ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT. REV. SAMUEL WESLEY. WHILE Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, See him, when starved to death and turn'd to dust, The poet's fate is here in emblem shown- ON THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF THE WHIG ASSOCIATES OF THE PRINCE REGENT, AT NOT OBTAINING OFFICE. YE politicians, tell me, pray, CHARLES LAMB. Why thus with woe and care rent? TO PROFESSOR AIREY, On his marrying a beautiful woman. SIDNEY SMITH AIREY alone has gained that double prize, His marriage-vows have drawn a mortal down. ON LORD DUDLEY AND WARD. SAMUEL ROGERS "THEY say Ward has no heart, but I deny it; EPIGRAMS OF LORD BYRON. TO THE AUTHOR OF A SONNET BEGINNING “SAD IS MY VERSE,' YOU SAY, AND YET NO TEAR.'"' THY verse is "sad" enough, no doubt, Yet there is one I pity more, And much, alas! I think he needs it- Who, to his own misfortune, reads it. The rhymes, without the aid of magic, Although by far too dull for laughter. But would you make our bosoms bleed, WINDSOR POETICS. On the Prince Regent being seen standing between the coffins of Henry VIII. and Famed for contemptuous breach of sacred ties, Ah! what can tombs avail, since these disgorge ON A CARRIER WHO DIED OF DRUNKENNESS. John Adams lies here, of the parish of Southwell, EPIGRAMS OF BARHAM. ON THE WINDOWS OF KING'S COLLEGE REMAINING BOARDED. Loquitur Discipulus Esuriens. PROFESSORS, in your plan there seems While thus we see your windows block'd, If nobody complains; Yet everybody must be shock'd, To see you don't take pains. Leave us no longer in the lurch, With Romans, Greeks, and Hindoos: But give us beef instead of birch, And board us--not your windows. [IMITATED FROM MARTIAL.] A friend I met, some half hour since- Fail not-(low bows the supple knave) The king can do no wrong? As I'm a sinner, EHEU FUGACES. What Horace says is, Eheu fugaces Anni labunter, Postume, Postume! Years glide away, and are lost to me, lost to me! Now, when the folks in the dance sport their merry toes, ANONYMOUS EPIGRAMS. ON A PALE LADY WITH A RED-NOSED HUSBAND. WHENCE Comes it that, in Clara's face, The lily only has its place? Is it because the absent rose Has gone to paint her husband's nose? UPON POPE'S TRANSLATION OF HOMER So much, dear Pope, thy English Homer charms, That after ages will with wonder seek RECIPE FOR A MODERN BONNET. Two scraps of foundation, some fragments of lace, MY WIFE AND I As my wife and I, at the window one day, Who was driving a stout little donkey. "There's a relation of yours in that carriage." ON TWO GENTLEMEN, One of whom, O'Connell, delayed a duel on the plea of his wife's illness; the other declined on account of the illness of his daughter. Some men, with a horror of slaughter, WELLINGTON'S NOSE. "Pray, why does the great Captain's nose |