IN OBITUM

DOM. ELIZ. SHERIDAN,

FORMA, VOCE, ATQUE INGENIO,

INTER ORNATAS ORNATISSIMÆ,

AB IMO AMORES ITA SUSPIRAT

AMICUS.

EHEU! EHEU! LUGEANT MORTALES!

EJA VERO GAUDEANT CŒLESTES!

DULCES AD AMPLEXUS,

SOCIANS JAM CITHARÆ MELOS,

REDIT PERGRATA,

EN! ITERUM SOROR;

SUAVIUSQUE NIL MANET HOSANNIS.

SURE, every beauty, every grace,

- Which other females fhare,
Adorn'd thy mind, thy voice, thy face,
Thou faireft of the fair!-

Amidft the general diftrefs,

Oh! let a friend his grief exprefs! :

Yet whilft, alas! each mortal mourns,

Το

Rejoice! ye heavenly Choir!

your embraces the returns; And, with her focial lyre,

ELIZA now refumes her feat,

And makes your harmony compleat.

* Original "SOROR."

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ΤΟ

AN IRISH GENTLEMAN.†`

A CARD,

DECLINING AN INVITATION

ΤΟ

A CONVERSAZIONI.

SAINT Patrick's dean, though deaf, was Swift,

I'm deaf, alas! but flow:
True wit and humour were his gift,

But not my gift, you know.

As well might one that could not eat.

Attend your jovial cheer, As I difturb your higher treat

Of wit, I cannot hear.

The late worthy Dr. Domyille.

WRITTEN AFTER A

CONVIVIAL ENTERTAINMENT..

SATUR EST CUM DICIT HORATIUS EVE.

JUV..

THE Sheriff, to convene a county meeting,
To gentlemen and clergy fendeth greeting:
Hinting in each a different style of breeding,
Of birth, of rank-and elegance of feeding.

But those that dine with *K- will fee, delighted,
In him these various qualities united;

And find, as we this cheerful day have done,

The Gentleman and Clergyman in one.

My Sutor, sinton un? to obserer Drink & play wha

*A reverend and worthy baronet.

requish Inch you. please but don t for the Geriliman

HEROICK LOVE:

A DIALOGUE BETWEEN

DON QUIXOTE AND SANCHO PANCHA,

IN THE BROWN MOUNTAIN,

(When the squire returned from his embaffy to Lady Dulcinea.)!

WELL, Sancho, I confess indeed,

Like a good squire thou'ft made good speed:
Come! footh my anxious bosom's void,
And tell me how my love's employ'd.
Is fhe intent on ftringing pearls
To decorate her auburn curls,
Or making up her Bruffels lace
To fhade the beauties of her face?
Was fhe amidst the myrtle grove
Weaving the story of our love;
Or, on a moffy bank reclin'd,

Scothing with books her penfive mind;

*The joke was, inftead of going three days journey to Tobofo

the fquire returned with the curate and barber.