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The heart that intent on all worth but its own,
These are honours, my Fox, that are due to thy deeds; But lo! yet a brighter alliance succeeds; The alliance of beauty in lustre of youth, That shines on thy cause with the radiance of truth. The conviction they feel the fair zealots impart, And the eloquent eye sends it home to the heart... Each glance has the touch of Ithuriel's spear, That no art can withstand, no delusion can bear, And the effort of malice and lie of the day, or of Detected and scorn'd, break like vapour away. "
Avaunt, ye profane! the fair pageantry moves: '
Oh! now for the pencil of Guido! to trace, Of Keppel the features, of WALDEGRAVES the grace; Of Fitzroy the bloom the May morning to vie, Of Sefton the air, of DUNCANNOn the eye; ' . Of Loftus the smiles (though with preference proud, She gives ten to her husband, for one to the croud), Of PORTLAND the manner, that steals on the breast, But is too much her own to be caught or express'd; The charms that with sentiment BoUvERIE blends, The fairest of forms and the truest of friends ; The look that in WARBURTUN, humble and chaste, Speaks candour and truth, and discretion and taste;
Or with equal expression in Horton combined,
Reynolds, haste to my aid, for a figure divine, Where the pencil of Guido has yielded to thine; Bear witness the canvas where SHERIDAN lives, And with angels, the lovely competitor, strives . While Earth claims her beauty and Heaven her strain, Be it mine to adore ev'ry link of the chain !
But new claimants appear ere the lyre is unstrung, Can Payne be passed by ? Shall not Milner be sung? See Delme and Howard, a favourite pair, For grace of both classes, the zealous and fair--A verse for MORANT, like her wit may it please, Another for BRADDYLL of elegant ease, For BAMFYLDE a simile worthy her frame Quick, quick— I have yet half a hundred to name Not PARNASSUS in concert could answer the call, Nor multiplied muses do justice to all.
Then follow the throng where with festal delight, More pleasing than Hebe, Crewe opens the night. Not the goblet nectareous of welcome and joy, That Dido prepared for the hero of Troy; Not Fiction, describing the banquets above, Where goddesses mix at the table of Jove; Could afford to the soul more ambrosial cheer Than attends on the fairer associates here. But Crewe, with a mortal’s distinction content, · Bounds her claim to the rites of this happy event; For the hero to twine civic garlands of fame, With the laurel and rose interweaving his name, And while lö Pæans his merits avow, As the Queen of the feast, place the wreath on his brow.
For the Duke of Richmond's Bust to the Memory of the
late MARQUIS OF ROCKINGHAM.
Hall, marble! happy in a double end!
Reason for Mr. Fox's avowed contempt of one Pigot's Address
Who shall expect the country's friend,
The darling of the House,
To crack a * Prison LOUSE.
* The substantive in the marked part of this line has been long an established syNONYME for Mr. Pigot, and the PREDICATE, we are assured, is not at this time less just.
: ANOTHER. : On one Pogot's being called a Louse.
Pigot is a Louse, they say,
But if you kick him, you will see, 'Tis by much the truest way, '?
To represent him as a flea.
A Louse must always creep.
Pigot is sure a most courageous man,
There lived a man at Becknam, in Kent, Sir,
Will you give a place, my dearest Billy Pitt O!
He pimp'd with GEORGE Rose, he lied with the
, Doctor, He flatter'd Mrs. Hastings 'till almost he had shock'd her;
le got the ARCHBISHOP to write in his favour, And when Billy gets a beard, he swears he'll be his
shaver. Then give him a place, oh! dearest Billy Pitt O! If he can't have a whole one, oh! give a little bit O!