Granada, no less remarkable in the walks of wit and humour than his brother Edmund Burke is justly distinguished in all branches of useful and polite literature. [Richard Cumberland], author of the West Indian, Fashionable Lover, the Brothers, and other dramatic pieces. ' Dr. Douglas, Canon of Windsor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a Citizen of the World, than a sound Critic, in detecting several literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen: particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's History of the Popes. • David Garrick, Esq., joint Patentee and acting Manager of the Theatre Royal, Drury lane. For the other parts of his character, vide the Poem. • Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar, the relish of whose agreeable and pointed conversation is admitted, by his acquaintance, to be very properly compared to the above sauce. 10 Sir Joshua Reynolds, President of the Royal Academy. |