45 To fay in this wretched condition. If my coin will not pass, I muft die like an ass; And fo I conclude my petition. An EPIGRAM on WOOD'S BRASS MONEY. ART'RET was welcom'd to the shore CART First with the brazen cannons roar ; To meet him next the foldier comes, With brazen trumps and brazen drums ; But when Wood's brass began to found, ANOTHER. On the DE of C- -S. B- -s was the Dean's familiar friend : J James grows a Duke, mult end. Surely the Dean deferves a fore rebuke, An EPIGRAM on SCOLDING. GREAT folks are of a finer mold; Lord! how politely they can scold! While a coarse English tongue will itch For whore and rogue, and dog and bitch, 5 CATULLUS CATULLUS de LESBIA.. " LEfbia mi dicit femper male; nec tacet unquam Lefbia me, difpeream, nifi amat... De me. Quo figno? quia funt totidem mea: deprecor illam Affiduè; verum, difpeream, nifi amo, ¿ In ENGLISH. LESBIA for ever on me rails, To talk of me fhe never fails. 5 Mr JASON HASSARD, a woollen-drapier in Dublin, put up the fign of the golden fleece, and defired a motto in verse. ASON, the valiant Prince of Greece, JASC From Colchos brought the golden fleece; The AUTHOR's manner of living. N rainy days alone I dine ON Upon a chick, and pint of wine. • England. LA3 i On rainy days I dine alone, And pick my chicken to the bone: Yet where he's not fo rich as I; 5. I pay my club, and fo good b'y' 10 To a LADY, who defired the author to write fome verfes upon her in the heroic style. Written at London in the year 1726. AFTER venting all my spite, Tell me, what have I to write? Ev'ry error I would find Through the mazes of your mind, HEARKEN what my Lady fays; Where a fault should move your pity. You would teach me to be wife; 10 25 20 BRED a fondling and an heirefs; 35 40 THUS you have my cafe at large; And may now perform your charge. Those materials I have furnish'd, 45 When by you refin❜d and burnish'd, Muft, that all the world may know 'em, 60 65 70 75 'Tis but juft you should produce With each fault each fault's excufe: Not to publish ev'ry trifle, Due regard for men of wit ? With good words and count'nance sprightly THINK not cards my chief diverfion; 'Tis a wrong unjust afperfion: I fhall read and think with pleasure ; Now, methinks, I hear you cry, 80 85 00 |