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Think on the mischiefs which from hence have

sprung! It arms with curses dire the wrathful tongue; Foul scandal to the lying lip affords,

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And prompts the mem'ry with injurious words.
O where is wisdom when by this o’erpower'd ?
The state is cenfur'd, and the maid deflower'd!
And wilt thou still, O Squire, brew ale so strong?
Hear then the dictates of prophetic song.
Methinks I see him in his hall

appear,
Where the long table floats in clammy beer,
'Midst mugs and glasses shatter'd o'er the floor,
Dead-drunk, his servile crew supinely snore ;
Triumphant o'er the prostrate brutes he stands,
The mighty bumper trembles in his hands;
Boldly he drinks, and, like his glorious Sires,
In copious gulps of potent ale expires.

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ON THE SETTING UP MR. BUTLER'S MONU.

MENT IN WESTMINSTER-ABBEY,

BY SAMUEL WESLEY.*

While BUTLER, needy wretch! was yet alive,
No gen'rous patron would a dinner give:
See him, when starv'd to death and turn'd to dust,
Presented with a monumental bust!
The poet's fate is here in emblem shown, 5
He alk'd for bread, and he receiv'd a stone.

EPIGRAM, FROM THE GREEK.

BY THE SAME.

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BLOOMING youth lies buried here,
EUPHEMIUS, to his country dear:
Nature adorn'd his mind and face
With ev'ry muse, and ev'ry grace:
About the marriage state to prove, 5
But Death had quicker wings than Love.

* Born 1690; dyed 1739.

THE INVITATION.

BY WILLIAM HINCHLIFFE.

O come, Lavinia, lovely maid,

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Said Dion, stretch'd at ease,
Beneath the walnut's fragrant shade,
A sweet retreat! by nature made
With elegance to please.

5 O leave the court's deceitful glare,

Loath'd pageantry and pride; Come taste our solid pleasures here, Which angels need not blush to share,

And with bless'd men divide. 10

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What raptures were it in these bow'rs,

Fair virgin, chaste and wife,
With thee to lose the learned hours,
And note the beauties in these flowers,

Conceal'd from vulgar eyes! 15
For thee my gaudy garden blooms,

And richly colour'd glows ;
Above the pomp of royal rooms,
Or purpled works of Perfian looms,
Proud palaces disclose.

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* Børn 1692; dyed 1742.

VOL. I.

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Hafte, nymph, nor let me figh in vain,

Each Grace attends on thee; Exalt my bliss, and point my strain, For Love and Truth are of thy trains

Content and Harmony. .

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Decet hæc dare dona noverdam. Ov. Met.

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N gayer hours, when high my fancy ran, The muse, exulting, thus her lay began. Bleft be the Bastard's birth! thro' wond'rous

ways, He shines eccentric like a comet's blaze! No fickly fruit of faint compliance He! 5 He! stampt in nature's mint of ecstasy ! He lives to build, not boast a generous race: No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. His daring hope, no fire's example bounds; His first-born lights, no prejudice confounds.

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Born 1698; dyed 2743.

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