I don't know, says LAW, but methinks for his look "Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book; Then his character, Phyzzy,-his morals-his life When she died, I can't tell, but he once had a wife. They say he's no Christian, loves drinking and And all the town rings of his swearing and roaring! His lying and filching, and Newgate-bird tricks;— Not I--for a coronet, chariot and six. DIVINITY heard, between waking and dozing, Her sisters denying, and Jemmy proposing: From table she rose, and with bumper in hand, She strok'd up her belly, and strok'd down her band -g: What a pother is here about wenching and roaring! To reject him for such peccadillos, were odd; Besides, he repents-for he talks about G**. [To Jemmy] Never hang down your head, you poor penitent elf, Come buss me I'll be Mrs. Twitcher myself. SKETCH OF HIS OWN CHARACTER. [This was written in 1761, and was found in one of his pocket-books.] Too poor tune; for a bribe, and too proud to impor He had not the method of making a fortune: Could love, and could hate, so was thought some what odd; NO VERY GREAT WIT, HE BELIEV'D IN A GOD. A Post or a Pension he did not desire, But left Church and State to Charles Townshend and Squire [54]. [54] At that time Fellow of St. John's College, Cambridge, and afterwards Bishop of St. David's. POEMS: ADDRESSED TO, AND IN MEMORY OF, MR. GRAY. (EXCEPT THE SECOND AND EIGHTH, NONE OF THESE WERE EVER BEFORE COLLECTED.] |