And other truths are useless now. Should I with needless haste inquire, It must proceed from you alone. A GREEK EPIGRAM IMITATED. WHEN hungry wolves had trespassed on the fold, And the robbed shepherd his sad story told, Call in Alcides,' said a crafty priest; 'Give him one half, and he'll secure the rest.' To their commands I willingly resign, THE WANDERING PILGRIM, HUMBLY ADDRESSED TO SIR THOMAS FRANKLAND, GENERAL TO QUEEN ANNE. 1 WILL PIGGOT1 must to Coxwould' To live, alas! in want, go, 1 This merry petition was written to obtain the porter's place for Will 2 Piggot. Twelve miles north, beyond the city of York. Unless Sir Thomas say, No, no; The allowance is too scant. 2 The gracious knight full well does weet, Ten farthings ne'er will do To keep a man each day in meat, 3 A Rechabite poor Will must live, 4 Spare diet, and spring-water clear, 5 But pass-the Esculapian crew, 6 Could Yorkshire-tyke but do the same, 7 In Will's old Master's plenteous days, His memory e'er be blessed! What need of speaking in his praise? 8 At his famed gate stood Charity, 1'Lin: forget. Ceres and Hospitality Dwelt there both night and day. 9 But, to conclude, and be concise, 10 There is but one, but one alone, And make him cease to pine and moan; 11 Oh! save him from a dreary way, 12 Oh! let him in thy hall but stand, Duteous to what thou mayst command, VENUS'S ADVICE TO THE MUSES. Twang goes the bow, my girls; have at your hearts!' · The vagrant's malice, and his mother's pride; Our thoughts are settled, and intent our look, But, when he finds us studying hard, he flies.' 9 CUPID TURNED PLOUGHMAN. FROM MOSCHUS. His lamp, his bow, and quiver, laid aside, 10 PONTIUS AND PONTIA. 1 PONTIUS (who loves, you know, a joke, 2 Talking of you, said he, my dear, Two of the greatest wits in town, One asked, if that high furze of hair 3 Her own! most certain, t'other said; For Nan, who knows the thing, will tell ye, The hair was bought, the money paid, And the receipt was signed Ducailly. 4 Pontia (that civil prudent she, Who values wit much less than sense, And never darts a repartee, But purely in her own defence) 5 Replied, these friends of yours, my dear, 6 Now I have one unlucky thought, That would have spoiled your friend's conceit; Some hair I have, I'm sure, unbought: Pray bring your brother wits to see 't. CUPID TURNED STROLLER. FROM ANACREON. Ar dead of night, when stars appear, |