ON THE RESTORATION OF THE BOURBON FAMILY To the Throne of France; an event which I hope, by the interposition of Divine Providence, will e're long take place. WHEN Vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The strongest nation falls an easy prey To Discord, Rapine, and a stream of ills, Which flows impetuous from ten thousand rills: Till Virtue, like the fiery orb of day, When clouds have veil'd from sight his chearing ray, And angry Jove has shook his thund'ring hand, Dispels the horrors of the dreary scene; Herself with universal praises crown'd. VERSES TO MRS. T***T, Nearly allied to Venus, from her love-sick Relation Cupid. THE winged messenger of love, Follow'd by his billing dove, This note has penn'd for one fair Dame, Skill'd to raise or put out a flame. From my enchanting Bower in the Wilderness at S******d, my Heart overflowing with Love, like the Sea at a Spring Tide. Kind Guardian Angels hover o'er her head, Whilst gently slumbring on her downy bed. The God of Love writes in haste, millions of visits to pay before morning : as he has some For as soon as dawns forth the break of day, All Spirits like himself must flit away. AS AS your dear little Cupid with rapt'rous delight, He has stop'd at a place call'd by him sweet S******đ, To my Widow of thirty, of a hundred I mean, As all our historians on this point agree; That he who's in love, must be tied down as fast } I'll I'll match her in conduct with any starch dame, For in beauty's fair steps oft stalks like a ghost, CUPID. The Wilderness, one o'clock in the morning, Sep. 24, 1804, to mortal reckoning; but no point of time to Spirits hke myself, who live for ever. As eternity has no end, time can have no division. Mr. LOWNDES being at a Rout, where a Widow was pointed out to him, apparently so young, she might have been taken for a girl of fifteen, wrote the following extempore Verses, in consequence of a Lady's expressing great surprise at Mrs. Wood, the name of the young Widow, looking so like a girl. It so happened that a Mr. Ash was standing near the Lady who expressed such great surprise, therefore Mr. L was tempted to pun upon the young Widow's name, particularly as he had an opportunity of making a jeu de mots, by the introduction of Mr. Ash. Mr. L.-YOU shew surprise, so did I too, At that young Widow, now in view; Mrs. H.-That Widow, Wood, it cannot be, Have heard her speak, am told she's witty, And you may see she's very pretty. How then can such a girl be Wood ? No, this I'm sure, she's flesh and blood. |