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 shall teach our breast 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 shall know thou conquereft, though dead! Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.

ON

ON A

BEAUTIFUL YOUTH,

STRUCK BLIND BY

LIGHTNING.

SURE 'twas by Providence
Providence defign'd,

Rather in pity, than in hate,
That he fhou'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 cause of fear.

THE

GOOD-NATUR'D MAN:

A

COMEDY.

AS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE-ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN :

FIRST PRINTED IN M,DCC,LXVIII.