III. On a READER of his own VERSES. Hoarse Mævius reads his hobbling Verse To all and at all times, And deems them both divinely smooth, But folks say, Mævius is no Ass! That he's a Monster of an Ass An Ass without an Ear. IV. If the guilt of all lying consits in deceit V. Jack drinks fine wines, wears modish clothing, But prithee where lies Jack's estate? In Algebra, for there I found of late A quantity call'd less than nothing, VI. As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking So I exclaim'd, Lord what a Lye! Quoth Dick-what can you hear him?-hear him! stuff! I saw him open his mouth-an't that enough? VII. To a PROUD PARENT. Thy Babes ne'er greet thee with the Father's name; VIII. Hippona lets no silly flush Disturb her cheek, nought makes her blush. She nods and titters frank and gay. Oh Shame awake one honest flush For this, that nothing makes her blush. IX. Thy lap-dog, Rufa, is a dainty beast, To see thee lick so dainty clean a beast. But that so dainty clean a beast licks theeYes-that surprizes me. X. Jem writes his verses with more speed And only not so fast as we forget 'em. Because she makes the tea so small She never tastes the tea at all. XII. What? rise again with all one's bones? Quoth Giles, I hope you fib? I trusted when I went to Heaven To go without my rib. XIII, On a BAD SINGER. Swans sing before they die-'twere no bad thing XIV. Occasioned by the last. A joke (cries Jack) without a sting- And true, if Jack don't mend his manners, And quit the atheistic banners, Post obitum will Jack run foul Of such Folks as can only bowl. XV. On a MODERN DRAMATIST. Not for the Stage his plays are fit The Water-Closet 'tis you mean. XVI. To be rul'd like a Frenchman the Briton is loath, 1798, |