ON THE OLD BUST, WITH A SOUR AIR, ON MR. DRYDEN'S MONUMENT, IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY. A T Dryden's tomb,infcrib'd withSh-d's name, That mite, flow offer'd to establish'd fame! Fill'd with raw wonder, Tyro ftopt to gaze; And bless'd his bounteous Grace, in kind amaze; The guardian genius, from the facred duft, Re-kindling upwards, wak'd the quickening buft, Glowing from every awful feature-broke Difdainful life-and thus the marble spoke: "Teach thy blind love of honefty to fee, ""Tis not my monument, - tho' built on me. "Great peers, 'tis known, can in oblivion lie; "But no great poet has the power to die. "At cheap expence, behold engrafted fame! "The tack'd afsociate of a buoyant name. "The pompous craft one lucky lord fhall fave; "And Sh―d borrow life from Dryden's grave.” 'Twas faid—and, ere the short sensation died, The ftiffening marble writh'd its form afide: Back from the titled waste of mouldering state He turn'd-neglectful of the court, too late! And, fadly conscious of mifpointed praise, Frowns thro' the stone, and shrinks beneath his bays. ON O N O F THE LATE STEPHEN POYNTZ, ESQ. WRITTEN BY A YOUNG GENTLEMAN, WHEN F Riend to my life, and parent of my youth, Accept with kindness, what I give with truth, Forget the patron, and neglect the friend? No; tho' my mind no coftly prefent prove, Exalt my joy, and dignify my love, Yet cheerful truth fhall aid the mufe to pay Say, Poyntz, when, fmiling on thy natal hour, When love, unvex'd by troubles, or by cares, Does not more real blifs thy thoughts employ? O! could I live like thee, with equal fate, K Sublime Sublime the mufe should mount with stronger wing, And bold, the wilds of poetry explore CON O DE to February, Spring. Addreffed to Myra, CONTENT S. Page 1 Stanzas, occafioned by the forwardness of the spring, 3 5 On the first of February, 7 The third idyllium of Theocritus, translated, The nineteenth idyllium of Theocritus, translated, For life. From the Greek of Metrodorus, A parody on the epigram of Podifippus, 61 65 66 67 A paffage from Petronius, translated, Antipater's Greek epigram, on water-mills, tranflated, 68 70 71 72 73 75 79 81 86 89 The man of pleasure, 92 |