Plate XXIV.

Vol. VI. facing p139

Hail, Bards triumphant born in happier Days;
Immortal Heirs of universal Praise!
Oh may some Spark of your celestial Fire
The last, the meanest of your Sons inspire

Essay on frit.

IMITATIONS

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EPISTOLA VII.

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UINQUE dies tibi pollicitus me rure fu

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Sextilem totum mendax defideror. atqui,
Si me vivere vis fanum recteque valentem;
Quam mihi das aegro, dabis aegrotare timenti,
Maecenas, veniam: dum ficus prima calorque
Defignatorem decorat lictoribus atris:

Dum pueris omnis pater, et matercula pallet;
Officiofaque fedulitas, et opella forenfis
Adducit febris, et teftamenta refignat.
Quod fi bruma nives Albanis illinet agris;
Ad mare defcendet vates tuus, et fibi parcet,"
Contractufque leget; te, dulcis amice, reviset
Cum Zephyris, fi concedes, et hirundine prima.

EPISTLE VII.

Imitated in the Manner of Dr. SWIFT.

די

IS true, my Lord, I gave my word,
I would be with you, June the third;
Chang'd it to Auguft, and (in short)
Have kept it--- as you do at Court.
You humour me when I am fick,
Why not when I am fplenetick?
In town, what Objects could I meet?
The shops fhut up in ev'ry street,
And Fun'rals black'ning all the Doors,
And yet more melancholy Whores:
And what a duft in every place?
And a thin Court that wants your Face,
And Fevers raging up and down,
And W* and H** both in Town!

"The Dog-days are no more the case."
'Tis true, but Winter comes apace:
Then fouthward let your bard retire,
Hold out fome Months 'twixt Sun and Fire,
And
you fhall fee the first warm Weather,
Me and the Butterflies together.

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