CATHARINA: THE SECOND PART: ON HER MARRIAGE TO GEORGE BELIEVE it or not, as you choose, I did but express a desire To see Catharina at home, At the side of my friend George's fire, Such prophecy some may despise, And therefore attains to its end. Maria would leave us, I knew, To the grief and regret of us all, But less to our grief, could we view Catharina the Queen of the Hall. * Lady Throckmorton. And therefore I wish'd as I did, And therefore this union of hands Since, therefore, I seem to incur I will e'en to my wishes again— EPITAPH ON FOP, A DOG BELONGING TO LADY THROCKMORTON. THOUGH Once a puppy, and though Fop by name, Here moulders one whose bones some honour claim No sycophant, although of spaniel race, And though no hound, a martyr to the chace— Ye squirrels, rabbits, leverets, rejoice, Your haunts no longer echo to his voice; He died worn out with vain pursuit of you. "Yes," the indignant shade of Fop replies "And worn with vain pursuit, man also dies." August, 1792. SONNET TO GEORGE ROMNEY, ESQ. ON HIS PICTURE OF ME IN CRAYONS, Drawn at Eartham in the 61st year of my age, and in the months of August and September, 1792. ROMNEY, expert infallibly to trace On chart or canvass, not the form alone But this I mark-that symptoms none of woe Well I am satisfied it should be so, Since, on maturer thought, the cause is clear MARY AND JOHN. IF John marries Mary, and Mary alone, 'Tis a very good match between Mary and John. Should John wed a score, oh, the claws and the scratches! It can't be a match:-'tis a bundle of matches. EPITAPH ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELEY. TEARS flow, and cease not, where the good man lies, Till all who knew him follow to the skies. Tears therefore fall where Chester's ashes sleep; Him wife, friends, brothers, children, servants weep And justly-few shall ever him transcend As husband, parent, brother, master, friend. TO MY COUSIN, ANNE BODHAM, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A NETWORK PURSE, MADE BY HERSELF. My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, Than plaything for a nurse, I danced and fondled on my knee, Gold pays the worth of all things here; I, therefore, as a proof of love, INSCRIPTION FOR A HERMITAGE IN THE THIS cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, TO MRS. UNWIN. MARY! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from heaven as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new I That, ere through age or woe I shed my wings, may And that immortalizes whom it sings. But thou hast little need. There is a book By seraphs writ with beams of heavenly light, There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine, May, 1793. |