AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE. OOD people all, with one accord, Who never wanted a good word— The needy seldom pass'd her door, She strove the neighbourhood to please, At church, in silks and satins new, Her love was sought, I do aver, But now, her wealth and finery fled, The doctors found, when she was dead, Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more, MADRIGAL. TEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Myra, too sincere for feigning, Yet why impair thy bright perfection, J THE CLOWN'S REPLY. OHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers To tell them the reason why asses had ears: "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to letters, 66 'Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters; Howe'er, from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, As I hope to be saved! without thinking on asses.” EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON.* H' ERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed, Who long was a bookseller's hack ; He led such a damnable life in this world, .I don't think he'll wish to come back. * This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot-soldier: growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newspapers. He translated Voltaire's Henriade. ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. *** E Muses, pour the pitying tear YE For Pollio snatch'd away; O, had he lived another year, He had not died to-day. O, were he born to bless mankind Heroes themselves had fallen behind, Whene'er he went before. How sad the groves and plains appear, His bounty in exalted strain Each bard might well display ; Since none implored relief in vain And hark! I hear the tuneful throng He still shall live, shall live as long |