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TO MR. JOHN MOORE,
AUTHOR OF THE CELEBRATED WORM-POWDER.
How much, egregious Moore, are we
Deceiv'd by shows and forms ! Whate'er we think, whate'er we see,
All Humankind are Worms,
Man is a very Worm by birth,
Vile, reptile, weak and vain !
Then shrinks to earth again.
That Woman is a Worm, we find
E’er since our Grandame's evil;
That ancient Worm the Devil.
The learn’d themselves we Book-worms name,
The Blockhead is a Slow-worm ; The Nymph whose tail is all on flame,
Is aptly term’d a Glow-worm.
The Fops are painted Butterflies,
That flutter for a day;
And in a Worm decay.
The Flatterer an Earwig grows;
Thus Worms suit all conditions ; Mişers are Muck-worms, Silk-worms Beaus,
And Death-watches Physicians.
That Statesmen have the Worm, is seen,
By all their winding play ;
That gnaws them night and day.
Ah Moore! thy skill were well employ'd,
And greater gain would rise,
The worm that never dies !
O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane,
Who sett'st our entrails free! Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain,
Since Worms shall eat ev’n thee.
Our Fate thou only canst adjourn
Some few short years, no more ! Ev’n Button's Wits to Worms shall turn,
Who Maggots were before.
BY A PERSON OF QUALITY.
WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1733.
FLUTT'RING spread thy purple Pinions,.
Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart; I a Slave in thy Dominions ;
Nature must give Way to Art.
Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o’er your Flocks, See my weary Days consuming,
All beneath yon flow'ry Rocks.
Mourn'd Adonis, darling Youth :
Gor’d with unrelenting Tooth.
Fair Discretion, string the Lyre;
Bright Apollo, lend thy Choir.
Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's Brows,
Hear me pay my dying Vows.
Swiftly purling in a Round,
With thy flow'ry Chaplets crown’d.
Softly seeks her silent Mate,
Melody resigns to Fate.
The above is a pleasant burlesque on the gawdy, glittering, florid style and manner of certain descriptive poets. I think the reader will pardon me for laying before him part of a piece of ridicule on the same subject, and of equal merit, which made its first appearance many years ago in the Oxford Student, and is
thus entitled, “Ode to Horror, in the Allegoric, Descriptive,