Behold his warlike banners wave! Like Britain's oak the hero stands: He wrests the wreath from Richelieu's' brows, And Europe's chiefs his name revere. With partial conquest on their side, Hibernia2, with maternal care, His labour'd statue lifts on high: And lift your Blakeney to the skies. 1 Commander of the expedition against Port Mahon. 2 A statue was erected in Dublin to the memory of General Blakeney, who was a native of Ireland. EPISTLES. TO A YOUNG WIDOW, LET bashful virgins, nicely coy, Through fearfulness refuse. Will you the pleasing conflict tried, But if, my fair! the widow's name Take, take me to thy twining arms Thou 'lt be a widow every night (Thy wondrous power confess'd!) And, as I die in dear delight, TO DELIA. SAY, my charmer! right or wrong, TO CHLOE, ON A CHARGE OF INCONSTANCY. How can Chloe think it strange, Time should make a lover change? Time brings all things to an end, Courage can't the blow defend. See, the proud aspiring oak Falls beneath the fatal stroke: If on Beauty's cheek he preys, Straight the rosy bloom decays: Joy puts out his lambent fires, And, at Time's approach-expires. How can Chloe think it strange, Time should make a lover change? TO CHLOE, IN AN ILL HUMOUR. CONSIDER, Sweet maid! and endeavour To conquer that pride in thy breast; It is not a haughty behaviour Will set off thy charms to the best. The ocean, when calm, may delight you; 'Tis thus when good humour diffuses TO MR. H YES, Colin, 'tis granted, you flutter in lace, Nor tease the sweet maid with your jargon of chat, Your taste-your complexion-your this—and your that, Nor lisp out the end of your song. For folly and fashion you barter good sense (If sense ever fell to your share), 'Tis enough you could pert petit maître commence, Laugh-loiter-and lie with an air. No end you can answer; affections you've none; Made only for prattle and play : Like a butterfly, bask'd for a while in the sun, You'll die undistinguish'd away. TO THE AUTHOR OF POEMS, WRITTEN BY NOBODY'. ADVANCE to Fame-advance reveal'd! Dan Phoebus did with joy discern APOLLO, TO THE COMPANY AT HARROWGATE. FROM my critical court, at a quarterly meeting; To my Harrowgate subjects this embassy greeting: Whereas, from the veteran poets complaint is Their works are no longer consider'd as dainties; And Shakspeare and Congreve, Farquhar and others, The tragical-comical-farcical brothers, Petition us oft for some gents and some ladies [is). (Our subjects, no doubt, since dramatic their trade We govern their stational stage by direction, And send them to you for your friendly protection; 1 Robertson, an actor belonging to the York company. |