But, fhould the fair, affected, vain, or nice,
Scream with the fears infpir'd by frogs or mice;
Cry, Save us, heav'n! a spectre, not a man!
Her hartfhorn snatch, or interpofe her fan:
If I my tender overture repeat;

O! may my vows her kind reception meet!
May she new graces on my form bestow,

And, with tall honours, dignify my

brow! *

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An Extempore EPIGRAM:
On a GIRL bringing in a Bottle of Wine.

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ERRESTIAL HEBE! come, and banish woe;

Let mighty wine in gen'rous bumpers flow:

All flame, all spirit, let the glafs go round;
Each face be brighten'd, and each with be crown'd.

* The manner in which our author has conducted this piece, is very remarkable. None, but one poffeffed of Mr. BLACK LOCK'S happy temper of mind, would have been fo pleafant at his own expence. However, left the Ladies of future ages fhould think this humorous defcription real, it may not be improper to tell them, that, if the original had been in the hands of a faithful Painter, the picture would by no means have been so ludicrous.

R. H.

ATLAS,

ATLAS, the prop of Jove's fublime abodes,

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Oft groans beneath the weight of ftagg'ring gods:
Their great example let us then pursue;
We cannot err in what our authors do:
Like them in joys unconscious of allay,
Laugh, drink, and fing eternity away.

To a GENTLEMAN, who asked my Sentiments of him.

D

An EPIGRAM.

EAR FABIUS! me if well you know,
You ne'er will take me for your foe;

If right yourself you comprehend,

You ne'er will take me for your friend.

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On PUNCH:

An EPIGRAM.

ENCE! reftlefs care, and low defign;

Hence! foreign compliments, and wine:

Let gen'rous BRITONS, brave and free,
Still boaft their Punch and honefty.

Life is a bumper fill'd by fate,

And we the guests who share the treat :
Where strong, infipid, sharp and sweet,
Each other duly temp'ring, meet.
A while with joy the scene is crown'd
A while the catch and toaft go

round:

And, when the full caroufe is o'er,

Death puffs the lights, and shuts the door.
Say then, phyficians of each kind,

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Who cure the body, or the mind;

What harm in drinking can there be,

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Since Punch and life so well agree?

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On MARRIAGE:

An EPIGRAM.

OUNG CELIA, now a blooming bride,
Sat from her friends apart, and cry'd;

Her faithful CHLOE view'd her care,
And thus confol'd the weeping fair :

GOOD heav'n! in tears! for fhame! look Nor cloud with tears your nuptial day.

If brides in tears receive their spouses,
What must the hapless wretch who lofes?
Befides, my dear, you know 'tis reason,

That all things have a proper season :

Now, 'tis in marriage a plain cafe,
That crying holds the second place.
Let vulgar fouls in forrow fink,
Who always act, and never think;
But, to reflecting minds like you,

Marriage can fure have nothing new.

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HOEVER feals the marriage vow,
'Tis well agreed, makes one of two;

But who can tell, fave G--d alone,

What numbers may make two of one.

I

NEVER bark'd when out of season

I never bit without a reason;

I ne'er infulted weaker brother;
Nor wrong'd by force nor fraud another.
Though brutes are plac'd a rank below,
Happy for man, he could fay fo!

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