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And thrice he wept full fore :
And word spoke never more!
N. B. In a comedy of Fletcher, called “ The ** Knight of the burning Pestle," old Merry-Thought enters repeating the following verses : When it was grown to dark midnight,
And all were fast asleep,
And stood at William's feet. This was, probably, the beginning of some ballad, commonly known, at the time when that author wrote ; and is all of it, I believe, that is any where to be met with. These lines, naked of ornament, and simple as they are, struck my fancy: and, bringing fresh into my mind an unhappy adventure, much talked of formerly, gave birth to the foregoing poeni; which was written inany ago.
MALLET. An elegant Latin imitation of this ballad is printed in the works of Vincent Bourne. N.
EPITAPH, on Mr. AIKMAN, and his only Son:
who were both interred in the same grave. EAR to the wise and good, disprais’d by none,
Here sieep in peace the father and the son, By virtue, as by nature, close ally'd, The painter's genius, but without the pride; Worth unambitious, wit afraid to shine, Honour's clear light, and Friendship's warmth divine. The fon, fair-rising, knew too short a date ; But oh, how more severe the parent's fate! He saw him torn, untimely, from his Gide, Felt all a father's anguish, wept, and dy'd !
EPITAPH ON A YOUNG LADY.
HIS humble grave though no proud structures gracesi'e
Yet Truth and Goodness fanctify the place :
S O N G
To a SCOTCH TUNE.
THE BIRKS OF ENDERMAY.
HE smiling morn, the breathing spring,
Invite the tuneful birds to fing:
For foon the winter of the year,
life's winter, will appear :
OF VERBAL CRITICISM.
ADVERTISEMENT TO THE Is AND 2d EDITIONS.
A S the design of the following poem is to rally the
abuse of Verbal Criticism, the author could not, without manifest partiality, overlook the Editor of Milton, and the Restorer of Shakespeare. With regard to the latter, he has read over the many and ample fpecimens with which that Scholiaft has already obliged: the publick : and of these, and these only, he pre
tends to give his opinion. But, whatever he may - think of the Critic, not bearing the least ill-will to the
Man, he deferred printing these verses, though written several months ago, till he heard that the subscription.
for a new edition of Shakespeare was closed. He begs leave to add likewise, that this poem was un
dertaken and written entirely without the knowledge of the Gentleman to whom it is addressed. Only as it is a public teftimony of his inviolable esteem' for Mr. Pope, on that account, particularly, lie wishes, it may not be judged to increase the number of mean performances, with which the town is almost daily pestered.
AMONG the numerous fools
, by fate design'd
Oft todisturb, and oft divert, mankind,
5 Whom learning but perverts, and books misguide.
o fam’d for judging, as for writing well, That rarest science, where so few excel;
Whose life, severely scann'd, transcends thy lays;
every dunce from every dunghill drew Of literary offals, old or new, Forth steps at last the self-applauding wight, Of points and letters, chaff and straws, to write: Sagely resolv'd to swell each bulky piece With venerable toys, from Rome and Greece; How oft, in Homer, Paris curld his hair; 25 If Aristotle's cap were round or square ; If in the cave, were Dido first was sped, To Tyre she turn'd her heels, to Troy her head.
Such the choice anecdotes, profound and vain, That store a Bentley's and a Burman's brain : Hence, Plato quoted, or the Stagyrite, To prove that flame ascends, and snow is white : Hence, much hard study, without sense or breeding, And all the grave impertinence of reading. If Shakefpeare fays, the noon-day sun is bright, 35 His Scholiast will remark, it then was light; Turn Caxton, Winkin, each old Goth and Hun, To rectify the reading of a pun.