ODE on the Death of MATZEL, a favourite Bull-finch, addrefs'd to Mr. ST - PE, to whom the Author had given the Reversion of it when he left Dresden. By the Same. I. RY not, my St-pe, 'tis in vain TR To stop your tears, to hide your pain, Or check your honeft rage; Give forrow and revenge their scope, My prefent joy, your future hope, Matzel's no more, ye graces, loves, Attend th' untimely bier; Let every forrow be exprest, Beat with your wings each mournful breast, And drop the natʼral tear. III. In III. In height of fong, in beauty's pride, But vengeance fhall have way; On pains and tortures I'll refine; Yet, Matzel, that one death of thine, For thee, my bird, the facred Nine, My painful task fhall be to write Th' eternal dirge which they indite, V. In vain I lov'd, in vain I mourn My bird, who never to return Is fled to happier shades, Where Lesbia fhall for him prepare The place most charming, and most fair VI. There shall thy notes in cypress grove Sooth wretched ghosts that died for love; There fhall thy plaintive strain Lull Lull impious Phædra's endless grief, 'Till Proferpine by chance shall hear While each attendant's foul fhall praise MARTIALIS EPIGRAMMA. Lib. VI. Ep. 34. Imitated. By the Same. COME, Chloe, and give me sweet kiffes, For sweeter fure never girl gave: But why in the midst of my bliffes Then pr'ythee my charmer be kind, To numbers I'll ne'er be confin'd. Count Count the bees that on Hybla are playing, I still shall be craving for more. To a heart full of love let me hold thee, To a heart which, dear Chloe, is thine;. And twift round thy limbs like a vine. <*}X{*}X{*}** The Progress of DISCONTENT. A POE M. Written at Oxford in the Year 1746. WH VOL. IV. 'HEN now mature in claffic knowledge, His His father comes, a vicar plain, And thus in form of humble fuitor Bowing accofts a reverend tutor. My wife's ambition and my own "Was that this child should wear a gown= "I'll warrant that his good behaviour "Will justify your future favour: "And for his parts, to tell the truth, } "Has Horace all by heart-you'd wonder"And mouths out Homer's Greek like thunder. "If you'd examine and admit him, "A scholarship would nicely fit him: "That he fucceeds 'tis ten to one; "Your vote and interest, Sir!"— 'Tis done. Our pupil's hopes, though twice defeated, Are with a scholarship compleated: A scholarship but half maintains, And college rules are heavy chains: And |