Shou'd Genius a visit to Greatness presume, Disdain marks the Things in the Visiting-room, Be proud, if you please, ye gay Groups of Conceit, We know what ye feel, what ye pay for each treat, And we know too-Ye dare not complain. With unmeaning gaze pamper'd Wealth wheel'd along, With the Scurvy of Vanity swell'd, Took the snuff of Contempt at the more worthy throng, By whom he's with pity beheld. Come meek-ey'd Humility, lend me thy hand, Instruct me, that I may myself understand THE DEMIREP; OR, I KNOW WHO. TUNE. "Tho' Austria and Russia, France, Flanders, and Prussia." CLEOP YLEOPATRA the gay, as old stories declare, That the Lover was fond, and the Lady was fair, But yet I insist Our own Times are the best, Antiquity! what can that do, Sir? Faustina, or Thais, Compare to the fine Let Placemen receive, and let Patriots oppose, A Mistress's Arms is the Post I wou'd chuse, Are Ministers sport, When they see what to gain them folks do, Sir; I wish only to stand As Member for fine I know who, Sir. Possessors, Assessors, envelope the mind C The Lesson of Nature, to tutor Mankind, Who boast of their Knowledge, The Science Supreme never knew, Sir, That a Lecture of Love They have had with the fine I know who, Sir. You this or that system embrace or reject, But look in her face and you'll find an effect Tho' sparks there arise, What are they to her eyes? And as to what touching can do, Sir, When compar'd to the stroke That is given by fine I know who, Sir. The atoms of Cartes Si. Isaac destroy'd; Spite of prejudic'd Plenum's constructions. In the form of my Toast, More power than all of them knew, Sir; Will in Tangents fly off From the Center of fine I know who, Sir. Ye sensible Socials who dare, now and then, Lips, Legs, Arms, and Eyes, Such piece-meal pretensions won't do, Sir? When I mention my Toast, "Here's the WHOLE of the fine-I know who, Sir." BLEAK Winter is drove, by warm winds, to the North, And Spring's early pencil gay colours the Earth; Each Blossom expands its pied leaves to the Day, Creation's new cloath'd in the Livery of May. As thus, in Soliloquy, rambling along, I look'd tow'rds the Wood, there I heard a sweet Song; The Leaves gently fann'd to and fro' by the breeze, The Air a soft Symphony play'd thro' the trees. As a Hound after Hare the long meadow o'erleaps, It was something like Love which gave speed to my -steps; I beat thro' the Thicket, upon the Game sprung, Oh! how my heart beat, how alarm'd was my pride, The Lad and the Lass look'd like Eden's first pair, mad. I turn'd from the sight, then return'd in despair, Home heavily sighing, I halted along, Each Bird jarr'd my Head with its out-of-tune Song: In my books I expected some Nostrum to find, As Sorrow is dry, the best thing I cou'd do, A TIME FOR ALL THINGS. TUNE. "I am a young Damsel that flatters myself." Α AL LL things have their Time by the Hebrew What pity a Wise Man wou'd e'er play the Fool. · To be sure he was vain, and his women were vex❜d. |