To Lady F I R E B R A C E *,

AT BURY ASSIZ ES.

At length must Suffolk's beauties shine in vain,

So long renown'd in B n's deathless strain f

Thy charms, at least, fair Firebrace, might inspire

Some zealous bard to wake the sleeping lyre;

For, such thy beauteous mind and lovely face,

Thou seem'st at once, bright nymph, a Muse and Grace.

* This lady was Bridget, third daughter of Philip Bacon, Esq. of Ipswich, and relict of Philip Evers, Esq. of that town. She became the second wife of Sir Cordell Firebrace, the last Baronet of that name (to whom she brought a fortune of £. 25,000), July 26, 1737. Being again left a widow in 1759, she was a third time married, April 7, 1762, to William Campbell, Esq. uncle to the present Duke of Argyle; and died July 3, 1782.

To L Y CE, AN ELDERLY LADY.

YE Nymphs whom starry rays invest,
By flatt ring poets given,

Who shine, by lavish lovers drest,
In all the pomp of Heaven;

Engross not all the beams on high
Which gild a lover's lays,

But, as your sister of the sky,
Let Lyce share the praise.

Z 3 Her

Her silver locks display the moon,
Her brows, a cloudy show ;

Strip'd rainbows round her eyes are seen,
And show’rs from either flow.

Her teeth the night with darkness dyes,
She’s starr'd with pimples o'er ;

Her tongue like nimble lightning plies,
And can with thunder roar.

But some Zelinda, while I sing,
Denies my Lyce shines;
And all the pens of Cupid's wing
Attack my gentle lines.
Yet, spite of fair Zelinda's eye,
And all her bards express,
My Lyce makes as good a sky,
And I but flatter less.

ON THE DEATH OF
Mr. R O B E R T L E V E T,
A Practiser in Physic.

CoNDEMN’D to Hope's delusive mine,
As on we toil from day to day,

By sudden blasts, or slow decline,
Our social comforts drop away.

Well try'd through many a varying year,
See Levet to the grave descend,
Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of ev'ry friendless name the friend.
Yet
Yet still he fills Affection's eye,
Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind;

Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny
Thy praise to merit unrefin'd.

When fainting nature call'd for aid,
And hov'ring Death prepar'd the blow,

His vigorous remedy display'd
The pow'r of art without the show.

In misery's darkest cavern known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
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Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan,
And lonely want retird to die.

No summons mock'd by chill delay,
No petty gain disdain’d by pride,

The modest wants of ev'ry day
The toil of ev'ry day supply'd.

His virtues walk'd their narrow round,

Nor made a pause, nor left a void; And sure th' Eternal Master found The single talent well employ'd.

The busy day—the peaceful night,
. Unfelt, uncounted, glided by ;
His frame was firm—his powers were bright,
Though now his eightieth year was nigh.
Then with no fiery throbbing pain,
No cold gradations of decay,
Death broke at once the vital chain,
And freed his soul the nearest way.

PHILLIPS whose touch harmonious could remove
The pangs of guilty pow'r, and hapless love,
Rest here, distrest by poverty no more,
Find here that calm thou gav'st so oft before;
Sleep undisturb’d within this peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with a note like thine.

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