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Such in thy verfe fhall Nivernois be fhewn :

France fhall with joy the fair resemblance own;

And Albion fighing bid her fons aspire

To imitate the merit they admire.

EPITAPH ON CAPTAIN GRENVILLE,

YE weeping Mufes, Graces, Virtues, tell

If, fince your all-accomplish'd Sydney fell,
You, or afflicted Britain, e'er deplor'd
A lofs like that these plaintive lays record!
Such fpotlefs honour; fuch ingenuous truth,
Such ripen'd wisdom in the bloom of youth!
So mild, fo gentle, fo compos'd a mind,
To fuch heroic warmth and courage join'd:
He too, like Sydney, nurs'd in Learning's arms,
For nobler war forfook her fofter charms:
Like him, poffefs'd of every pleasing art,
The fecret with of every female's heart:
Like him, cut off in youthful glory's pride,
He, unrepining, for his country dy'd.

ON CAPTAIN CORNWALL, SLAIN OFF TOULON, 1743.

THO

HOUGH Britain's genius hung her drooping head,

And mourn'd her ancient naval glory fled;

On that fam'd day, when France combin'd with Spain, Strove for the wide dominion of the main :

Yet,

Yet, Cornwall! all with general voice agree pay the tribute of applause to thee.

Το

When his bold chief, in thickest fight engag'd,
Unequal war with Spain's proud leader wag'd;
With indignation mov'd, he timely came,
To rescue from reproach his country's name :
Succefs too dearly did his valour crown;
He fav'd his leader's life, but loft his own.

ON GOOD HUMOUR.
Written at EATON-SCHOOL, 1729.

ΤΕΙ

ELL me, ye fons of Phoebus, what is this
Which all admire, but few, too few, poffefs?
A virtue 'tis to ancient maids unknown,

And prudes who spy all faults except their own.
Lov'd and defended by the brave and wife,
Though knaves abuse it, and like fools defpife.
Say, Wyndham, if 'tis poffible to tell,
What is the thing in which you most excel ?
Hard is the question, for in all you please;
Yet fure good-nature is your noblest praise;
Secur'd by this, your parts no envy move,
For

none can envy him whom all must love.
This magic power can make ev'n folly please,
This to Pitt's genius adds a brighter grace,
And fweetens every charm in Cælia's face.

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SOME

SOME

ADDITIONAL STANZAS

TO

ASTOLFO'S VOYAGE TO THE MOON,

WH

IN ARIOSTO.

I.

HEN now Aftolfo, ftor'd within a vase,
Orlando's wits had safely brought away;

He turn'd his eyes towards another place,

Where, clofely cork'd, unnumber'd bottles lay.
II.

Of finest crystal were thofe bottles made,

Yet what was there inclos'd he could not fee:
Wherefore in humble wife the Saint he pray'd,

To tell what treasure there conceal'd might be.
III.

"A wondrous thing it is," the Saint replied,
"Yet undefin'd by any mortal wight;
An airy effence, not to be defcried,

"Subtle and thin, that MAIDENHEAD is hight,

IV.

From earth each day in troops they hither come,
"And fill each hole and corner of the Moon;
For they are never eafy while at home,

"Nor ever owner thought them gone too foon.
V. "When

V.

"When here arriv'd, they are in bottles pent,
"For fear they should evaporate again;
"And hard it is a prifon to invent,
"So volatile a spirit to retain.

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VI.

"Those that to young and wanton girls belong Leap, bounce, and fly, as if they'd burst the "glafs:

"But thofe that have below been kept too long "Are fpiritlefs, and quite decay'd, alas!"

vit.

So fpake the Saint, and wonder feiz'd the Knight,
As of each veffel he th' infcription read;

For various fecrets there were brought to light;
Of which report on earth had nothing said.

VIII.

Virginities, that clofe confin'd he thought

In t' other world, he found above the sky;

His fifter's and his coufin's there were brought,

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Which made him fwear, though good St. John was by.

IX..

But much his wrath increas'd, when he efpied

That which was Chloe's once, his miftrefs dear: "Ah, falfe and treacherous fugitive!" he cried, "Little I deem'd that I fhould meet thee here.

X. "Did

X.

"Did not thy owner, when we parted last,

"Promise to keep thee fafe for me alone? "Scarce of our abfence three fhort months are past, “And thou already from thy post art flown.

XI.

"Be not enrag'd, replied th' Apostle kind

"Since that this maidenhead is thine by right, "Take it away; and, when thou haft a mind, "Carry it thither whence it took its flight."

XII.

"Thanks, Holy Father!" quoth the joyous Knight, "The Moon fhall be no lofer by your grace:

"Let me but have the use on 't for a night,
"And I'll restore it to its prefent place."

TOA

YOUNG

LADY.

I

WITH THE TRAGEDY OF

VENICE PRESERVED.

N tender Otway's moving fcenes we find

What power the gods have to your fex affign'd: Venice was loft, if on the brink of fate

A woman had not propt her finking state :
In the dark danger of that dreadful hour,

Vain was her fenate's wisdom, vain its power;

But,

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