Plate XXIV Vol. VI. facing p.1. FHayman inv.etdel. C.Grignion Sculp Hail, Bards triumphant born in happier Days; Essay on frit. EPISTOLA VII. Q UINQUE dies tibi pollicitus me rure fu turum, Sextilem totum mendax defideror. atqui, Si me vivere vis fanum recteque valentem; Dum pueris omnis pater, et matercula pallet; Tam L E VII. E PIS ST T LE Imitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT. "TI would be with you, June the third; Chang'd it to Auguft, and (in short) IS true, my Lord, I gave my word, Have kept it as you, And W* and H** both in town! "The Dog-days are no more the case." 'Tis true, but Winter comes apace: Then fouthward let your Bard retire, Hold out fome months 'twixt Sun and Fire, And you fhall fee the firft warm Weather, Me and the Butterflies together. My Lord, your Favours well I know; 'Tis with Diftinction you beftow; ΤΟ 15 20 And not to ev'ry one that comes, Juft as a Scotfman does his Plumbs. "Pray take them, Sir,-Enough's a Feast: 25 "Eat fome and pocket up the reft + B 2 What Tam teneor dono, quam fi dimittar onuftus. |