The well-judg'd purchase, and the gift, Their pages mangled, burnt and torn, But ages yet to come shall mourn ON THE SAME. WHEN wit and genius meet their doom O'er MURRAY's loss the Muses wept, Yet bless'd the guardian care that kept There Mem'ry, like the bee, that's fed Had treasur'd up before. The lawless herd, with fury blind, The honey on his tongue. THE LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED; OR, HYPOCRISY DETECTED*. THUS says the prophet of the Turk, It may be proper to inform the reader, that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without the author's privity. There is a part in ev'ry swine He meant not to forbid the head; Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog, You laugh-'tis well-The tale applied May make you laugh on t'other side. Renounce the world-the preacher cries. We do a multitude replies. While one as innocent regards A snug and friendly game at cards; Can see no evil in a play; Some love a concert, or a race; And others shooting, and the chase. Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd, Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow'd; Each thinks his neighbour makes too free, Yet likes a slice as well as he; With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, Till quite from tail to snout 'tis eaten, ON THE DEATH OF MRS (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH. YE nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red Her fav'rite, even in his cage, Where Rhenus strays his vines among, Or only with a whistle blest, The honours of his ebon poll With which Aurora decks the skies, Above, below, in all the house, And Bully's cage supported stood Well-lattic'd-but the grate, alas! But smooth with wands from Ouse's side, The swains their baskets make. Night veil'd the pole, all seem'd secure : A beast forth sallied on the scout, He, ent'ring at the study door, And something in the wind Conjectur'd, sniffing round and round, Just then, by adverse fate impress'd, A rat fast clinging to the cage, For, aided both by ear and scent, Minute the horrors that ensued; His teeth were strong, the cage was wood- O had he made that too his prey; Might have repaid him well, I wot, Maria weeps the Muses mourn→→→→ THE ROSE. THE rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r, The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flow'r, The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, I hastily seiz'd it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, THE DOVES. REAS'NING at ev'ry step he treads, One silent eve I wander'd late, And heard the voice of love; The turtle thus address'd her mate, |