Anacreon and Stella

To Mr. Pratt, nów Lord Bayham, on his marriage

Marriage, a warning piece

Hints to Profeffors

To Mirth

Critical Minute

On the Duchefs of Devon's refufing a diamond collar

Mr. L's addrefs to the freemen of Lancaster

The Minister, in imitation of the Meffiah

British Beauties

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The Taylor

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The Mifanthrope

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Paraphrafe of a Greek Ode

On Mr. Fox and Mr. Haftings at Cheltenham

Characters of Mr. Fox and Mr. Burke

To Clara

To Fortune

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AS Y LU M

F O R

FUGITIVE PIECES.

WRITTEN AT NICE,

AUGUST 1743.

BY THE RIGHT HON. HENRY FOX, LATE LORD HOLLAND.

O! Where are all the winds? O! who will seize

And bear me gafping to fome northern breeze?
Or weftward to yon Pyrenæans go

Lay me where lies the yet unmelted fnow.

O! my foul's panting with in mid-day dreams!

O! native foil! O! verdure, woods, and streams,
Where are ye? And thou! lovely Redlynch! where
Thy graffy prospects, and thy vernal air?

O! fend thy fpacious waters to my aid,
Lend me thy lofty elm's protecting fhade;

VOL. II.

B

Hence

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Henceforth within thy limits let me live
O! England! injured climate! I forgive
Thy spleen-inflicting mists, thy gloomy days,
I'll think thy clouds but intercept fuch rays
As now rage here, before whofe hostile blaze
The waters fhrink, withers herb, fruit, and grain,
And the blood throbs in the distemper'd vein.
So fhall I pleafed behold thy low'ring skies,
Contented fee thy thickest fogs arise,

For e'en to thy November's arms, to fhun
This painful heat, with transport would I run.

HAVING WON AT HAZARD,

ON TWELVTH NIGHT, AT COURT.

BY THE SAME.

IN all we fay, or write, or do
We still have beauty in our view.
Before a Knight the lifts will enter
Some Dulcinea bids him venture,
To whom, if haply he fucceed,
He ftrait imputes the glorious deed;
'Twas not his ftrength or skill in arms,
But his bright Dame's fuperior charms.
Thus when we read in modern wars
By Pandours, Croats, and Huffars,

How

How towns are ftorm'd, how fquadrons fall,
'Tis their Queen's beauty does it all.
This truth does in Religion hold,

How languid here! how faint! how cold!
But mark the Catholic's devotion,
And who can paint his ftrong emotion.
Adoring, while his prayer he's urging,
A Raphael's, or a Guido's virgin ?

This truth's in Poetry fo known

That, left no Mistress of his own
Should deign to guide the Poet's quill,
The Mufes ply on Pindus' hill

With face, and form, and voice divine,
And he may have his choice of nine.

Thus, knowing well this maxim, Fox
Could not be brought to touch the box,
Till lovely Pembroke lent her aid,
And smiled upon him as he played.
To fhew fhe was fincere too, went
I think they say, 'twas two per cent.
'Twas then infpired the dice he threw,
'Twas then, as if her mind they knew,
The dice in quick obedience flew.

But as all joys are mix'd with care,
He fancies now it scarce was fair;
(Hard fate! if spite of follies past
He for a fharper pass at last :)

Yet if he knew in Fortune's scale
Superior beauty would prevail,
What chance had Harrington or Wade,
Unless they found fome lovely maid
Whose charms might Pembroke's charms excell?
And where fuch prodigy fhould dwell,
Nor Heav'n, nor Earth, nor Muse can tell.

WITH A CHINA CHAMBERPOT,

TO THE COUNTESS OF HILLSBOROUGH.

BY THE SAME.

Too proud, too delicate to tell her wants
Her lover guesses them, and gladly grants;
The wish that he still trembles to explain

She long has known, but bids him wifh in vain ;
With tears inceffant he laments his cafe,
And can have fmall occafion for this vafe.
Go then beneath her bed or toilet stand,
But chiefly after tea be near at hand;
Sure of her notice then, then take your fill,
Nor fear one drop her tidy hand should spill,
Though Cyder or Champagne supply the fource,
And laughter hurry forth the rapid course.

Whe