HYPOCRISY DETECTED You laugh-'tis well-The tale applied, While one as innocent regards A snug and friendly game at cards; And one, Can see no evil in a play ; Some love a concert or a race; With sophistry their sauce they sweeten, ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCII. YE nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red Where Rhenus strays his vines among, Or only with a whistle blest, Well taught he all the sounds express'd The honours of his ebon poll Were brighter than the sleekest mole, With which Aurora decks the skies Above, below, in all the house, Well lattic'd-but the grate, alas! But smooth with wands from Ouse's side, Night veil'd the pole; all seem'd secure, A beast forth sallied on the scout, Long-back'd, long-tail'd, with whisker'd sncut, And badger-colour'd hide He, ent'ring at the study door And something in the wind Conjectur'd, sniffing round and round, Just then, by adverse fate impress'd, A rat fast clinging to the cage, For aided both by ear and scent, Minute the horrors that ensu'd; His teeth were strong, the cage was wood- O had he made that too his prey; Might have repaid him well I wote, Maria weeps the muses mourn— THE ROSE. The Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r Which Mary to Anna convey'd, The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flow'r And weigh'd down its beautiful head. The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, I hastily seiz'd it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might have bloom'd with its owner a while; And the tear that is wip'd with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile THE DOVES. I. REAS'NING at ev'ry step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, While meaner things, whom instinct leads, One silent eve I wander'd late, And heard the voice of love: Our mutual bond of faith and truth, Those blessings of our early youth Shall cheer our latest age: IV. While innocence without disguise, And constancy sincere, Shall fill the circles of those eycs, And mine can read them there. V. Those ills that wait on all below, VI. When lightnings flash among the trees, Or kites are hov'ring near, I fear lest thee alone they seize, And know no other fear. VII. 'Tis then I feel myself a wife, VIII. But ch! if fickle and unchaste, IX. No need of lightnings from on high, Denied th' endearments of thine eye, |