EPITAPH ON. FOP, A DOG BELONGING TO LADY THROCKMORTON. [August, 1792.] THOUGH once a puppy, and though Fop by name, Here moulders One whose bones some honour claim No sycophant, although of spaniel race, And though no hound, a martyr to the chase— Ye squirrels, rabbits, leverets, rejoice, Your haunts no longer echo to his voice; This record of his fate exulting view, He died worn out with vain pursuit of you. “Yes” the indignant shade of Fop replies— "And worn with vain pursuit, Man also dies." SONNET ΤΟ 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. [October, 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 face With 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 superiour grace. But this I mark-that symptoms none of wo Since, on maturer thought, the cause is clear: For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see ON RECEIVING HAYLEY'S PICTURE. [January, 1793.]. In language warm as could be breath'd or penn'd, Thy picture speaks th' Original, my Friend, EPITAPH ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELEY. [April 1793.] TEARS flow, and cease not, where the good man lies, Till all who knew him follow to the skies. Tears therefore fall where Chester's ashes sleep; ON A PLANT OF VIRGIN'S BOWER DESIGNED TO COVER A GARDEN-SEAT. [Spring of 1793.] THRIVE, gentle plant; and weave a bow'r And deck with many a splendid flow'r Thou cam'st from Eartham, and wilt shade Some future day th' illustrious head Of Him who made thee mine. Should Daphne show a jealous frown, Thy cause with zeal we shall defend, TO MY COUSIN, ANNE BODHAM, ON Receiving from her a Network Purse, made by herself. [May 4, 1793.] My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, Than plaything for a nurse, I danc'd and fondled on my knee, A kitten both in size and glee, Gold pays the worth of all things here: I, therefore, as a proof of love, Esteem thy present far above INSCRIPTION For an Hermitage in the Author's Garden. [May, 1793.] THIS cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, TO MRS. UNWIN. [May, 1793.] MARY! I want a lyre with other strings, Such aid from heav'n as some have feign'd they drew, An eloquence scarce giv'n to mortals, new But thou hast little need. There is a book There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine, |