IMPROMPTU, SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, IN 1766, OF THE SEAT AND RUINS OF A DECEASED NOBLEMAN, AT KINGSGATE, KENT. OLD, and abandon'd by each venal friend, On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice; Here reign the blust'ring North and blighting East, Art he invokes new horrors still to bring. Here mould'ring fanes and battlements arise, "Ah!" said the sighing peer, "had B-te been "true, "Nor M-'s, R-'s, B's friendship vain, "Far better scenes than these had blest our view, "And realiz'd the beauties which we feign. "Purg'd by the sword, and purify'd by fire, "Then had we seen proud London's hated walls; "Owls would have hooted in St. Peter's choir, "And foxes stunk and litter'd in St. Paul's." THE CANDIDATE; OR, THE CAMBRIDGE COURTSHIP. [This jeu d'esprit was written a short time previous to the Election of a Iligh Steward of the University of Cambridge, for which Office the Noble Lord alluded to made an active Canvas.] WHEN sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his face, With a lick of court white-wash, and pious grimace, Lord! sister, says PHYSIC to LAW, I declare, Such a sheep-biting look, such a pick-pocket air! Not I for the Indies! -You know I'm no prude,— But his name is a shame, and his eyes are so lewd! Then he shambles and straddles so oddly-I fear No-at our time of life 'twould be silly, my dear. |