Mr. J. M. S W -E. catechized on his Epiftle to Mr. POPE HAT makes you write at this odd rate ? What makes you steal and trifle so? A SERMON. UGUSTA, cheif of cities, raise thy head; No fervile awe forfook fair freedom's caufe; Grubftreet Journal, No 25. To Mrs. M. H. on her working a Coat W in SILK S.› 'HEN MIRA's hands her needle thread, To veiw a grove, or flow'ry bed, Beneath her fnowy fingers rife ! In ev'ry leaf fuch beauties dwell, So fair they spread, fo full they bloom Her fkilful fingers far excell The painter's quill; or artif's loom. On the rich bed fresh rofes blown, The jefmin and the myrtle meet; } }. And as they mingle, feem to own. More fair her cheek, ner breath more sweet. Which with the fnow in whiteness vies; The naked field no longer warms? Our rofes blaft, our myrtles chill: Victorious Victorious nymph! whofe hand has done Robb'd of it's pride; we here behold · AKING at ARMS difarm'd at LAW. ABALLAD by an unknown Hand. Y I. E fair injur'd nymphs, and ye beaus who deceive 'em, 'em ; Draw near, and attend, how the hero I fing II. Crefts, motto's, fupporters, and bearings knew he, He would fit a whole evening, and not without rapture, In forming his tables, nought griev'd him, but folely, He began to have thoughts of increafing his own. A damfel he chose, not too flow of belief, In different ftile to tie fafter the noose, He next would attack her in soft billet doux : His argent and fable were laid afide quite; Plain ENGLISH he wrote, and in plain black and white. VI. A VI. Against fuch atchievements, what beauty could fence? Or who would have thought it was all but pretence ; His pain to relieve, and fulfil his defire, The lady agreed to join hands with the 'fquire. VII. The 'fquire in a fret, that the jeft went so far, Confider'd with fpeed, how to put in a bar: His words bound not him, fince her's did not confine her; And that is plain law, because mifs is a minor. Mifs briskly reply'd, that the law was too hard, IX. She handled him fo, that few would (I warrant,) X.. I : Ye herolds produce, from the time of the NORMANS, In all your records, fuch a bafe non-performance Or if without inftance the cafe is we touch on; Let this be fet down as a blot in his fcutcheon. On Mr. M---RES going to Law with Mr. GILLIVER, inferib'd to Attorney TIBBALD. NCE in his life M---RE judges right: An author that could never write, A gentleman that dares not fight, Has but one way to teaze---by law. W Grub Grubftreet Journal, N° 26. SA An EPIGRA M. AID CHRIST the man, that's pure in heart, B LEST may the man be, by believing, An EPIGRAM. Gold watch found on cinder whore, A Or a good verfe on ---мY M Proves but what either fhou'd conceal, 1T1 E, EPITAPH on the Monument of the Honble ROBERT DIGBY, and of his Sifter the Honourable MARY DIGBY, in the Church of SHERBONE, in DORSETSHIRE, erected by their Father the Lord DIGBY. G O fair example of untainted youth, I Of modeft wifdom, and pacific truth; Juit of thy word, and in each thought fincere, Who knew no wifh, but what the world might hear; Lover of peace, and friend of human kind. Go! |