Titus, a champion at the game of whift,
No finish'd gamester ever could refist ;
For Titus, tutor❜d in the modern school,
Finds fure fuccefs in this unerring rule-

Win fairly, if you can, aloof from fin;
'If not, at any rate, be sure you win.'
Thus he, with this good maxim full in view,
From Fashion gains one rule that Hoyle ne'er knew.
Should trumps or honours fail him in the nick,
He wins the doubtful game by one-odd trick.

Bardolph fought duels; and, to fhew his skill,
Pick'd quarrels with his friend, against his will:
And many a hero his well-pointed thrust
Has fent to mingle with his native duft.
At length, disease (that foe to human race)
Rag'd in his veins, and peel'd his purple face:
Four days he linger'd; ere the fifth was fled,
The grisly phantom, Death, approach'd his bed.
I come,' he cried, to lay thy honours low;
In me prepare to meet thy mortal foe.'
The gallant Bardolph started at the fight,
And begg'd one minute to prepare for fight.
Thy pray'r is vain,' the King of Terrors cried.
O! fpare me, then,' the duellift replied,
'One fecond, e're thy dreadful ftroke I meet;
'Alas! I never lack'd a fecond yet :'

No

No more!' cried Death :' to war we both ncline;

Thy trade has been to flay, and still is mine.
To Fashion's call thou ever didst reply;

And well thou know'ft the Fashion is to die!
Then take thy distance, and forbear to start.'
He spoke, and struck a weapon to his heart,

THE UNION OF FOLLY AND GOOD SENSE.

A N

IMITATION.

BY JOHN KENT, ESQ.

WHEN Tarquin had enjoy'd'her matchlefs charms,

Lucretia rufh'd to Death's more chilling arms:
When Dido's Prince gain'd... all his heart defir'd,
In fiercer flames the vanquifh'd Queen expir'd.
Ah! rash resolves! yet, here we justly trace
One pleafing leffon for the female race!
And mark good management with phrenzy join'd
Alike in Dido's, and Lucretia's mind!

Though both, in madness, to deftruction ran,

In wisdom, both refrain'd ....... till they bad tafled

man

EPIGRAM,

EPIGRAM,

ON MR. EDEN'S ACCEPTING THE OFFICE OF COM

MERCIAL NEGOCIATOR WITH THE COURT OF FRANCE.

FOR a Treaty with France, who than EDEN more

Enquires a Tory delighted;

By extracted conceffions Monfieur will be bir,
And all matters fairly be righted.

Our traffic will now fure be fettled at laft,
When Eden each grievance fhall tell;
For what Orator talks, or fo long, or fo faft,
For himfelf-who has TRAFFICK'D fo well?

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THE FOLLOWING EXTEMPORE WAS REPEATED BY LORD LYTTELTON TO LADY BROWN.

WHEN I was young and debonnaire,
The BROWNEST nymph to me was FAIR;
But now I'm old, and wiser grown,
The FAIREST nymph to me is BROWN.

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VERSES.

VERSES,

UPON THE YOUNGER BRANCHES OF THE ROYAL

FAMILY.

THE careful gard'ner, with unceafing toil, Thick fets with tender plants his fruitful foil; When grown, tranfplants the labours of his hand, Some here, fome there, around his native land!

So may this Ifle be nursery of the world! May various nations, with their fails unfurl'd, Tranfport thefe flowers, which on this land have grown,

Proud to transplant them early on their own!

Then, whil'ft each British rofe, in blufhes dreft, Some Prince fhall gather, to adorn his breast, The paler rofe with them fhall fear to vie, And FRANCE's jealous lilies droop and die!

WINTER.

THE fun withdraws his forceful ray,
In vapoury clouds he veils his head,
And Winter half obfcuring day,

Arifes from his icy bed:

Impetuous

Impetuous whirlwinds form his train,
Thick clouds and darkness round him lour,
He drives his blasts o'er every plain,

And Nature fhriuks aghaft, and owns his conquering. power.

The boisterous winds with ceaseless roar,
Bid the rough furges proudly rife,
Tempestuous beat the ravag'd fhore,
And strive t' engage the frowning skies:
In fnow built car with folemn pace,
Pale froft glides o'er the joyless plains,
He bids the raging waters cease

And binds the yielding waves with adamantine chains.

The trees refign their verdant hue,
And tremble at the whirlwind's found,
The rose befpangled o'er with dew
No longer fheds its fragrance round:
All beauty fades and Winter dire,
Tremendous holds imperial fway,

The storms proclaim their powerful fire,
And bellowing round his throne, with horrors blast

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