Of old, when Scarron his companions invited,
Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united;
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Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow
Or by the lazy Scheldt or wandering Po,
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Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
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Good people all, with one accord
Lament for Madam Blaize,
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Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,
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When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
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O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
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Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,
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PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS.
WHAT! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage,
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('Imitated from the Spanish'.)
SURE 'twas by Providence design'd,
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IN IMITATION OF DEAN SWIFT
LOGICIANS have but ill defin'd
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WEEPING, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;
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FOR you, bright fair, the nine address their lays,
And tune my feeble voice to sing thy praise.
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ADDRESSED TO THE GENTLEMEN REFLECTED ON IN THE ROSCIAD,
A POEM, BY THE AUTHOR
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'TWAS you, or I, or he, or all together,
'Twas one, both, three of them, they know not whether;
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IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT
LONG had I sought in vain to find
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WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
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WHAT! five long acts -- and all to make us wiser!
Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser.
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IN these bold times, when Learning's sons explore
The distant climate and the savage shore;
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IN all my Enna's beauties blest,
Amidst profusion still I pine;
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SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS
THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES.
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MAN SPEAKER.
FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent stream
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WELL, having stoop'd to conquer with success,
And gain'd a husband without aid from dress,
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AH me! when shall I marry me?
Lovers are plenty; but fail to relieve me:
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CHASTE are their instincts, faithful is their fire,
No foreign beauty tempts to false desire;
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A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARE
THANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter
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THIS tomb, inscrib'd to gentle Parnell's name,
May speak our gratitude, but not his fame.
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JOHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers
To tell them the reason why asses had ears?
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HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from misery freed,
Who long was a bookseller's hack;
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HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense;
I'd speak a word or two, to ease my conscience.
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