Nor ever after be you vinculized, Since you that sociability denied To him whose potent Lexiphanian style With what in others to a line's confined. Welcome, thou verbal potentate and prince! To hills and valleys, where emerging oats From earth assuage our pauperty to bay, And bless thy name, thy dictionarian skill, Which there definitive will still remain, And oft be speculized by taper blue, While youth studentious turn thy folio page. 1 Have you, as yet, in per'patetic mood, Regarded with the texture of the eye The cave cavernic, where fraternal bard, Churchill, depicted pauperated swains With thraldom and bleak want reducted sore; Where Nature, colourized, so coarsely fades, And puts her russet par'pharnalia on? Have you, as yet, the way explorified, To let lignarian chalice, swelled with oats, Thy orifice approach? Have you, as yet, With skin fresh rubified with scarlet spheres, Applied brimstonic unction to your hide, To terrify the salamandrian fire, That from involuntary digits asks The strong allaceration?-Or can you swill The usquebalian flames of whisky blue, you, Your breeches in Londona to be worn? On lentiles fed, could make your kingdom quake, And tremulate Old England libertized! EPIGRAM, On seeing Scales used in a Mason Lodge. WHY should the Brethren, met in Lodge, The law laid down from age to age, With aught but Line and Plummet. EPITAPH ON GENERAL WOLFE. In worth exceeding, and in virtue great, Words would want force his actions to relate. Silence, ye bards! eulogiums vain forbear; It is enough to say that Wolfe lies here. EPIGRAM, On the numerous Epitaphs for GENERAL WOLFE; for the best of which a Premium of L. 100 was promised. THE Muse, a shameless, mercenary jade! Has now assumed the arch-tongued lawyer's trade; In Wolfe's deserving praises silent she, Till flattered with the prospect of a fee. HORACE, ODE XI. LIB. I. NE'ER fash your thumb what gods decree To be the weird o' you or me, Nor deal in cantrip's kittle cunning EPIGRAM, On a Lawyer's desiring one of the Tribe to look with respect to a Gibbet. THE lawyers may revere that treè, EPIGRAM, Written Extempore, at the Desire of a Gentleman who was rather ill-favoured, but who had a beautiful Family of Children. SCOTT and his children emblems are Of real good and evil ; His children are like cherubims, But Scott is like the devil, D d |