NELL AND JOHN. 1 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! 2 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, WIVES BY THE DOZEN. O DEATH! how thou spoil'st the best project of life! Said Gabriel, who still, as he buried one wife, For the sake of her family, married her cousin; He still married on till his number was nine, FATAL LOVE. POOR Hal caught his death standing under a spout, Expecting till midnight, when Nan would come out, But fatal his patience, as cruel the dame, And cursed was the weather that quenched the man's flame. Whoe'er thou art, that read'st these moral lines, Make love at home, and go to bed betimes. THE MODERN SAINT. HER time with equal prudence Silvia shares, 10 THE PARALLEL. PROMETHEUS, forming Mr Day, Carved something like a man in clay. Since one is but a moving clod, T'other the lively form of God; Squire Wallis, you will scarce be able To prove all poetry but fable. 10 TO A YOUNG LADY, WHO WAS FOND OF FORTUNE TELLING. You, madam, may with safety go, For at your birth kind planets reigned, But, such is my uncertain state, years to come; I dread to search the dark decree; This secret then I dare not know, And other truths are useless now. Should I with needless haste inquire, It must proceed from you alone. 26 A GREEK EPIGRAM IMITATED. WHEN hungry wolves had trespassed on the fold, 'Give him one half, and he'll secure the rest.' To their commands I willingly resign, THE WANDERING PILGRIM, HUMBLY ADDRESSED TO SIR THOMAS FRANKLAND, GENERAL TO QUEEN ANNE. 1 WILL PIGGOT1 must to Coxwould To live, alas! in want, go, 1 This merry petition was written to obtain the porter's place for Will Twelve miles north, beyond the city of York. Piggot. Unless Sir Thomas say, No, no; The allowance is too scant. 2 The gracious knight full well does weet, Ten farthings ne'er will do To keep a man each day in meat, 3 A Rechabite poor Will must live, 4 Spare diet, and spring-water clear, 5 But pass-the Esculapian crew, 6 Could Yorkshire-tyke but do the same, 7 In Will's old Master's plenteous days, 8 At his famed gate stood Charity, 1 'Lin:' forget. |