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"Ah!" said the sighing peer,
"had Bute been
Nor M-'s R-'s, B-'s friendship vain, Far better scenes than these had bless'd our view,
And realized the beauties which we feign:
"Purged by the sword, and purified by fire, Then had we seen proud London's hated walls;
Owls would have hooted in St. Peter s choir, And foxes stunk and litter'd in St. Paul's."
OR, THE CAMBRIDGE COURTSHIP.
This tart lampoon was written a short time previous to the election of a high steward of the University of Cambridge, for which office the noble lord alluded to made an active canvass.
WHEN sly Jemmy Twitcher had smugg'd up his face,
With a lick of court white-wash, and pious grimace,
A wooing he went, where three sisters of old In harmless society guttle and scold.
"Lord! sister," says Physic to Law, "I declare,
Such a sheep-biting look, such a pick-pocket air!
Not I for the Indies:-You know I'm no prude, But his name is a shame, and his eyes are so lewd!
Then he shambles and straddles so oddly-I fear
No-at our time of life 'twould be silly, my dear."
"I don't know," says Law, "but methinks for his look,
'Tis just like the picture in Rochester's book; Then his character, Phizzy,-his morals,-his life
When she died I can't tell, but he once had a wife.
They say he's no Christian, loves drinking and W -g,
And all the town rings of his swearing and roaring!
His lying and filching, and Newgate-bird tricks;
Not I-for a coronet, chariot and six."
Divinity heard, between waking and dozing, Her sisters denying, and Jemmy proposing: From table she rose, and with bumper in hand, She strok'd up her belly; and strok'd down her band
"What a pother is here about wenching and roaring!
Why, David loved catches, and Solomon
Did not Israel filch from the' Egyptians of old Their jewels of silver and jewels of gold?
The prophet of Bethel, we read, told a lie:
Never hang down your head, you poor penitent
Come buss me-I'll be Mrs. Twitcher myself."
Mr. Etough, of Cambridge University, the person satirized, was as remarkable for the eccentricities of his character as for his personal appearance.Mr. Tyson, of Bene't College, made an etching of his head, and presented it to Mr. Gray, who embellished it with the following lines. Mr. Etough was rector of Therlfield Herts, and of Colmworth, Bedfordshire.
THUS Tophet look'd: so grinn'd the brawling fiend,
Whilst frighted prelates bow'd and call'd him friend.
Our mother-church, with half-averted sight, Blush'd as she bless'd her grisly proselyte; Hosannas rung through hell's tremendous bor
And Satan's self had thought of taking orders.
This jeu d'esprit first appeared in Warton's Edition of Pope.
WITH beauty, with pleasures surrounded, to languish
To weep without knowing the cause of anguish: To start from short slumbers, and wish for the morning
To close my dull eyes when I see it returning; Sighs sudden and frequent, looks ever dejectedWords that steal from my tongue, by no meaning connected!
Ah! say, fellow swains, how these symptoms befel me?
They smile, but reply not-Sure Delia will tell
ON THE MARRIAGE OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE
Printed in the Cambridge Collection, 1736.
IGNARÆ nostrum mentes, et inertia corda,
Quæ solio affixit, vetuitque calescere flamma Dulci, quæ dono divum, gratissima serpit Viscera per, mollesque animis lene implicat
Nec teneros sensus, Veneris nec præmia norunt, Eloquiumve oculi, aut facunda silentia linguæ:
Scilicet ignorant lacrymas, sævosque dolores, Dura rudimenta, et violentæ exordia flammæ; Scilicet ignorant, quæ flumine tinxit amaro Tela Venus, cacique armamentaria Divi, Irasque, insidiasque, et tacitum sub pectore vulnus;
Namque sub ingressu, primoque in limine Amoris