STANZAS

ON THE

TAKING OF QUEBEC.

AMIDST the clamour of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart;
Grief dares to mingle her foul-piercing voice,
And quells the raptures which from pleasure start.

O Wolfe, to thee a ftreaming flood of woe,

Sighing we pay, and think e'en conqueft dear; Quebec in vain fhall teach our breaft to glow, Whilft thy fad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear.

Alive the foe thy dreadful vigour fled,

And faw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes : Yet they fhall know thou conquereft, though dead! Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.

ON

C

ON A

BEAUTIFUL YOUTH,

STRUCK BLIND BY

LIGHTNING.

SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,
Rather in pity, than in hate,

That he shou'd be, like Cupid, blind,

To fave him from Narciffus' fate.

A SONNET.

A SONNET.

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,

Loft to every gay delight;

Myra, too fincere for feigning,
Fears th' approaching bridal night,

Yet why impair thy bright perfection!
Or dim thy beauty with a tear?
Had Myra follow'd my direction,
She long had wanted caufe of fear,

THE

GOOD-NATUR'D MAN:

A

COMEDY.

AS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE-ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN:

FIRST PRINTED IN M,DCC,LXVIII.