Strange war! where both, as vanquish'd, are content, And both, as conq'ring, their success lament.

ON MRS. POPE AND MISS FELLOWES, BEAUTIES AT BATH, SOME YEARS AGO.

BY THE SAME.

IN Mrs. Pope, I grant, more charms we find,
Than are in all her fex befides combin'd:

But though the thus excels each other toaft,
Yet of her FELLOWES Bath may justly boaft.

ON TWO NEIGHBOURS, WHO DIED AT THE SAME TIME.

BY THE LATE DR. JAMES FORDYCE*. "MY neighbour Thornton cannot live a day," Cried honeft Jones, then in a deep decay.

Jones cannot live a day," cried Thornton, broke With cruel gout, tho' ftill he lov'd a joke.

To think himself might die, each one was loth: Before the day expir'd-Death seized them both.

Dr. J. Fordyce died, at Bath, O&. 1, 1796, in the 76th year of his age. His death is poetically lamented by Mrs. Hannah Moore, in The Gentleman's Magazine for No

vember, 1796.

ON PAPER, THE OTHER BY

IN WAX.

BY LOVIBOND*.

FAIR fculpture of Ammon's young graces!
My Lady with whim fhall we tax,

On Paper who marks thy faint traces,
Which Stella stamps lively in wax ?

Of their hearts they make mutual confeffion,
That, cold to emotions once felt,
The mother's fcarce yields to impreffion,

The daughter's can foften and melt.

Author of The Tears of Old May Day, first printed in The World. Of Lovibond's Life few particulars are known. His Works are included in Dr. Anderfon's Edition of the British Poets.

EPIGRAM.

BY THE REV. RICHARD GRAVES *.

MEAGRE NEATNESS.

THUS to the master of a house,

Which, like a church, would starve a moufe,
Which never guest had entertain'd,

Nor meat, nor wine its floors had stain'd;

I faid:" Well, Sir, 'tis vaftly fine; "But where d'you drink, and where d'you dine? "If one may judge by rooms fo neat,

"It cofts you more in mops than meat."

THE FAIR STOIC.

BY THE SAME.

"BEAR and forbear;" thus preach the Stoic fages; And in two words include the sense of pages. "With patience bear life's certain ills; and oh! "Forbear those pleasures that must end in woe."

Rector of Claverton, near Bath.

With these wife maxims Sappho still can treat us,
And prove her text from Carter's Epictetus.
Thus to be Stoics each fair friend the teaches,
Whilft Sappho ne'er will practise what the preaches;
For, turn'd of fifty, we may safely swear,
Sappho will neither bear, nor yet forbear.

TO BE WRITTEN IN A LADY'S MILTON.

BY THE SAME.

CLOE, to Cloe's foibles fomewhat blind,
Admires the wild caprice of womankind.
"Strange that our mother Eve, so void of grace,
"Should for an apple curfe the human race!"
Her cenfure thus on Eve rash Cloe pours,
Whilft fhe herself green fruit and chalk devours.
But ceafe, fair maid, that fatal crime to blame,
When you, more frail, had furely done the fame :
For lefs reftraint, your Maker's will had croft,
Nay, for a crab, your Paradise had lost.

THE FORCE OF FASHION.

BY THE SAME.

VARUS, tho' merely led by fashion,
For worth alone pretends a paffion;
Affects with truly lib'ral spirit,
To idolize a man of merit :

Applauds the deeds, the fenfe, the jokes
Of good, of wife, of witty folks :-

:

He daily at your house attends,

And feems to rank you with his friends :
In public too he'll still affect

To treat you with profound respect,
(More than Venetians do their doge)
For what?-Because you are in vogue.

But, Sir, you must not think it ftrange
If Varus should his conduct change.
The public, fickle as a child,

Now frowns on what fo late it fmil'd;

Still fond of change, wants fomething new;

Careffing me, neglecting you.