In profitable pomp and pride,

With plants and fruits encompass'd ride;
And to the crowd each market day,

His learning and his wit display.

EPIGRAM,

WRITTEN UPON LORD BURLINGTON'S HOUSE AT CHISWICK,

BY LORD HERVEY, OR LORD Chesterfield.

POSSESSED of one great hall for state,
Without one room to sleep or eat;
How well you build let Flattery tell,
And all mankind how ill you dwell.

TO THE EARL OF BURLINGTON,

ASKING WHO WRIT THE ABOVE VERSE AGAINST HIM.

You wonder who this thing has writ,

So full of fibs, so void of wit?

Lord! never ask who thus could serve ye,

Who can it be but fibster H-?

ON THE LORD H——

BY ANOTHER HAND.

Or charms most lady-like possess'd,
With not one useful talent bless'd,
How handsome, let your glass set forth,
And all mankind how little worth.

AN EPIGRAM

ON THE CELEBRATED PRINT INSCRIBED TO SIR R— W—.1

THREE Frenchmen, grateful in their way,
Sir R-'s glory would display;
Studious, by sister arts t'advance
The honour of a friend of France:
They consecrate to W-'s fame,
Picture and verse and anagram.

With mottoes quaint the print they dress,
With snakes, with rocks, with goddesses.
The lines beneath the subject fit,
As well for quantities as wit.

Thy glory, W—, thus enroll'd,

Ev'n foes delighted may behold,

A print by Fourdrinier with emblems and devices, and six Latin verses.

For ever sacred be to thee

Such sculpture and such poetry!
For nothing but thy name can raise
Such panegyric into praise.

July 16, 1730.

A QUESTION BY ANONYMOUS.

TELL, if you can, which did the worse,
Caligula or Grafton's Grace?

That made a consul of a horse,
And this a Laureate of an ass.

AN EPIGRAM.

WHY envious, bards, such clamours will

you raise, Against your elder brother crown'd with bays? Has it not ancient, annual custom been

For wreaths of bays t'adorn old posts with

green?

EPIGRAM.

THE wonders of this age to latest time

Shall shine transmitted down in prose and rhyme:

For see! two equal pens their tribute bring,
Oldmixon shall record, and Cibber sing.

Dec. 17, 1730.

ANSWER TO AN EPIGRAM,

Printed in the St. James's Evening Post, Dec. 12, and ending, "Admire a Virgil, and disdain a Pope.”

If none must be admir'd but poets born,
Admire a Homer, and a Virgil scorn;
Admire a Horace, and contemn Boileau ;
Admire a Dryden, and despise a Rowe;
But if on such as these with scorn we look,
What must be done to Welsted, Tibbald, Cooke?

Dec. 24. 1730.

WHAT! Cibber laureate made! O heavens! forbear All ye Nonjurors, if you can, to swear.

Jan. 7, 1731.

GREAT George, such servants since thou well canst

lack,

Oh! save the salary, and drink the sack.

Nov. 12, 1730

BEHOLD! ambitious of the British bays,
Cibber and Duck contend in rival lays.
But, gentle Colley, should thy verse prevail,
Thou hast no fence, alas! against his flail :
Therefore thy claim resign, allow his right:
For Duck can thresh, you know, as well as write.

Nov. 19, 1730

AN EPIGRAM,

Occasioned by a late Acrostic upon Sir Robert Walpole, published in the Daily Journal.

WHEN Costive poets from distemper'd brain
Dull anagrams or low conundrums strain;
Or smear thee, Walpole, with acrostic dross,
O raise thy arm, and lay thy stick across.
Nov. 19, 1730.

EPIGRAM,

Upon the author of the Critical Review of the public buildings saying, "I own myself much pleased with the design of filling up Fleet ditch."

Ask you why R- - so triumphs in his mirth? The cause is plain; Fleet ditch is stopp'd with earth: