First then for custards, my dear Mary, The produce of your dainty dairy, For ftew'd, for bak'd, for boil'd, for roaft, With thankful tongue and bowing attitude, For wine, for ale, for fowl, for fish—for Say in what words and in what metre, And all the joyous flow of foul; For thefe, and every kind ingredient That form'd your love-your most obedient. To the Rev. Mr. POWELL, on the Non-performance of a Promise he made the Author of a Hare. FRIEND, with regard to this fame hare, Am I to hope, or to defpair? By By punctual poft the letter came, With P***LL's hand, and P***LL's name: Haft thou a hare, or haft thou fwallow'd her? But hold for on his country joking, To a warm Welchman's most provoking.. As for poor puss, upon my honour, I never fet my heart upon her. But any gift from friend to friend, Is pleafing in it's aim and end. I, like the cock, wou'd fpurn a jewel, A barley-corn wou'd be a gem. The SICK MONKEY.. Epigram I. A Lady fent lately for one Doctor Drug, To come in an instant, and clyfter poor Pug- The affair being ended, so sweet and so nice! He held out his hand with "you-know, ma'am, my price." 66 "Your price," fays the lady-" Why, Sir, he's your "brother, "And doctors must never take fees of each other." APOLLO and DAPHNE. Epigram II. WHEN Phoebus was amʼrous, and long'&to be rude, Mifs Daphne cry'd pifh! and ran fwift to the wood, And And rather than do fuch a naughty affair, The nymph was be fure of a cold constitution, The MISER and the MOUSE. Epigram III. (From the Greek.) To a Moufe fays a Mifer, « my dear Mr. Mouse, Pray what may you please for to want in my house ?" Says the Moufe," Mr. Mifer, pray keep yourfelf quiet,. "You are fafe in your perfon, your purfe, and your diet: "A lodging I want, which ev'n you may afford, "But none wou'd come here to beg, borrow, or board." Epigram IV. On a Woman who was finging Ballads for Money to bury her Husband. OR her Hufband deceas'd, Sally chants the fweet lay, But (I doubt) fince the fings for a dead man to-day, Το To the Right Hon. EARL of DARLINGTON, on his being appointed Paymafter of his Majefty's Forces. "The royal hand, my Lord, fhall raise "To nobler heights thy name; "Who praises thee fhall meet with praise, SMART'S ODE. WHAT the prophetic muse foretold is true, And royal juftice gives to worth its due; On |