E PIGRAM, ON THE PRINCE OF WALES'S, THEN REGENT, AP PEARING AT THE FIRE IN SPRING-GARDEN,

1776.

HY Guardian, blest Britannia, scorns to sleep,

Weak princes by their fears increase distress;
He faces danger, and so makes it less.
Tyrants on blazing towns may smile with joy ;
He knows, to save, is greater than destroy.

V E R SE S MADE TO A SIMILE OF MR. POPE,

WHEN

HEN at our house the servants brawl,

And raise an uproar in the hall;
When John the butler, and our Mary,
About the plate and linen vary :
Till the smart dialogue grows rich,
In sneaking dog! and ugly bitch !
Down comes my lady like the devil,
And makes them filent all and civil.
Thus cannon clears the cloudy air
And scatters tempefts brewing there :
Thus bullies sometimes keep the peace,
And one scold makes another cease.

SONG

S. O N G

ON A FINE WOMAN WHO HAD A DULL

HUSBAND.

I.

HEN on fair Celia's eyes I gaze,

And bless their light divine;
I stand confounded with amaze,

To think on what they shine.

II.

On one vile clod of earth she seems

To fix their influence;
Which kindles not at those bright beams,

Nor wakens into sense.

III.

Loft and bewilder'd with the thought,

I could not but complain,
That nature's lavish hand had wrought

This fairest work in vain.

IV.

Thus some, who have the stars survey'd,

Are ignorantly led,
To think those glorious lamps were made

To light Tom-Fool to bed.

OCCASIONED

OCCASIONED BY HIS FIRST VISIT TO LADY

WARWICK AT HOLLAND-HOUSE.

I.

H

EARING that Chloe's bower crown'd

The summit of a neighbouring hill,
Where every rural joy was found,
Where health and wealth were plac'd around,

To wait like servants on her will.

II.

within my

I went, and found 'twas as they faid,

That every thing look'd fresh and fair;
Her herds in flowery paitures stray'd,
Delightful was the green-wood shade,
And gently breath'd the balmy air.

III.
But when I found my troubled heart
Uneasy grown

breaft,
My breath come short, and in each part
Some new disorder seem to start,
Which pain'd me fore and broke my

rest:

IV.
Some noxious vapour sure, I said,

From this unwholsome foil must rise;
Some secret venom is convey'd
Or from this field, or from that shade,
That does the powers of life surprize.

V. Soon

V.
Soon as the skilful Leach beheld

The change that in my health was grown:
Blame not, he cry'd, nor wood nor field;
Diseases which such symptoms yield,
Proceed from Chloe's eyes

alone.

VI.
Alike she kills in every air,

The coldest breast her beauties warm ;
And though the fever took you there,
If Chloe had not been so fair,

The place had never done you harm.

TO LADY WARWICK ON MR. ADDISON'S

GOING TO IRELAND.

1. YE Gods and Nereid nymphs who rule the sea!

Who chain loud storms, and still the raging main!
With care the gentle Lycidas convey,
And bring the faithful lover safe again.

II.
When Albion's shore with chearless heart he left,

Pensive and sad upon the deck he stood,
Of every joy in Chloe's eyes bereft,
And wept his sorrows in the fwelling flood.

III. Ah,

III.
Ah, faireft maid! whom, as I well divine,

The righteous gods his just reward ordain ;
For his return thy pious wishes join,
That thou at length may'st pay him for his pain.

IV.
And since his love does thine alone pursue,

In arts unpractis'd and unus’d to range ;
I charge thee be by his example true,

And shun thy sex's inclination, change.

V.

When crowds of youthful lovers round thee wait,

And tender thoughts in sweetest words impart;
When thou art woo'd by titles, wealth, and state,
Then think on Lycidas, and guard thy heart.

VI.
When the gay theatre shall charm thy eyes,

When artful wit shall speak thy beauty's praise ;
When harmony shall thy soft foul surprize,
Sooth all thy senses, and thy passions raise :

VII.
Amidst whatever various joys appear,

Yet breathe one figh, for one sad minute mourn; Nor let thy heart know one delight fincere,

Till thy own truest Lycidas return.

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