THRASO.

BY THE SAME.

THRASO picks quarrels, when he's drunk at night;
When fober in the morning dares not fight.
Thrafo, to fhun thofe ills that may enfue,
Drink not at night, or drink at morning too.

GRIPE AND SHIFTER.

BY THE SAME.

RICH Gripe does all his thoughts and cunning bend
T' increase that wealth he wants the foul to spend.
Poor Shifter does his whole contrivance fet

To spend that wealth he wants the sense to get.
How happy would appear to each his fate,
His Gripe his humour, or he Gripe's estate!
Kind Fate and Fortune blend 'em, if you can,
And of two wretches make one happy man.

EPIGRAM.

BY LEONARD WELSTED.

"IOWE," fays Metius, " much to Colon's care; "Once only feen, he chose me for his heir."

True, Metius; hence your fortunes take their rife: His heir you were not, had he seen you twice.

PICTURE OF SENECA DYING IN A BATH.

BY JOURDAIN*.

AT THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF EXSTER'S

AT BURLEIGH HOUSE.

BY PRIOR.

WHILE cruel Nero only drains
The moral Spaniard's ebbing veins,
By study worn, and flack with age;
How dull, how thoughtless is his rage!
Heighten'd revenge he should have took;
He fhould have burnt his tutor's book,

* Jacques Jourdain, a disciple of Rubens.

And long have reign'd fupreme in vice.

One nobler wretch can only rife ;

"Tis he, whofe fury shall deface
The ftoic's image in this piece.
For while, unhurt, divine Jourdain,
Thy work and Seneca's remain ;
He ftill has body, ftill has foul,

And lives and speaks, reftor'd and whole.

EPIGRAM.

BY THE SAME.

FRANK carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats;
He eats more than fix, and drinks more than he eats.
Four pipes after dinner he constantly smokes,
And feafons his whiffs with impertinent jokes.
Yet fighing, he says, we must certainly break;

And my cruel unkindness compels him to speak;
For of late I invite him-but four times a week.

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ON THE SAME SUBJECT.

BY THE SAME.

HELEN was just flipt into bed, ··

Her eyebrows on the toilet lay;
Away the kitten with them fled,
As fees belonging to her prey.

For this misfortune, careless Jane,
Affure yourself, was loudly rated:
And Madam, getting up again,
With her own hand the mouse trap baited.

On little things, as fages write,
Depends our human joy, or forrow:
If we don't catch a mouse to-night,
Alas! no eyebrows for to-morrow.

on artificial beauties.

Brebeuf compofed for a wager an hundred and fifty epigrams fur une femme fardée. Nay, it is said that a rival wit foon afterwards produced three hundred on the same subject, without adopting any thought of Brebeuf, and, what is more remarkable, without changing his heroine's name.

PHILLIS'S AGE.

BY THE SAME.

HOW old may Phillis be, you ask,

Whose beauty thus all hearts engages?

To answer is no easy task,

For Phillis really has two ages.

Stiff in brocade, and pinch'd in stays,
Her patches, paint, and jewels on ;

All day let Envy view her face,

And Phillis is but twenty-one.

Paint, patches, jewels laid afide,
At night, aftronomers agree,
The evening has the day belied,

And Phillis is fome forty-three.