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II.

And MURRAY fighs o'er Pope and Swift,

And many a treasure more,

The well'd judg'd purchase and the gift

That grac'd his letter'd ftore.

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Their pages mangled, burnt and torn,

The lofs was his alone,

But ages yet to come shall mourn

The burning of his own.

ON THE SAM E.

I.

WHEN wit and genius meet their doom

In all devouring flame,

They tell us of the fate of Rome,

And bid us fear the fame.

II.

O'er MURRAY's lofs the mufes wept,

They felt the rude alarm,

Yet blefs'd the guardian care that kept

His facred head from harm.

III. There

III.

There mem'ry like the bee that's fed

From Flora's balmy ftore,

The quinteffence of all he read
Had treafur'd up before.

IV.

The lawless herd with fury blind

Have done him cruel wrong,

The flow'rs are gone-but ftill we find

The honey on his tongue.

THE LOVE OF THE WORLD

REPROVED;

OR, HYPO

CRISY DETECTED.*

THUS fays the prophet of the Turk,

Good muffulman, abstain from pork ;
There is a part in ev'ry swine

No friend or follower of mine

*It may be proper to inform the reader that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with fome unneceffary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity.

May

May tafte, whate'er his inclination,
On pain of excommunication.
Such Mahomet's myfterious charge,
And thus he left the point at large.
Had he the finful part exprefs'd
They might with fafety eat the reft;
But for one piece they thought it hard
From the whole hog to be debarr'd,
And set their wit at work to find
What joint the prophet had in mind.
Much controversy strait arose,

These chufe the back, the belly thofe ;
By fome 'tis confidently said

He meant not to forbid the head,
While others at the doctrine rail,
And piously prefer the tail.

Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog,
Mahometans eat up the hog.

You laugh-'tis well-the tale apply'd
May make you laugh on t'other fide.
Renounce the world, the preacher cries-
We do a multitude replies.

While one as innocent regards

A fnug and friendly game at cards;
And one, whatever you may fay,

Can fee no evil in a play;

Some

Some love a concert or a race,

And others, fhooting and the chase.
Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd,
Thus bit by bit the world is fwallow'd;
Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
Yet likes a flice as well as he;

With fophiftry their fauce they sweeten,
Till quite from tail to fnout 'tis eaten.

THE LILY AND THE ROSE.

I.

THE nymph must lose her female friend

If more admir'd than fhe

But where will fierce contention end
If flow'rs can disagree?

II.

Within the garden's peaceful scene
Appear'd two lovely foes,

Afpiring to the rank of queen,
The lily and the rose.

III. The

III.

The rose foon redden'd into rage,

And fwelling with disdain,

Appeal'd to many a poet's page

To prove her right to reign.

IV.

The lily's height bespoke command,
A fair imperial flow'r,

She feem'd defign'd for Flora's hand,
The fceptre of her pow'r.

V.

This civil bick'ring and debate

The goddess chanc'd to hear,

And flew to fave ere yet too late,
The pride of the parterre.

VI.

Your's is, fhe faid, the nobler hue,
And your's the statelier mien,
And 'till a third furpaffes you,

Let each be deem'd a queen.

VII. Thus