Mr. A.-Madam, to shew that Wood can speak, Yet I am Ash, and Ash is Vood, And you'd soon find I'm flesh and blood. The following EPIGRAMS were written extempore, on its being reported Lord Whitworth had left Paris, but the French had, detained his Plate. The Epigrams are puns upon the word Plate; likening his Lordship's Plate to that which Race Horses run for. EPIGRAM I. THE French so skilful in each jockeying art, EPIGRAM EPIGRAM II. THE French so lean for running sure were mee de, Then why of England's speed is France afraid? IN consequence of of GEORGE the Second offering Dr. WILLS the Sees of Bath and Wells, in this interrogatory way, "Whether would you like, Doctor, to be Bishop of Bath, or Wells ?" The Doctor being a North Briton, answered in the broad Scotch accent, "Laith, if it please your Majesty," which set the King a laughing, as the Doctor's pronunciation was so ambiguous, it would apply either to the Words Bath, or both. SAYS Dr. Wills, in George the second's reign, To answer which I find no arduous task; Whether of Bath, or Wells, I'd Bishop be? Barth, if it please you, Sire, would best suit mc, FINIS. } AN EXPLANATORY NOTE. We now present Mr. and Mrs. Day's Poetry, commencing with that of Mr. Day's. Mr. T. Lowndes never having considered his Poetry in any other light, than as increasing the size of the work. These four pages with asterisks have been added since the rest of Mr. Day's Poetry was printed off, having been accidentally found among some old papers. TO MISS BY MR. DAY. OH thou! within whose gentle breast, Each milder passion reigns confest, Thus tender, pitying, artless, kind, Than Than when o'er aw'd by beauty's blaze Could e'er excite one tender sigh, And reason stoops to be a slave. Oh, free from all thy sex's wiles, Their fickle tears, their faithless smiles, Whose mind no worthless youth shall move, With passion wild, or lawless love! |