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While thus we resolved, and the pasty delay'd,
I LATELY thought no man alive
And ventured to assert it.
That none could controvert it.
“No, sir,” said Johnson, “’tis not so ;
An instance, if you doubt it.
I wish you'd set about it."
Encouraged thus to mend my faults,
Which way I could apply it ;
And wit-I could not buy it.
Then come, my friends, and try your skill ;
(My books are at a distance) : With you I'll live and learn, and then Instead of books I shall read men,
So lend me your assistance.
Dear Knight of Plympton, teach me how
And smile serene as thine,
And calmly drink my wine. Thou say’st not only skill is gain’d, But genius, too, may be attain'd,
By studious imitation ; Thy temper mild, thy genius fine, I'll study till I make them mine
By constant meditation.
The art of pleasing teach me, Garrick,
A second time read o'er ;
And charm us thirty more.
In terms select and terse;
And Beauclerk, to converse.
Let Johnson teach me how to place
From him I'll learn to write :
Dr. Barnard, of Killaloe.
WHEN Molly smiles beneath her covy,
What can I do? on worky days
DID ever swain a nymph adore,
As I ungrateful Nanny do?
Or ever broken heart so true?
If Nanny call’d, did e'er I stay?
Or linger, when she bid me run?
And all she wish'd was quickly done.
To let her cows my clover taste,
Have I not rose by break of day?
If Robin in his barn had hay?
If ever Nanny lost a sheep,
Then cheerfully I gave her two;
Within my folds, in frost and snow.
'Twas I that did her pitchers fill;
Her corn I carried to the mill.
I'm sure they always had the best:
Ate up a peck of pease, at least : Her little pigeons kiss, but she Will never take a kiss from me. Must Robin always Nanny woo,
And Nanny still on Robin frown?
If Nanny does not love me soon?
THE FAIR STRANGER. HAPPY and free, securely blest, No beauty could disturb my rest ; My amorous heart was in despair To find a new victorious fair. Till you, descending on our plains, With foreign force renew my chains ; Where now you reign without control, The mighty sovereign of my soul. Your smiles have more of conquering charms Than all your native country's arms : Their troops we can expel with ease, Who vanquish only when we please.
But in your eyes, O! there's the spell !
A LOVER'S MESSAGE.
“ Ye little nymphs that hourly wait
To bring from Celia's eyes my fate,
And gently whisper Strephon dies. “ But if this won't lier pity move,
And the coy nymph disdains to love,
With leaden foot Time creeps along,
While Delia is away,
Nor tedious was the day.
Now double thy career;
WRITTEN AT AN INN.
To thee, fair Freedom! I retire,
From flattery, feasting, dice and din ; Nor art thou found in domes much higher
Than the lone cot or humble Inn. 'Tis here with boundless power I reign,
And every health which I begin, Converts dull port to bright champagne ;
For Freedom crowns it, at an Inn.