An INSCRIPTION on a TOMв, Raised to the memory of the author's father, and of others his ancestors. By the Same. Nmark'd by trophies of the great and vain, UNmar Here fleeps in filent tombs a gentle train. No folly wafted their paternal store, No guilt, no fordid av'rice made it more; With honeft fame, and fober plenty crown'd, They liv'd, and spread their chearing influence round. EPIGRAM S. I By the Same. EPIGRAM I. Lov'd thee beautiful and kind, EPIGRAM EPIGRAM II. Since firft you knew my am'rous smart, chain. Each day augments your proud difdain; All that rigour gives me peace. EPIGRAM III. Y heart ftill hovering round about you, MY I thought I could not live without you; EPIGRAM IV. Upon the Bufts of English worthies, at Stow. A Who live in breathing ftone, Why has not COBHAM's bust a place ? HO' chearful, difcreet, and with freedom well bred, TH She never repented an idle word faid : Securely she smiles on the forward and bold, They feel what they owe her, and feel it untold. EPIGRAM L I YE on! while my revenge shall be, To speak the very truth of thee. EPIGRAM VII. Swore I lov'd, and you believ'd, Yet, truft me, we were both deceiv'd; I lov❜d one gen'rous, good, and kind, T EPIGRAM VII. On Mrs. PENELOPE. HE gentle Pen with look demure, But Pen, as ancient poets fay, Undid by night the work of day. EPIGRAM IX. On one who first abused, and then made love to a LADY FOUL ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬with graceless verse, The noble-dar'd afperfe. He He gaz'd and lov'd the hideous elf, True fung the bard well known to fame, EPIGRAM X. HILE Lucy, chafte as mountain fnows, WH Gives ev'ry idle fop a hearing; In Mary's breaft a paffion glows, Pays the full price of Mary's kiffing. S HE who in fecret yields her heart, Again may claim it from her lover; But she who plays the trifler's part, Can ne'er her fquander'd fame recover. Then grant the boon for which I pray ! "Tis better lend than throw away. WE E thought you without titles great, But But now on fortune's swelling tide EPIGRAM XIII. Lovely fhines thy wedded fair, Gentle as the yielding air; Chearing as the folar beam, EPIGRAM XIV. OM thought a wild profufion great ; Tand therefore spent his whole estate Will thinks the wealthy are ador'd, And gleans what misers blush to hoard. : EPIGRAM |