Like man, he imitates each fashion, And malice is his ruling paffion: But both in malice and grimaces, View him foon after to inferiors, At court, the porters, lacqueys, waiters, And footmen, lords and dukes can act. Behave alike, for all ape all. EPITAPH EPITAPH N DR. PARNEL. tomb, infcrib'd to gentle PARNEL's name, speak our gratitude, but not his fame. but feels his fweetly-moral lay, o truth through pleasure's flowery way? nes confefs'd his tuneful aid, و that lent him genius, was repaid: im the tribute we bestow, -y breath of fame below: SONG SONG FROM THE ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY. HE wretch, condemn'd with life to part, TH Still, ftill on hope relies ; And ev'ry pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rife! Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way; And ftill, as darker grows the night, SONG. MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain; To former joys, recurring ever, And turning all the paft to pain. Thou, like the world, the oppreft oppreffing, And he who wants each other bleffing, In thee must ever find a foe. THE THE CLOWN's REPLY. JOHN TROTT was defired by two witty peers, To tell them the reafon why affes had ears? "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given "letters, "Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters: "Howe'er, from this time, I shall ne'er fee your graces, "As I hope to be fav'd! without thinking on affes." H ΕΡΙΤΑΡΗ ON EDWARD PURDON.* ERE lies poor NED PURDON, from mifery freed, He led fuch a damnable life in this world, I don't think he'll with to come back. *Who tranflated Voltaire's HENRIADE. THE |