Here I lay my fceptre down, Friends from Mount, Grove, and Dell, come; What I prize above my crown, Is a friend's hearty welcome. Fair yellow, &c. THE END. WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR, SPOKEN BY MR. TARREN. TO touch on Antwerp now, you may suppose Our Bard to-night, fome harmless jokes to crack And for his Flemish Cytherea burns: He wooes in vain---the painter's mimic art Sublime and great !---what tow'ring height above And tastes the fruits of all his toil and care. * Alluding to the political ftate of the Netherlands in 1788. 3 C 2 Now Now Royal Windfor, by his work is grac❜d, If you but patronize our poet's lays, Great QUINTIN's art shall flourish in his bays. *The picture of the Two Mifers, at Windfor Caftle, painted by Quintin Matfys, the Blacksmith of Antwerp. |