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LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM
OF MISS PATTY MORE's, SISTER OF HANNAH MORE.
In vain to live from age to age
While modern bards endeavour,
W. CO WPER. March 6, 1792.
SONNET TO WILLIAM WILBERFORCE, ESQ.
Thy country, Wilberforce, with just disdain,
Hears thee by cruel men and impious callid
Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose the inthrall’d From exile, public sale, and slavery's chain.
Friend of the poor, the wrong'd, the fetter-gall’d, Fear not lest labour such as thine be vain.
Thou hast achieved a part; hast gain’d the ear Of Britain's senate to thy glorious cause; [pause Hope smiles, joy springs, and, though cold caution
And weave delay, the better hour is near
That shall remunerate thy toils severe
Enjoy what thou hast won, esteem and love
April 16, 1792.
PRINTED IN THE NORTHAMPTON MERCURY.
To purify their wine, some people bleed
TO DR. AUSTIN, OF CECIL STREET, LONDON.
Austin! accept a grateful verse from me,
Friend of my friend ! * I love thee, though unknown,
THE SECOND PART: ON HER MARRIAGE TO GEORGE
BELIEVE it or not, as you choose,
The doctrine is certainly true,
And poets are oracles too.
To see Catharina at home,
And lo- she is actually come!
Such prophecy some may despise,
But the wish of a poet and friend Perhaps is approved in the skies,
And therefore attains to its end. 'Twas a wish that flew ardently forth
From a bosom effectually warm’d With the talents, the graces, and worth
Of the person for whom it was form’d.
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
But all cry-Amen-to the bans.
Since, therefore, I seem to incur
No danger of wishing in vain
I will e en to my wishes again-
And now I will try with another,
How soon I can make her a mother.
EPITAPH ON FOP, A DOG BELONGING TO
Though once a puppy, and though Fop by name,
“ Yes,"—the indignant shade of Fop replies “ And worn with vain pursuit, man also dies."
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
And semblance, but however faintly shown,
Thou hast so pencill'd mine, that though I own
The subject worthless, I have never known
In thy incomparable work appear.
Since, on maturer thought, the cause is clear ; For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see When I was Hayley's guest, and sat to thee ?
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.