What, though some time in hell he stay, "Sour vinegar must make sweet whey :" Rome was not finish'd in a day; Be of my mind, Your ditty sad and songs delay, For "words are wind." Each methodist, or stupid ass, Will tell you, Sirs, that "flesh is grass ;" And it will also come to pass, "That grass will fire;" The ember lies just where it was, The smoke mounts higher. So, let the good folks do their will, It brings more "grist unto his mill," And "drains the bog;' Heav'n rest him, they may make him still, 66 A hog, or dog." For, being" old dog" as I may say, At every wicked gambol gay, "When cat is out, the mice will play," And mock old Nick, He'll sport, if fortune, in this way, Don't shew" dog's trick." Then, "sure's a gun" he'll find to's cost, When he must desolate the coast "Without beat o' drum.” If he don't chance with saws, to tether Kick'd out, with all his goods together, I warrant, though the queer rogue tickles And be as great with Master Nichol's, As "six to the dozen." Then cease, he's snug enough "in port," As is the fashion, And proverbs mouthing of each sort, 'Twas "his vocation." TO FEELING. WHY thrills each nerve at Fancy's pictur'd woe, With pensive ecstacy she points the dart, In pleasing poison ting'd, that slow, but surely kills. Oft o'er the cradled infant hath she wept, glance, Pale jealousy, on love, with scowling brow Still watchful fix'd, false honor's impious glow, All sunk as yet beneath the mental trance, Nor rous'd by fervid youth, to shake this mortal stage. Oft while the matron hung with fondest mirth Oft seem'd to view the baleful hearse await Ah! me, too many are our cares unfeign'd, AN ODE TO A GREAT MAN'S GREAT PORTER. SWEET Cerberus, let dainty sonnets move thee, In vain no modulations charm thy breast, To spoil their vigour, not to make them warble.-- With nails corroded, and obstetic pain, Th' impenetrable offspring of his brain, While printer's devils bestrode the howling storm; Yes, caitiff, thou hast vitriol suck'd, with aquafortis, For murd'ring songsters thy infernal sport is! |