M-AY would every fragrance bring,
A-ll the vernal bloom of fpring:
D-ryads, deck'd with myrtles green,
D-ancing, would attend their Queen:
E-very flower that nature fpreads,
R-ifing where the charmer treads!

ON THE

DEATH OF LORD GRANBY.

FOR private lofs the lenient tear may flow,

And give a fhort, (perhaps) a quick relief;
While the full heart, o'ercharg'd with public woe,
Muft labour thro' a long, protracted grief.

This fudden ftroke ('twas like the lightning's blaft)
The fons of Albion can't enough deplore;

Think, Britons, think on all his triumphs paft,

And weep your WARRIOR is-alas! no more.

Blight, we are told, refpects the Conq'ror's tree,
And thro' the Laurel grove with caution flies:
Vague-and how vain must that affertion be,
Cover'd with Laurels when a GRANBY dies!

ON

ON

THE

DEATH OF MR.

OF SUNDERLAND.

Go, breath of Sorrow,-go attending fighs,

Acquaint the natives of the northern shore,
The man they lov'd, the man they honour'd, dies,
And Charity's first steward—is no more.

Where fhall the poor a friendly patron find?
Who shall relieve them from their loads of pain ?
Say, has he left a feeling heart behind,

So gracious-good-fo tenderly humane?

Yes-there furvives his darling offspring-young,
Yet in the paths of Virtue, fteady-fure !
"Twas the last leffon from his parent's tongue,

Think, (O remember) think upon my Poor.'

A PE

But from the female world I wait you-greeting:

[Curtfies.

The ladies can advance a thousand reasons,
That make them hope to be received as Mafons:
To keep a fecret,-not one hint expreffing,
To rein the tongue-O hufbands, there's a bleffing!
As Virtue feems the Mafon's fole foundation,
Why should the Fair be barr'd from—Installation ?
If you fuppofe us weak, indeed you wrong us;
Hiftorians, Sapphos too, you'll find among us;
Think-Brothers-think, and graciously admit us;
Doubt it not, Sirs, we'll gloriously acquit us:
How to be wifer, and more cautious, teach us,
Indeed 'tis time that
your inftructions reach us:
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The faults of late, and every foul miscarriage,
Committed in the sphere of modern marriage,
Were caus'd (If I've a grain of penetration)
From each great Lady's not being made a Mason.
Accept us then, to Brotherhood receive us,
And Virtue, we're convinc'd, will never leave us.

A N

D

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FOR THE BIRTH-DAY OF THE

K IN G O F

M

PRUSSIA.

"Arma, Virumque cano."

RECIT.

ORE glorious than the comet's blaze, That through the ftarry region ftrays: From Zembla to the Torrid Zone,

The mighty name of Pruffia's known.

VIRG.

AIR.

I.

Be banifh'd from the books of fame,
Ye deeds in diftant ages done;

Loft and inglorious is the name

Of Hannibal, or Philip's fon:

Could Greece, or conquering Carthage fing
A hero great as Pruffia's King!

Where

II.

Where reftless Envy can't explore,
Or flatter'd Hope prefume to fly;
Fate bade victorious Fred'ric foar,

For laurels that can never die.

Could Greece, &c.

III.

His rapid bolts tremendous break,

Through nations arm'd in dread array, Swift as the furious blafts that fhake

The bofom of the frighted fea.

Could Greece, &c.

IV.

In vain, to shake the throne of Jove,
With impious rage, the giants try'd;
'Gainft Fred'rick's force the nations ftrove
In vain their haughty legions dy'd.

Could Greece, &c.

V.

While Prudence guides his chariot wheels,
Thro' Virtue's facred paths they roll;

Immortal Truth his bofom fteels,

And guards him glorious to the goal.

Could Greece, &c.

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