For well he knows the worthless knight is Just such another as Thersites, For bulk, abuse, and stature. If charg'd with courage man should be, (Like powder in artillery, Proportion'd to the barrel), Canst thou, a blunderbuss so large, Then quit these dang'rous trifling lays, There may you stretch poetic wing, Then, should old Cibber chance to die, Perhaps you'll get the bays. ODE V. то VENUS, ON OPENING THE PANTHEON. BY A YOUNG LADY OF FASHION. BRIGHT Venus, Covent-Garden's queen, From Nelson's, Hayes's, and Soho, To yon gay temple rove; There lavish all your winning arts, Libations, lo! to thee are made, And juice of cooling tea ; Whole hecatombs of biscuits rise, Beaux, bawds, and bishops, mingle sighs, To sacrifice to thee. Bright Goddess haste, and with thee take The modish Macaroni Rake, Who Fashion's law reveres ; Array'd, as her caprice decrees, In coat a yard above his knees, And curls above his ears. Soft soother of the bed of Care, For Dissipation made; Her manners open, free, and kind, Lead Vigour, lusty child of Health, ODE VI. EARL DELAWAR's FAREWELL ΤΟ THE MAIDS OF HONOUR, ON HIS BEING PROMOTED TO HIS LATE FATHER'S TROOP, AND RE. SIGNING THE PLACE OF VICE-CHAMBERLAIN TO THE QUEEN. YE maids who Britain's court bedeck, A dismal tale I have to tell; This is to bid you all farewell : I leave you, girls; indeed 'tis true, 'Tis often done at court, you know; No longer shall we laugh and chat, Our gracious king has call'd me now; And so God bless you all! They tell me that one word a day, A word from him I highly prize; No longer shall I now be seen, Adieu, my much-lov'd golden key! Adorn'd with ribband blue; I thought it but an idle tale, But now believe 'twas true. Farewell, my good Lord Harcourt, too! What can, alas! your Lordship do Alone among the maids? You soon must some assistance ask : You'll have a very arduous task, Unless you call for aids, |