ADVICE TO HORACE, 2 To take his Leave of TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. HORACE, you now have long enough At Cambridge play'd the fool: Take back your criticizing stuff But, in excufe of this, you'll fay, How many butter'd crufts you've toft That you 're more like (at College coft) But you from head to foot are brawn, You measure (were a circle drawn) Then blefs me, Sir, how many craggs That 's rival to a whale. E'en let the Fellows take the rest, But no great likelihood to feast, INDIAN INDIAN O D E.. DARCO. CESAR, poffefs'd of Egypt's Queen, And Conqueror of her charms, Would envy, had he Darco feen ZABRA. Should Memnon that fam'd Black revive, Aurora's darling Son, For Zabra's heart in vain he 'd strive, Where Darco reigns alone.. DARCO. Fresh Mulberries new-prefs'd disclose A blood of purple hue; And Zabra's lips, like crimson Rose, ZABRA. The amorous Sun has kifs'd his face; DARCO. Darkness is myftic priest to Love, And does its rites conceal, O'erfpread with clouds, fuch joys we'll prove As day hall ne'er reveal. ZABRA. In gloom of night, when Darco's eyes The bright and milky way. DARCO. Though born to rule fierce Libya's fands, ZABRA. Should I to that bleft world repair, W HO could believe that a fine needle's fmart The spirits and the vital blood should fall? EPIGRAM. SAM EPIGRAM. AM Wills had view'd Kate Bets, a smiling lafs; And for her pretty Mouth admir'd her face. Kate had lik'd Sam, for Nofe of Roman fize, Not minding his complexion or his They met eyes. fays Sam, Alas, to fay the truth, TO MR. CARTER, STEWARD TO THE LORD CARTERET. ACCEPT of health from one who, writing this, Wishes you in the fame that now he is; Though to your perfon he may be unknown, His wishes are as hearty as your own, For Carter's drink, when in his Master's hand, Has pleasure and good-nature at command. What though his Lordship's lands are in your truft,. 'Tis greater to his Brewing to be just. As to that matter, no one can find fault, If you fupply him ftill with well-dried Malt. A liquor fitting for your generous Lord; Liquor, like him, from feeds of worth in light, Ee 3 May May your accompts fo with your Lord ftand clear, N E R 0. A SATIRE. E know how ruin once did reign, WE When Rome was fir'd, and Senate flain; How he the carcafe, as it lay, And cenfure each majestic grace Yet he could death and terror throw, O'er burning fands that melt to glass. Fond hopes! Could height of Power affuage AD |