With mine thy ferious aim unite, And both fome proper guests invite ; Enough to make a coxcomb puke; Poor Cupid, blushing, fhrug'd and winc'd, Said, 'twas, perhaps, the furer play, 85 90 95 To give your grave good fouls their way: For, of all cattle and all fowl, Your folemn-looking afs and owl Rais'd much more mirth, he durft aver it, He faid, and eastward fpread his wing, Who three long weeping years has borne Where once it flam'd, with cyprefs bound, And bid him, this one day, at least, For fuch a pair, at such a feast, But Hymen, fpeeding forward ftill, But, though not much on this he reckon❜d, Though he will laugh with men of whim, But lo, already on his way, In due obfervance of the day, A friend and favourite of the Nine, but feldom cares to shine, 115 120 125 Who can, 130 And one fole virtue would arrive at To keep his many virtues private. Who tends, well pleas'd, yet as by ftealth, Now feeds and rears, now starves and flaughters, His vegetable fons and daughters. 140 A. Mitchell, Efq. Minifter at the Court of Pruffia. While these are on their way, behold! Dan Cupid, from his London-fold, Firft feeks and fends his new Lord Warden 145 Brave as the fword he wears in fight; Plump Comus + in a colonel's coat; 150 Whom we, this day, expect from far, On whom we boldly dare repofe. To meet our friends, or meet our foes. 155 To baulk his ftomach or his reafon. 160 True to his mistress and his meat, He eats to love, and loves to eat. The late General Skelton. He had just then purchased a Houfe in Henrietta-ftreet. The late Col. Caroline Scott; who, though extremely corpulent, was uncommon'y active; and who, to much skill, spirit, and bravery, as an officer, joined the greatest gentleness of manners as a companion and friend. He died a facrifice to the public, in the service of the East-India Company, at Bengal, in the year 1755 Laft comes a virgin-pray admire her! Cupid himself attends, to squire her: A welcome guest! we much had mift her; 165 But, Cupid, let no knave or fool Snap up this lamb, to fhear her wool; No teague of that unblushing band, Juft landed, or about to land; 170 Thieves from the womb, and train'd at nurse, To steal an heiress or a purse. No fcraping, faving, faucy cit, Sworn foe of breeding, worth, and wit; No half-form'd infect of a Peer, 175 With neither land nor confcience clear; Who if he can, 'tis all he can do, Juft fpell the motto on his landau. From all, from each of these defend her; And round the table cordial fet; 180 185 And Pleasure at the fide-board stands, A nectar'd goblet in his hands, To pour libations, in due measure, As Reafon wills when join'd with Pleasure- Without one cloud of dim allay: 190 In every face let joy be feen, As truth fincere, as hope ferene: Let Friendship, Love, and Wit combine, EPIGRAM : 195 200 205 WRITTEN AT TUNBRIDGE WELLS, M,DCC,LX. W HEN Churchill led his legions on, Succefs ftill follow'd where he fhone. And are those triumphs, with the dead, |