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TWO RIDIDLES. FIRST PRINTED IN THE EXAMINER, MDCCX.
SPHINX was a monster that would eat
Upon all-four; as years accrue,
-: Now, in your turn, 'tis just, methinks,
o EPIGRAM EXTEMPORE.1
I stooD, sir, patient at your feet,
1 This epigram is printed from a pamphlet published in 1751, entitled, “The friendly and honest Advice of an old Tory to the Vice-Chancellor of Cambridge.” 8vo. from whence also is extracted the following account of the occa. sion which gave birth to it. “In the year 1712, my old friend Matthew Prior, who was then Fellow of St. John's, and who not long before had been employed by the Queen as her plenipotentiary at the court of France, came to
NELL AND JOHN.
WHEN Nell, given o'er by the doctor, was dying, And John at the chimney stood decently crying ; 'Tis in vain, said the woman, to make such ado, For to our long home we must all of us go
True, Nell, replied John; but, what yet is the worst
For us that remain, the best always go first:
Remember, dear wife, that I said so last year,
When you lost your white heifer, and I my brown mare
BIBO AND CHARON.
WHEN Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat, As full of champagne as an egg's full of meat,
He wak'd in the boat; and to Charon he said,
He would be row’d back, for he was not yet dead. Trim the boat, and sit quiet, stern Charon replied: You may have forgot, you were drunk when you
Cambridge; and the next morning paid a visit to the master of his own college. The master loved Mr. Prior's principles, had a great opinion of his abilities, and a respect for his character in the world; but then he had a much greater respect for himself. He therefore kept his
seat himself, and let the queen's ambassador stand, who immediately on his return wrote the above epigram.
WIVES BY THE DOZEN.
O DEATH ! how thou spoil'st the best project of life :
Poor Hal caught his death standing under a spout,
A SAILOR'S WIFE.
QUoTH Richard in jest, looking wistly at Nelly,
Methinks, child, you seem something round in the belly!
Nell answer'd him snappishly, How can that be,
When my husband has been more than two years at sea 2 [carried
Thy husband quoth Dick: why, that matter was
Most secretly, Nell; I ne'er thought thou wert married.
ON A FART,
READER, I was born, and cried ;
THE MODERN SAINT.
HER time with equal prudence Silvia shares,