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Whether you sip Aonia's wave,
Who has woo'd your sex for many a year.
Gold!thou bright benignant pow'r!
Say, how my breast has heav'd with many a storm,
When thee I worshipp'd in a female form!
Thou, whose high and potent skill
Mighty as Fate's eternal rule,
How oft I died;
How oft dismiss'd,
How oft, fair Phyllida, when thee I woo'd,
O'er inany a sod
To count thy acres o'er ;
For marle or lime
With anxious zeal to bore *!
How Cupid then, all great and powerful, sate,
O sad example of capricious Fate !
Does Pompey's self, the proud, the great,
When Lord Mountmorres went down into the country, some years ago, to pay his addresses to a lady of large fortune, whose name we forbear to mention, his Lordship took up his abode for several days in a small public-house in the neighbourhood of her residence, and employed his time in making all proper inquiries and prudent observation upon the nature, extent, and value of her property :-he was seen measuring the trees with his eye, and was at last found in the act of boring for marle; when being roughly interrogated by one of the lady's servants, to avoid chastisement he confessed his name, and delivered his amorous credentials. The amour terminated as ten thousand others of the noble Lord's have done!
Why have I view'd th' ideal clock *,
In form so native, neat, and new,
Pompeys there are of every shape and size:
Some are the Great y-clep'd, and some the Little;
* An allusion is here made to a speech published by the noble Lord, which, as the title-page imports, was intended to have been spoken; in which his Lordship, towards the conclusion, gravely remarks:-" Hav" ing, Sir, so long encroached upon the patience of the House, and ob
serving by the clock that the hour has become so excessively late, no"thing remains for me but to return my sincere thanks to you, Sir, and "the other gentlemen of this House, for the particular civility, and ex"treme attention, with which I have been heard :—the interesting na"ture of the occasion has betrayed me into a much greater length than "I had any idea originally of running into; and if the casual warmth "of the moment has led me into the least personal indelicacy towards any "man alive, I am very ready to beg pardon of him and this House, Sir, "for having so done"
That, of all various Pompeys, he
Or watch, with anxious eye, on Treasury-bone!
O let me then some justice find,
And with unprostituted pen
In Warton's pure and modest strain,
I'll call thee "best of husbands," and "most chaste of men!"
Then from my pristine labours I'll relax :
Resign the bus'ness of the anxious chase,
The vain pursuit of female game give o'er,
* This line is literally transcribed from a speech of Lord Mountmorres's, when Candidate some years ago for the Representation of the City of West minster,
By SIR GEORGE HOWARD, K. B.
Re mi fa sol,
Tol de rol lol.
My Muse, for George prepare the splendid song O, may it float on Schwellenburgen's voice!
Let Maids of Honour sing it all day long, That Hoggaden's fair ears may hear it, and rejoice,
What subject first shall claim thy courtly strains? Wilt thou begin from Windsor's sacred brow, Where erst, with pride and pow'r elate, The Tudors sate in sullen state,
While Rebel Freedom, forc'd at length to bow, Retir'd reluctant from her fav'rite plains?
Ah! while in each insulting tower you trace
How wilt thou joy to view the alter'd scene!