ON AN OLD GENTLEMAN'S MARRYING A FINE SINGING GIRL. BY THE SAME. FAM'D for the mufic of her strains, A warbling Linnet, o'er the plains, And through the neighbouring groves, was known; The Squire, as late he trudg'd along, Was ravish'd with this Linnet's fong, And wifh'd to make the bird his own. With curious art the fnare was fet, He caught her in his silken net- Will charm him with her fongs no more. THE SAD ALTERNATIVE. BY THE SAME. IN heat of youth, poor Jack engag'd a wife, Whofe tongue, he found, might prove a scourge for life; Perplex'd, he ftill put off the evil day; ON A GUARDIAN'S MARRYING HIS RICH WARD. BY THE SAME. MARIUS, by Calvus left in trust, Does but the thing that's ftrictly juft; To teftify his great regard, And better to fecure his ward From Irish bites, and fave her pelf, He wifely marries her himself. TO AN OLD LADY WHO BUILT A HOUSE IN A VERY BLEAK SITUATION. BY THE SAME, HER winds to feamen fells the Lapland witch; Would vou but trade in winds, you'd foon grow rich. ON A GLOBE OF THE WORLD. BY THE SAME. TINNIT! INANE EST. TRY, ere you purchase; hear the bauble ring: 'Tis all a cheat; a hollow, empty thing! VOLTAIRE'S VISIT TO CONGREVE*. BY THE SAME. ERE France, intent on her Utopian plan, Had fpurn'd all laws t' affert " the rights of man," On liberty fo zealously employ'd, Both liberty and property deftroy'd; She long had view'd, with envy-and applause, When young Voltaire, by freedom's charms infpir'd, Here heroes he beheld, who bravely fought; Patriots, who wifely plann'd, or greatly thought; *See Johnfon's Life of Congreve. Philofophers and bards of glorious name, Pope, who poffefs'd, Young rifing into fame : Yet fcorn'd the art, by which that height he gain'd. To view the bard, whofe works he oft had read, "Young man!" fays Congreve," you're of France, I find; "But polifh'd manners, and a liberal mind "Unite us all-yet you're deceiv'd, I fear, ""Tis as a gentleman, I fee you here." Sir! quoth Voltaire, we've gentlemen in France, Who drefs, and bow, talk politics, and dance; But you are more—and therefore am I come : And, were you not, Sir, I had ftaid at home. MARTIAL. LIB. II. EP. VII. DECLAMAS BELLE, &C. MODERNIZED. BY THE SAME. YES, you're a pretty preacher, Sir, we know it, Do all things prettily, but nothing well. *Bellas, hiftorias. ✦ Bellus es aftrologus. ‡ Magnus es Ardelio. |