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Of beasts, it is confess'd, the ape
Comes nearest us in human shape;
Like man, he imitates each fashion,
And malice is his ruling passion;
But both in malice and grimaces,
A courtier any ape surpasses.
Behold him humbly cringing wait
Upon the minister of state;
View him soon after to inferiors
Aping the conduct of superiors:
He promises with equal air,
And to perform takes equal care.
He in his turn finds imitators,

At court, the porters, lacqueys, waiters,
Their master's manners still contract,
And footmen, lords and dukes can act.
Thus at the court, both great and small,
Behave alike, for all ape all.

EPIGRAM

ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH, STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING.(1)

Sure 'twas by Providence design'd,

Rather in pity, than in hate,

That he should be, like Cupid, blind,
To save him from Narcissus' fate. (2)

(1) [First printed in "The Bee," 1759.

See vol. i. p. 8.]

(2) ["The princess of Eboli, the mistress of Phillip II. of Spain, and Maugiron, the minion of Henry III. of France, had each of them lost an eye; and the famous Latin epigram, which Goldsmith has either translated or imitated, was written on them."-LORD BYRON, Works, vol. vi. p. 390.]

STANZAS

ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, AND DEATH OF GENERAL
WOLFE. (1)

Amidst the clamour of exulting joys,

Which triumph forces from the patriot heart,
Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice,
And quells the raptures which from pleasure start.

O, Wolfe! to thee a streaming flood of woe,
Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear;
Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow,
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear.

Alive, the foe thy dreadful vigour fled,

And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes :
Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though dead!
Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.

STANZAS.(2)

Weeping, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;

Myra, too sincere for feigning,

Fears th' approaching bridal night.

Yet why impair thy bright perfection?
Or dim thy beauty with a tear?
Had Myra follow'd my direction,

She long had wanted cause of fear.

(1) [First printed in the "Busy Body," 1759.

The alleged relationship

of the Poet with this distinguished officer, produced very naturally an effort

to celebrate him, after a death so honourable.]

(2) [First printed in "The Bee." 1759.]

THE GIFT.

TO IRIS, IN BOW-STREET, COVENT-GARDEN.
Imitated from the French. (1)

Say, cruel Iris, pretty rake,
Dear mercenary beauty,

What annual offering shall I make
Expressive of my duty?

My heart, a victim to thine eyes,
Should I at once deliver,

Say, would the angry fair one prize
The gift, who slights the giver?

A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy,
My rivals give-and let 'em ;

If gems, or gold, impart a joy,

I'll give them-when I get 'em.

(1) [First printed in "The Bee," 1759. The original is in Ménagiana, tom. iv. p. 200 :

ÉTRENNE À IRIS.

"Pour témoignage de ma flamme,

Iris, du meilleur de mon âme,

Je vous donne à ce nouvel an,

Non pas dentelle, ni ruban,

Non pas essence, non pas pommade,
Quelques boites de marmalade,

Un mouchoir, des gants, un bouquet,
Non pas fleures, ni chapelet.

Quoi donc? attendez, je vous donne,
O! fille plus belle que bonne,

Qui m'avez toujours refusé

Le point si souvent proposé,

Je vous donne.-Ah! le puis-je dire?
Oui; c'est trop souffrir le martyre,
Il est temps de m'emanciper,
Patience va m'échapper,

Fussiez-vous cent fois plus aimable,

Belle Iris, je vous donne-au diable."]

I'll give but not the full-blown rose,
Or rose-bud more in fashion ;
Such short-liv'd off'rings but disclose
A transitory passion.

I'll give thee something yet unpaid,

Not less sincere than civil:

I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid,
I'll give thee to the devil.

AN ELEGY

ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE.(1)

Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madam Blaize,

Who never wanted a good word—
From those who spoke her praise.

The needy seldom pass'd her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor,—

Who left a pledge behind.

(1) [These lines were first printed in "The Bee," 1759. Mr. Croker observes, in a communication to the editor:-" The elegy on Madam Blaize, and the better part of that on the Death of a Mad Dog, are closely imitated from a well-known French string of absurdities called 'La Chanson du fameux la Galisse;' one of many versions of which you will find in the Ménagiana, vol. iii, p.29. I shall select two or three stranzas as examples:—

"Messieurs, vous plait-il d'ouir
L'air du fameux la Galisse,

Il pourra vous rejouir,

Pourvu qu'il vous divertisse.

On dit que dans ses amours,

Il fut caressé des belles,

Qui le suivirent toujours,-
Tant qu'il marche devant elles.

Il fut par un triste sort,

Blessé d'une main cruelle ;

On croit, puisqu'il est mort,

Que la plaie était mortelle."]

She strove the neighbourhood to please,
With manners wond'rous winning;
And never follow'd wicked ways,—
Unless when she was sinning.

At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size;
She never slumber'd in her pew,—
But when she shut her eyes.

Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has followed her,-
When she has walk'd before.

But now her wealth and finery fled,
Her hangers-on cut short all;

The doctors found, when she was dead,

Her last disorder mortal.

Let us lament, in sorrow sore,

For Kent-street well may say,

That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more,

She had not died to-day.

DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BED-CHAMBER.(9)

Where the Red Lion staring o'er the way,
Invites each passing stranger that can pay;
Where Calvert's butt, and Parson's black champaign,
Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane ;

See vol. ii.

(1) [First printed, in 1760, in "The Citizen of the World." p. 117. On this subject Goldsmith had projected an heroi-comic poem, as appears by one of his letters to his brother (see Life, ch. viii.); and with a few variations it forms the description of the ale-house in the "Deserted Village." See p. 62 of the present volume.]

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