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PRINTED IN THE NORTHAMPTON MERCURY.
To purify their wine, some people bleed
Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things,
TO DR. AUSTIN, OF CECIL STREET, LONDON.
AUSTIN! accept a grateful verse from me,
Were in the power of verse like mine to give,
Friend of my friend! * I love thee, though unknown, And boldly call thee, being his, my own.
May 26, 1792.
THE SECOND PART: ON HER MARRIAGE TO GEORGE COURTENAY, ESQ.
BELIEVE it or not, as you choose,
The doctrine is certainly true,
That the future is known to the muse,
I did but express a desire
To see Catharina at home,
Such prophecy some may despise,
And therefore attains to its end.
Maria would leave us, I knew,
To the grief and regret of us all, But less to our grief, could we view Catharina the Queen of the Hall.
And therefore I wish'd as I did,
And therefore this union of hands
Since, therefore, I seem to incur
No danger of wishing in vain.
I will e'en to my wishes again-
And now I will try with another,
EPITAPH ON FOP, A DOG BELONGING TO LADY THROCKMORTON.
THOUGH Once a puppy, and though Fop by name,
And though no hound, a martyr to the chace—
"Yes," the indignant shade of Fop replies"And worn with vain pursuit, man also dies."
SONNET TO GEORGE ROMNEY, ESQ.
ON HIS PICTURE OF ME IN CRAYONS,
Drawn at Eartham in the 61st year of my age, and in the months of August and September, 1792.
ROMNEY, expert infallibly to trace
On chart or canvass, not the form alone And semblance, but however faintly shown, The mind's impression too on every faceWith strokes that time ought never to erase,
Thou hast so pencill'd mine, that though I own The subject worthless, I have never known The artist shining with superior grace.
But this I mark-that symptoms none of woe
Since, on maturer thought, the cause is clear; For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see When I was Hayley's guest, and sat to thee? October, 1792.
MARY AND JOHN.
IF John marries Mary, and Mary alone, 'Tis a very good match between Mary and John. Should John wed a score, oh, the claws and the
It can't be a match:-'tis a bundle of matches.
EPITAPH ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELEY.
TEARS flow, and cease not, where the good man lies,
And justly-few shall ever him transcend
TO MY COUSIN, ANNE BODHAM,
ON RECEIVING FROM HER A NETWORK PURSE, MADE BY HERSELF.
My gentle Anne, whom heretofore,
When I was young, and thou no more
Than plaything for a nurse,
I danced and fondled on my knee,
A kitten both in size and glee,
I thank thee for my purse.
Gold pays the worth of all things here;