EPIGRAM. To purify their wine, some people bleed Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things. THE YEARLY DISTRESS; OR, TITHING TIME AT STOCK, IN ESSEX. COME, ponder well, for 'tis no jest, This priest he merry is and blithe He then is full of fright and fears, For then the farmers come, jog, jog, In sooth, the sorrow of such days Is not to be expressed, When he that takes and he that pays Are both alike distressed. Now all unwelcome at his gates f'he clumsy swains alight, With rueful faces and bald patcs;- And well he may, for well he knows So in they come each makes his leg, "And how does miss and madam do, "All tight and well. And how do you, Good Mr. What-d'ye call ?" The dinner comes, and down they sit: One wipes his nose upon his sleeve, One spits upon the floor, The punch goes round, and they are dull Like barrels with their bellies full, At length the busy time begins. 66 Come, neighbours, we must wag-" The money chinks, down drop their chins, Each lugging out his bag. One talks of mildew and of frost, Quoth one, "A rarer man than you In pulpit none shall hear; But yet, methinks, to tell You sell it plaguy dear. you true, O why were farmers nrado so coarse. A kick that scarce would move a horse, Then let the boobies stay at home; SONNET ADDRESSED TO HENRY COWPER, ESQ. On his emphatical and interesting Delivery of the Defence of Warren Hastings, Esq., in the House of Lords. COWPER, whose silver voice, tasked sometimes hard, Legends prolix delivers in the ears (Attentive when thou read'st) of England's peers, Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward. Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard, Expending late on all that length of plea Thy generous powers, but silence honoured thee, Mute as e'er gazed on orator or bard. Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet Like thy renowned forefathers, far and wide THE DOG AND THE WATER LILY. NO FABLE. THE noon was shady, and soft airs When 'scaped from literary cares, My spaniel, prettiest of his race, (Two nymphs' adorned with every grans Now wantoned lost in flags and reeds, Pursued the swallow o'er the reads, It was the time when Ouse displayed With cane extended far I sought But still the prize, though nearly caught, Beau marked my unsuccessful pains But with a cherup clear and strong, I thence withdrew, and followed long My ramble ended, I returned; The floating wreath again discerned, I saw him, with that lily cropped, My quick approach, and soon he dropped Charmed with the sight, the world I cried, 1 Sir Robert Gunning's daughtern. |