LIB. 12. EP XCI.

WEALTHY was of a fever like to die;
When a moft folemn vow was made by Sly,

If his friend Wealthy gave not up the ghost,
A church he'd build at his own proper coft.
Wealthy gets well. Thinks Sly, left in the lurch,
Since private pray'r prevail'd, there needs no church.

EPIGRAM *.

BY HENLEY.

POPE came off clean with Homer; but they fay Broome went before, and kindly fwept the way.

Preferved in Johnfon's Life of Broome.

+ Broome was employed by Pope to tranflate eight books of the Odyssey.

EPIGRAM,

ON SEEING A WHOLE LENGTH OF NASH BETWEEN THE

BUSTS OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON AND MR. POPE IN THE

ROOMS AT BATH.

BY THE LATE EARL OF CHESTERFIELD.

IMMORTAL Newton never fpoke
More truth than here you'll find;
Nor Pope himself e'er penn'd a joke
More cruel on mankind.

The picture plac'd the busts between,
Gives fatire all its strength;

Wisdom and Wit are little feen,

But Folly at full length

AN EPIGRAM ON THE REVEREND LAURENCE

ECHARD'S AND BISHOP GILBERT BURNET'S

HISTORIES.

BY GREEN*.

GIL's Hiftory appears to me
Political anatomy;

A cafe of fkeletons well done,

And malefactors every one.

His fharp and ftrong incifion pen
Hiftorically cuts up men,

And does with lucid skill impart

Their inward ails of head and heart.

Laurence proceeds another way,
And well-drefs'd figures doth difplay:
His characters are all in flesh,
Their hands are fair, their faces fresh,
And from his fweet'ning art derive

A better fcent than when alive :

He wax-work made, to please the fons,

Whofe fathers were Gil's skeletons.

* Matthew Green, of the Cuftom-house; for a beautiful edition of whofe Poems, with fome judicious obfervations on them, we are obliged to Dr. Aikin.

THE FIRST PAIR.

BY THE REV. JOHN STRAIGHT *,

ADAM alone could not be easy,

So he must have a wife, an't please ye :
And how did he procure this wife
To cheer his folitary life?

Why, from a rib cut off his fide
Was form'd this neceffary bride.
But how did he the pain beguile?
Pho! he flept fweetly all the while.
But when this rib was re-applied,
In woman's form, to Adam's fide,
How then, I pray you, did it answer?
He never flept so sweet again, Sir.

Who held, many years ago, the living of Finden in

Suffex. See the Gentleman's Magazine for 1776.

ON CHARINUS, THE HUSBAND OF AN UGLY WIFE.

FROM JOHANNES SECUNDUS.

BY THE REV. JOHN WHALEY *.

YOUR wife's poffeft of fuch a face and mind,
So charming that, and this fo foft and kind,
So fmooth her forehead, and her voice fo fweet,
Her words fo tender, and her dress so neat,

That would kind heav'n, whence man all good derives,
In wondrous bounty, fend me three fuch wives,
Dear happy husband! take it on my word,
I'd give the devil two, to take the third.

ON A WASP'S SETTLING ON DELIA'S ARM.

BY THE SAME.

HOW fweetly careless Delia feems,

(Her innocence can fear no harm)

While round th' envenom'd infect skims,
Then fettles on her snowy arm!

*Formerly Fellow of King's College.