Let lids these comets close, O do not seek to see their shining grace: For when mine eyes thou seest, they thine will blind, THE UPSTART RICH-MAN. BRED to fetch porter to and fro, And stun the streets with " pots below," You've found, Punch, God knows how or whence, Now, for stale crums and vapid beer, Where erst you dar'd not thrust your nose; At schools was doom'd my youth to pass. CHLOE. PERFECTION IN CHLOE. BRIGHT as the day, and as the morning fair, Such Chloe is and common as the air. THE BRAINLESS TOPER. "BROTHER Bucks, your glasses drain."- THE SECOND BRUTUS. BRUTUS, unmov'd, heard how his Portia fell: AN IMPORTANT WANT. While beaux-esprits and idlers gay One want supplied would crown the whole: ON HOMERIDES.. BURNET and Ducket, friends in spite,. Came hissing forth in verse; Both were so forward, each would write,. So dull, each hung an arse. Thus Amphisbana, (I have read) At either end assails; None knows which leads, or which is led,. For both heads are but tails. FROM MARTIAL.. BUT ancient poets thou admirest none, ON LORD DORSET. BY fav'ring wit, Macenas purchas'd fame, BAVIUS. BY nature Madman, and by study Fool, In every conversation tops his part: Talks much of travel, books, and state affairs, He rattles, plays quadrille, sometimes can drink, A HOME ARGUMENT. BY one decisive argument Giles gain'd his lovely Kate's consent "Why in such haste, dear Giles, to wed? A CASE OF CONSCIENCE; SUBMITTED TO A LATE DIGNITARY OF THE CHURCH ON HIS NARCOTIC EXPOSITION OF THE FOLLOWING TEXT. "Watch and pray, lest ye enter into temptation." BY our Pastor perplext, How shall we determine?"Watch and pray," says the Text, "Go to sleep," says the Sermon. RONDEAU. LOVE REWARDED. BY two black eyes my heart was won, Sure never wretch was more undone! But she regardless of her prize, TO THE DUKE OF MARLBOROUGH. LINES BY A SAILOR, WHO WAS SENTENCED TO THE CAT-O'NINE- BY your honour's command, An example I stand Of your justice to all the ship's crew: 1 am hamper'd and stripp'd; And if I am whipp'd, "Tis no more than I own is my due. In this scurvy condition, I humbly petition To offer some lines to your eye: Merry Tom by such trash. Once avoided the lash, And if fate and you please, so may I. There is nothing you hate, I'm inform'd, like a cat; Why! your honour's aversion is mine: If puss then with one tail Can so make your heart fail, Oh! save me from that which has nine. ON DR. CADE'S DYING BY HIS OWN RECIPE The point upon himself, and dy'd. ON A LADY WEEPING, ON HEARING THE FAIR PENITENT READ. CALISTA'S hapless fate, her guilty flame, Not so th' ill-natur'd prude-with haughty mind (Tears which from innocence, and nature flow) And grieve that beauty, bright as thine, should prove A prey to loose desire, and guilty love. O may this sad example warn the fair, Of man, false man, with caution to beware And O mayst thou, thou charming maid, learn hence To keep thy soul a stranger from offence; To fly betimes the first approach of ill, Nor want that pity which thou shew'st to her. |