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The Learn’d themselves we Book-worms name,

The Blockhead is a Slow-worm; The Nymph whose tail is all on flame,

Is aptiy term’d a Glow-worm :
The Fops are painted Butterflies,

That flutter for a day;
First from a Worm they take their rise,

And in a Worm decay.
The Flatterer an Earwig grows;

Thus Worms suit all conditions ;
Mifers are Muck-worms, Silk-worms Beaus,

And Death-watches Physicians. -
That Statesmen have the Worm, is seen

By all their winding play;
Their Conscience is a Worm within,

That gnaws them night and day.
Ah Moore! thy skill were well employ'd,

And greater gain would rise, .
If hou could'It make the Courtier'void

The Worm that never dies! :
O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane,

Who sett'st our entrails free;
Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain, .

Since Worms shall eat ev’n thee.
Our Fate thou only can'ft adjourn

Some few short years, no more ! Ev'n Button's Wits to Worms shall turn, · Who Maggots were before.

SONG, by a Person of Quality.

Written in the Year 1733.

1. i.
FLUTT'RING spread thy purple Pinions,
* Gentle Cupid, o'er my Heart; .
I a Slave in thy Dominions ;
Nature must give Way to Art.

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.

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Cynthia, tune harmonious Numbers ;

Fair Discretion, string the Lyre ; Sooth my ever-waking Slumbers : Bright Apollo, lend thy Choir.

v. Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors,

Arm'd in adamantine Chains, Lead me to the Crystal Mirrors,

Wat’ring soft Elyfian Plains.

VI. Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,

Gilding my Aurelia's Brows, Morpheus hov’ring o'er my Pillow, Hear me pay my dying Vows.

. . .VII. ** Melancholy smooth Mæander,

Swiftly purling in a Round,
On thy Margin Lovers wander,
With thy fow'ry Chaplets crown'd. į

VÍII. - november Thus when Philomela, drooping, '

Softly seeks her filent Mate,
See the Bird of Juno stooping ;' , ..
Melody resigns to' Fate...


On a certain LADY at COURT.

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I Know the thing that's most uncommon; ,

(Envy be silent, and attend !) I know a reasonable Woman,

Handsome and witty, yet a Friend. ..

Not warp'd by Pasion, aw'd by Rumour, i

Not grave thro' Pride, nor gay thro' Folly, An equal Mixture of good Humour,

And sensible foît Melancholy.

" Has she no faults then (Envy says) Sir?”..

Yes, she has one, I must aver ::,:, iris When all the World conspires to praise her, ,

The Woman's deaf, and does not hear. Les


On his GROTTO at Twickenham,


Thou who shalt stop, where Thames'. translucent

Shines a broad Mirror thro' the shadowy Cave;
Where ling'ring drops from min’ral Roofs distil,
And pointed Crystals break the sparkling Rill, .
Unpolish'd Gems no Ray on Pride bestow, ,
And latent Metals innocently glow :
Approach. Great NATURE studiously behold! ...
And eye the Mine without a wish for Gold.. . .
Approach : but awful! Lo! th' Ægerian Grott,
Where, nobly pensive, St. John sat and thought; 10

VARIATIONS After ver. 6. in the MS.

You see that Ifand's wealth, where, only free,

Earth to her entrails feels not Tyranny. i. e. Britain is the only place on the globe which feels not Tyranny even to its very entrails. Alluding to the condemnation of Criminals to the Mines, one of the inflictions of civil justice in most Countries. The thought was exceeding natural and proper in this place, where the Poet was describing a Grotto incruited and adorni. ed with all sorts of Minerals, collected, by the means of commerce, from the fout quarters of the Globe.

Ver. 11. Wbere British fighs from dying Wyndham stole,] In his MS. it was thus, ,

To Wyndham's breast the patriot paffions-stole, which made the whole allude to a certain Anecdote of not much consequence to any but the parties concerned.

NOTES.. . On his Grotto.] The improving and finishing his Grotto was the favourite amusement of his declining Years; and the beauty of his poetic genius, in the disposition and ornaments of this romantic recess, appears to as much advantage as in his best contrived Poems.

VER. 9. Ægerian Grott,] Alluding to Numa's projecting his system of Politics in this Grott, affifted, as he gave out, by the Ġoddess Ægeria.

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Where British fighs from dying Wyndham stole,
And the bright flame, was shot thro' MARCHMONT'S

Soul. .'' i
Let such, such only, tread this facred Floor, -
Who dare to love their Country, and be poor.

To Mrs. M. B. on her Birth-DAY.
OH be thou bleft with all that Heav'n can send,

Long Health, long Youth, long. Pleasure, and a
. . Friend :
Not with those Toys the female world admire,
Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire. ..
With added years, if Life bring nothing new,
But like a Sieve let every blessing thro',
Some joy still loft, as each vain year runs o'er,
And all we gain, fome fad Reflection more; .
Is that a Birth-Day? 'tis alas! too clear,
'Tis but the Fun'ral of the former year.

Let Joy or Ease, let AMuence or Content,
And the gay Conscience of a life well spent, i
Calm ev'ry thought, inspirit ev'ry grace,
Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face.
Let day improve on day, and year on year, in 15
Without a Pain, a Trouble, or a Fear;
Till Death unfelt that tender frame destroy,
In some soft dream, or Ecstacy of Joy,
Peaceful sleep out the Sabbath of the Tomb, 28
And wake to Raptures in a Life to come.

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VER. 15. Originally thus in the MS.

And oh since Death must that fair frame destroy,
Die, by some sudden Ecstasy of Joy;
In some soft dream may thy mild soul remove,
And be thy latest gasp a Sigh of Love.

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