The fop, who wounds the virgin's ear
With aught that fenfe would blufh to hear,
Or, falfe to honour, mean and vain,
Defames the worth he cannot ftain:
The light coquet, with various art,
Who cafts her net for every heart,
And fmiling flatters to the chace
Alike the worthy and the base:
The dame, who, proud of virtue's praise,
Is happy if a fifter ftrays,

And, confcious of unclouded fame,
Delighted, fpreads the tale of fhame:
But far, O! banish'd far be they,
Who hear, unmov'd, the orphan's cry,
Who fee, nor with to wipe away,

The tear that fwells the widow's eye;
Th' unloving man, whose narrow mind
Difdains to feel for human-kind,

At others blifs whofe cheek ne'er glows,
Whose breast ne'er throbs with others woes,
Whofe hoarded fum of private joys
His private care alone destroys;
Ye fairies caft your spells around,

And guard from fuch this hallow'd ground!
But welcome all, who figh with truth,
Each conftant maid and faithful youth,
Whom mutual love alone hath join'd,
Sweet union of the willing mind!
Hearts pair'd in heaven, not meanly fold,
Law-licens'd prostitutes for gold;

And

way;

And welcome thrice, and thrice again,
The chofen few, the worthy train,
Whofe fteady feet, untaught to stray,
Still tread where virtue marks the
Whofe fouls no thought, whofe hands have known
No deed, which honour might not own;
Who, torn with pain, or stung with care,
In others blifs can claim a part,

And, in life's brightest hour, can fhare

Each

pang that wrings another's heart:
Ye guardian sprights, when fuch ye fee,
Sweet peace be theirs, and welcome free!
Clear be the fky from clouds or showers!
Green be the turf, and fresh the flowers!

And that the youth, whofe pious care
Lays on your fhrine this honeft prayer,
May, with the reft, admittance gain,
And visit oft this pleasant scene,
Let all who love the Mufe attend!
Who loves the Mufe is Virtue's friend.
Such then alone may venture here,
"Who, free from guilt, are free from fear;
Whofe wide affections can embrace
The whole extent of human race;
Whom Virtue and her friends approve;
Whom Cambridge and the Muses love.

SONNET,

SONNET —Written on the Sea Shore.
OUD are the Surges of the angry main

When tempest rages with tumultuous sway,
When howling winds deform the liquid plain,
And all is chaos wild, and drear dismay.

See yon poor bark its utmost fury brave Whilft o'er the shatter'd deck the billows roll, Scarce heaves her lab'ring fide above the wave; Sad emblem of my tempeft beaten foul.

Yet fhall these terrors of the deep subside These angry waves and hideous storms fhall cease; She in her deftin'd port fhall fafely ride, And all be hufh'd in harmony and peace." Ah! when fhall I attain that peaceful fhore, Where ftorms fhall vex the harrafs'd foul no more.

On the ROYAL MARRIAGE ACT.

Q

UOTH Dick to Tom,-This Act appears
Abfurd, as I'm alive:

To rake the Crown at eighteen years,

The Wife at twenty-five.

The myft'ry how shall we explain?

For, fure, as * Dowdeswell faid,

Thus early if they're fit to reign
They must be fit to wed!

Quoth Tom to Dick,-Thou art a fool,
And little know'ft of life;

Alas

'tis easier far to rule.

A kingdom than a wife.

INSTRUCTIONS

Mr Dowdeswell's Speech on the Royal Marriage Act.

* INSTRUCTIONS TO A PORTER.

OU! to whofe care I've now confign'd

YOU

My house's entrance, caution use,

While you discharge your truft, and mind
Whom you admit, and whom refuse.
Let no fierce paffions enter here,
Paffions the raging breaft that ftorm,
Nor fcornful pride, nor fervile fear,
Nor hate nor envy's pallid form.
Should avarice call-you'll let her know
Of heap'd up riches I've no ftore,
And that the has no right to go
Where Plutus has not been before.

Lo! -on a vifit hither bent

High plum'd ambition stalks about;

This and the following Poems marked with an Afterisk, were wrote by the late Mr Bedingfeld, of whom, the annexed account is taken from the Gentlemen's Magazine for December, 1789. "Mr Bedingfeld was the fon of Mr Bedingfeld, of York, (who is related to "Sir Richard Bedingfeld of Oxborough, in the county of Norfolk.) He was a young Man of fine parts; fer. ved a few years with Meff. Davidfons, Attornies at Newcastle; came to London about fix years ago; "was clerk to the late eminent conveyancer, Matthew Duane, Efq; fince whofe death, Mr Bedingfeld, prae"tifed as a chamber counsel (being a Roman Catholic) on his own accounts he died at Epping, Nov. 13, 1789,"

But thou'd he enter, sweet content
Will give me warning-fhut him out.
Ferhaps the Mufe may pafs this way,
And tho' full oft I've bent the knee,
And long invok'd her magic fway,
Smit with the love of harmony;
Alone tho' fhe might please-yet still
I know fhe'll with Ambition come;
With luft of Fame my heart she'll fill,
She'll break my reft-I'm not at home.
There is a Rafcal old and hideous,

Who oft (and fometimes not in vain)
Close at my gate has watch'd affiduous,
In hopes he might admittance gain.
His name is Care-if he should call,
Quick out of doors with vigour throw him;
And tell the mifcreant once for all

I know him not, I ne'er will know him.
Perhaps then Bacchus, foe to care,
May think he'll fure my favour win,
His promises of joy are fair

But falfe, you must not let him in.
But welcome that fweet power! on whom
The Young defires attendant move;
Still flufh'd with Beauty's vernal bloom,
Parent of blifs the Queen of Love.
O! you will know her, fhe has ftole
The luftre of my Delia's eye,
'Admit her, hail her-for my foul

Breathes double life when she is nigh.