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THE wretch condemn’d with life to part,
Still, still on hope relies ;
Bids expectation rise.
Hope, like the glimm’ring taper's light,
Emits a brighter ray.
O Memory! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain ;
Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe; And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.
JOHN TROTT was desir’d by two witty peers, To tell him the reason why asses had ears ; “ An't please you,” quoth John, “ I'm not given to
« letters, “ Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters, « Howe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, ar “ As I hope to be sav'd! without thinking on asses.”
* Edinburgh, 1753.
poor NED PURDON, from misery freed, Who long was a bookseller's hack : He led such a damnable life in this world,
I don't think he'll wish to come back.
* This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin ; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot foldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a fcribbler in the newspapers. He translated Voltaire's HENRIADE.
and out there
GOOD people all, with one accord,
Lament for madam Blaize,
From those who spoke her praise.
The needy feldom pass’d her door,
And always found her kind ;
She strove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wond'rous winning;
Unless when she was finning,