But I, whom no fuch fools can awe, Who mind not all they fay a ftraw, Rather than with their praise be cram'd, Should deem it honour to be damn'd: For what fo keenly ridicules

As the puff flummery of fools?

But if their feeble lash you

fear,

And will not by this compass steer,

Once more I'll aid you, frank and free,

With counfel, and without a fee:

Exert the whole of your

ill-nature,

And invocate the mufe of fatire;

Prove undeniably at once

Ralph Gs both a knave and dunce:
If you want facts for your behoof,

Afcanius may fupply one proof

Think you that piece too ftale and common?
See" memoirs of a pleasurable woman"—
Produce mifs Fanny Hill-I'll answer,
She'll die-who? Dame Griffiths of a

CANCER.

CON

The picture,

Epitaph on herself,

The hours of love, four elegies. Elegy I.

Elegy II.

Elegy III.

Elegy IV.

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90

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95

The genius of Britain,

Friendship and love,

A fong,

Infcription for an oak,

Ode for the king's birth-day,

Infcription for gen. Wolfe's monument,

Song in praife of woman,

Cloe's foliloquy,

The Devil-Painter,

Further advice to an author,

END OF VOL. VI.