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Think not that France shall borrow all thy fame-
From British fires deriv'd thy genius came :
Its force, its energy, to these it ow'd,
But the fair polith Gallia’s clime bestow'd :
The Graces there each ruder thought refin’d,
And liveliest wit with soundeft lense combin'de
They taught in sportive Fancy's gay attire
To dress the gravest of th’ Aonian choir,
And gave to fober Wisdom's wrinkled cheek
The smile that dwells in Hebe’s diimple fieek..
Pay to each realm the debt that each

may
Be thine, and thine alone, the pleasing task,
In purett elegance of Gallic phrase
To cloathe the spirit of the British lays.
Thus every flower which every Mufe’s hand
Has rais'd profuse in Britain's favourite land,
By thee transplanted to the banks of Seine, ,
Its sweetest native odours fhall retain..
And when thy noble friend, with olive crown’d,
IK Concord's golden chain has firmly bound.
The rival nations, thou for both shalt raise
The grateful fong to his immortal praise.
Albion shall think the hears her Prior sing ; .
And France, that Boileau trikes the tuneful string.
Then shalt thou tell what various talents join’d,
Adorn, embellish, and exait his mind;
Learning and wit, with sweet politeness grac'd;
Wisdom by guile or cunning undebas'd ;
By pride unfullied, genuine dignity;
A nobler and subline fimplicity..

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Such in thy verse shall Nivernois be shewn :
France shall with joy the fair resemblance own ;
And Albion sighing bid her sons aspire
To imitate the merit they admire.

EPITAPH ON CAPTAIN GRENVILLE.

E weeping Muses, Graces, Virtues, tell

If, fince your all-accomplish'd Sydney fell,
You, or afflicted Britain, e'er deplor'd
A loss like that these plaintive lays record !
Such spotless honour; such ingenuous truth,
Such ripen’d wisdom in the bloom of youth !
So mild, so gentle, so compos'd a mind,
To fuch heroic warmth and courage join'd :
He too, like Sydney, nurs'd in Learning's arms,
For nobler war forsook her softer charms:
Like him, possess'd of every pleasing art,
The secret with of every female's heart:
Like him, cụt off in youthful glory's pride,
He, unrepining, for bis country dy d.

ON CAPTAIN CORNWALL,

SLAIN OFF TOULON, 1743. THOUGH Britain's genius hung her drooping

head, And mourn'd her ancient naval glory Aled ; On that fam'd day, when France combin'd with Spain, Strove for the wide dominion of the main :

Yet,

Yet, Cornwall! all with general voice agree
Το

pay the tribute of applause to thee.
When his bold chief, in thickest fight engag:d,
Unequal war with Spain's proud leader wag'd ;
With indignation mov’d, he timely came,
To rescue from reproach his country's name :
Success too dearly did his valour crown ;
He fav'd his leader's life, but lost his own.

ON GOOD HUMO U R.

Written at EATON-SCHOOL, 1729.

TE
ELL me, ye fons of Phæbus, what is this

Which all admire, but few, too few, possels?
A virtue 'tis to ancient maids unknown,
And prudes who spy all faults except their own.
Lov'd and defended by the brave and wise,
Though knaves abuse it, and like fools despise.
Say, Wyndham, if 'tis possible to tell,
What is the thing in which you most excel ?
Hard is the question, for in all you please;
Yet sure good-nature is your nobleft praise ;
Secur'd by this, your parts no envy move,
For none can envy him whom all must love.
This magic power can make ev'n folly please,
This to Pitt's genius adds a brighter grace,
And sweetens every charm in Cælia's face.

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SOME

SO ME

ADDITIONAL STANZAS

TO

ASTOLFO'S VOYAGE TO THE MOON, ,

IN ARIOS T 0.

I. WH

HEN now Astolfo, stor'd within a vase,

Orlando's wits-had safely brought away ;
He turn'd his eyes towards another place,
Where, closely cork’d, unnumber'd bottles lay.

II.
Of finest crystal were those bottles made,

Yet what was there inclos'd he could not see :
Wherefore in humble wise the Saint he pray’d,
To tell what treasure there conceal’d might be..

III. “ A wondrous thing it is," the Saint replied,

" Yet undefin'd by any mortal wight; “ An airy effence, not to be descried, “ Subtle and thin, that MAIDENHEAD is hight.

IV.. « From earth each day in troops they hither come,

“ And fill each hole and corner of the Moon; " For they are never easy while at home, “ Nor ever owner thought them gone too soon.

V. " When

V. " When lere arriy'd, they are in bottles pent,

“ For fear they thould evaporate again; " And hard it is a prison to invent,

“ So volatile a fpirit to retain.

VI. “ Those that to young and wanton girls belong

Leap, bounce, and fly, as if they'd burst the

“ glass :

“ But those that have below been kept too long

“ Are spiritless, and quite decay'd, alas!"

VII.
So spake the Saint, and wonder seiz'd the Knight,

As of each vesel he tlı’ inseription read; For various secrets there were brought to light; of which report on earth had nothing faid,

VIII.
Virginities, that clofe confin'd he thought

In t' other world, he found above the sky;
His filter's and his cousin's there were brought,
Which made him (wear, though good St. John
was by,

IX.
But much his wrath increas', when he espied

That which was Chloe's once, his mistress dear : " Ah, falle and treacherous fugitive!” he cried,

“ Little I deem'd that I Mould meet thee here.

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