BY A IM PRO MTU, GENTLEMAN OF THE TEMPLE, ON THE SIGHT OF ONE OF THE CROYDON BELLES, IN THE COURT AT ASSIZES. KINGSTON, DURING THE WHILST petty offences and felonies fmart, «> Concluding no Peers can be fummoned to try you. TO MR. PITT, ON HIS TAX ON WOMEN. Why should you try to punish those, Who never took you in? May, 1785. ON I 4 ON A ROSE. WHAT beauty has the rofe! But ah! how foon it flies! How very fcon it dies! While youth and vigour meet, A few, few years pafs'd by, He's trodden under feet. LINES ON THE DEATH OF DR. BURTON, BY THE ADDRESSED TO HIS SCHOLARS. BATHE not for me, dear youths, your mournful In bitter tears o'er blooming Beauty's grave That That from my struggling bofom parts shall rife Fervent with you: May Wickham's much-lov'd walls Be ftill with science, fame, and virtue bleft; TRANSLATION OF A GREEK EPIGRAM, BY MR. TYRWHITT, ON A TEA-CHEST OF MRS. HEBERDEN'S, MADE OF OLIVE-WOOD, WHICH WAS FOUND AT ATHENS BY MR. STUART. IN Attic fields, by fam'd Iliffus flood, A tree to Pallas facred once I ftood; Now, torn from thence, with graceful emblems drest, For Mira's tea I form a polish'd chest. Athens, farewel-nor yet do I repine For my Socratic fhades and patronefs divine. THE PRIEST AND DOCTOR. AN ECLOGUE. ADDRESSED TO THE ABERGAVENNIANS. Qui me commorit (melius non tangere clamo) DINNER was ended, and with gentle fips, A cuftom lately adopted by that gentleman, of drinking porter after dinner, out of a wine glass, PRIEST. PRIEST. Parent of evil! whofe infernal power Flame hall thy altars, with unwonted fire, DOCTOR. Hear me too, SATAN! Never to thy laws By my dread art! Say but "the palm is mine," PRIEST.. And durft thou then, with me difpute the prize? |