BLEST THE SEGAR. A PARODY ON SAPPHO'S ODE (TRANSLATED BY PHILLIPS.) as old Homer's gods is he, The man, at night from trouble free, 'Tis this, that oft hath sooth'd my breast,, VERSES ON THE CREW OF A CERTAIN VESSEL, Several of whom happened to be of the same Name with · celebrated Clergymen. (FRENEAU.) IN life's unsettled, odd career, What changes every day appear eye Are here transform'd to swearing beasts, Here Bonner, bruis'd with many a knock, . And Watts, that once such pleasure took, Here Burnet, Tillotson, and Blair, ANNE-OR, THE GRACES. (AMERICAN MUSEUM.) INSTRUCTED to hold up her head; With grace to sing, with grace to tread- A CATCH TO A COMPANY OF BAD FIDDLE-SCRAPERS. MAY (AMERICAN MUSEUM.) ye never play in tune, In the morning, night, or noon: May the strings be ever breaking, I EPIGRAM. (AMERICAN MUSEUM.) TELL thee, dear girl, and believe me, 'tis true, I never beheld such a creature as you. Such wit! and such beauty!-such taste and such pride! Thou ne'er hadst an equal since Jezabel died. THE SUICIDE. (AMERICAN MUSEUM.) Virginibus puerisq; canto. HoR. III. OD. 1. SCENES of mirth and joy, farewel! Render not her efforts vain. Ye, who tender passions know, And you, ye fair, example take Who to your charms shall make pretence, If virtue, beauty, wit, and sense In vain combine to please you? THE CARPENTER AND THE COFFINS. Let Damon's fate your pity share; Long sought he Chloe's heart to gain; But Chloe, cruel, cruel fair, Return'd his passion with disdain. Lo! at her feet he sues for grace; Sighs, more than words, his flame discover; Whilst, trickling down his beauteous face, The big round drops confess the lover! In vain his tears, in vain his sighs- He draws his sword in wild despair; 57 THE FLYMOUTH CARPENTER, AND THE COFFINS. (PINDAR.) IN the last war, French pris'ners often dy'd, And vermin, and all sorts of dirt; And multitudes of motley stinks, That might with smells of any clime compare, As coffins are deem'd necessary things, For wafting men to graves, for t' other world; I EPIGRAM. (AMERICAN MUSEUM.) TELL thee, dear girl, and believe me, 'tis true, I never beheld such a creature as you. Such wit! and such beauty!-such taste and such pride! Thou ne'er hadst an equal since Jezabel died. THE SUICIDE. (AMERICAN MUSEUM.) Virginibus puerisq; canto. HOR. III. OD. 1. SCENES of mirth and joy, farewel! Render not her efforts vain. Ye, who tender passions know, And you, ye fair, example take Nor still persist the hearts to break, Who to your charms shall make pretence, If virtue, beauty, wit, and sense In vain combine to please you? |