JOHANNES jacet hic Mirandula-cætera norunt Et Tagus et Ganges-forsàn et Antipodes. APPLIED TO F. C. HERE Francis Chartres lies *-be civil! PETER EPIGRAM. ETER Complains, that God has given 'Tis good to have a friend at court. ANOTHER. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come: EPITAPH OF BY-WORDS. HERE lies a round woman, who thought mighty odd Ev'ry word she e'er heard in this church about God. To convince her of God the good Dean did endeavour; But still in her heart she held Nature more clever. * Thus applied by Mr. Pope: "Here lies lord Coningsby." H. Tho' he talk'd much of virtue, her head always run EPIGRAM FROM THE FRENCH. SIR, I admit your gen'ral rule, EPITAPH. WELL then, poor G lies under ground So there's an end of honest Jack. So little justice here he found, 'Tis ten to one he'll ne'er come back. EPIGRAM ON THE TOASTS OF THE KIT-CAT CLUB. ANNO 1716. WHENCE deathless KIT-CAT took its name, Few criticks can unriddle: TO A LADY, WITH THE TEMPLE OF FAME. WHAT'S fame with men, by custom of the nation, About them both why keep we such a pother? VERSES To be placed under the Picture of England's Arch Poet, [sit Richard Blackmore,] containing a complete Catalogue of his Works. SEE who ne'er was or will be half read! Who first sung Arthur *, then sung Alfred +; Till all true Englishmen cried, Hang her! And of Redemption ‡‡ made damn'd work. What wonders there the man grown old did! * Two heroick poems in folio, twenty books. + An heroick poem, in twelve books. An heroick poem in folio, ten books. Instructions to Vanderbank, a tapestry weaver. Satire against Wit. **Of the Nature of Man. ++ Creation, a poem, in seven books. The Redeemer, another heroick poem, in six books. 74 VERSES ON ENGLAND'S ARCH-POET. What punishment all this must follow? To treat him like her sister Scot? BOUNCE TO FOP: AN EPISTLE FROM A DOG AT TWICKENHAM To thee, sweet Fop, these lines I send, + Canticles and Ecclesiastes. Paraphrase of the Canticles of Moses and Deborah, &c. The Lamentations. The whole book of Job, a poem, in folio. Kick him on the breech, not knight him on the shoulder. |