Lawyer aud Client.
A LAWYER quite famous for making a bill,
And who in good living delighted;
To dinner one day with a hearty good will,
Was by a rich client invited ¡
But he charg'd six and eightpence for going to dine,
Which the client he paid, though no ninny;
And in turn charg'd the lawyer for dinner and wine,
One a crown, and the other a guinea.
But gossips, you know, have a saying in store,
He who matches a lawyer has only one more.
The lawyer he paid it, and took a receipt,
While the client star'd at him with wonder; But gave to his friends with the produce a treat, Though the lawyer soon made him knock under, That his client sold wine, information he laid, Without licence, and in spite of his storming, The client a good thumping penalty paid, And the lawyer got half for informing ! But gossips, &c.
The Clown and his Neddy.
DON'T I look spruce on my Neddy,
In spite of his kicking and prancing?
Come a'ther, gee up, gee wo, steady,
Mr. Donkey, I'm not fond of dancing.
Ech-aw! ech-aw! here we go,
Me and my Neddy, gee wo.
There are learned pigs, horses, and monkies,
But Jack Asses rank, you know higher,
For damsels they ride upon donkies,
And you see mine's a kind of fligflyer.
Ech-aw! &c.
Newmarket, I think, we shall dash on,
Drive on at a pretty good rate,
We shall get the whip-hand of the fashion,
And dish 'em by winning the plate.
Ech-aw! &c.
SAYS Plato-Why should man be vain,
Since bounteous heav'n hath made him great?
Why look with insolent disdain
On those undeck'd with wealth or state?
Can splended robes, or beds of down,
Or costly gems that deck the fair-
Can all the glories of a crown
Give health-or ease the brow of care?
The sceptred king, the burthen'd slave,
The humble and the haughty, die;
The rich, the poor, the base, the brave,
In dust, without distinction, lie.
Go search the tombs where monarchs rest,
Who once the greatest titles bore;
The wealth and glory they possess'd,
And all their honours are no more!
So glides the meteor through the sky,
And spreads along a gilded train—
But, when its short-liv'd beauties die,
Dissolves to common air again :
So 'tis with us, my jovial souls !—
Let friendship reign while hear we stay:
Let's crown our joys with flowing bowls;
When Jove commands we must obey.
Soldier's Adieu.
ADIEU, adieu, my only life,
My honour calls me from thee; Remember thou'rt a soldier's wife, Those tears but ill become thee. What though by duty I am call'd, Where thundering cannons rattle, Where valour's self might stand appall'd, When on the wings of thy dear love. To heaven above thy fervent orisons are flown, The tender prayer thou put'st up there nall call a guardian angel down,
To watch me in the battle.
My safety thy fair truth shall be,
As sword and buckler serving,
My life shall be more dear to me,
Because of thy preserving.
Let perils come, let horror threat,
Let thundering cannons rattle,
I fearless seek the conflict's heat,
Assur'd when on the wings of love,
To heaven above, &c.
Enough, with that benignant smile
Some kindred god inspir'd thee,
Who saw thy bosom void of guile,
Who wonder'd and admir'd thee:
I go,-assur'd,-my life! adieu,
Though thundering cannons rattle,
Though murdering carnage stalk in view,
When on the wings of thy true love,
To heaven above, &c.
OH! Nanny, wilt thou fly with me,
Nor sigh to leave the charming town?
Can silent glens have charms for thee,
The lowly cot and russet gown?
No longer dress'd in silken sheep,
No longer deck'd with jewels rare,
Şay canst thou quit the busy scene,
Where thou art fairest of the fair?
Oh! Nanny, when thou'rt far awa',
Wilt thou not cast a look behind?
Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw,
Nor shrink before the warping wind?
Oh! can that soft and gentlest mien
Severest hardships learn to bear,
Nor, sad, regret each courtly scene,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
Oh! Nanny, canst thou love so true,
Through perils keen with me to gae ?
Or when mishap thy swain shall rue,
To share with him the pang of wae?
And, when invading pains befall,
Wilt thou assume the nurse's care,
Nor, wishful these gay scenes recall,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
And when at last thy love shall die,
Wilt thou receive his parting breath?
Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,
And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
And wilt thou o'er his much-lov'd clay,
Strew flow'rs, and drop the tender tear,
Nor, then, regret those scenes so gay,
Where thou were fairest of the fair?
See the Conquering Hero comes !
SEE the conquering hero comes!
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums:
Sports prepare, the laurel bring,
Songs of triumph to him sing!
See the godlike youth advance!
Breathe the flutes and lead the dance;
Myrtle wreathes, and roses twine,
To deck the hero's brow divine.
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