To speed their chearful brimmers round, III. Blefs'd by thofe lips, which touch divine, To nectar it converts the wine; To gladness every care. IV. Give me that balm to ease my pain, And let the relique ftill remain, An EPIGRAM occafion'd by the PEACH D STONE. I. RINK on, my friends, drink* YEOMAN dry, A PEARCH-STONE can that want supply, As fings a bard divine. II. If fo, how blefs'd are ASTROP BEAUX ? MARIA fparkling wine bestows : ADIALOGUE betwixt Mr. Mævius and M. WHY fleeps your learn'd defence, still keep in The learn'd defence you promis'd o'er and o'er ? B. Ob * YEOMAN, the perfon who keeps the tavern at ASTROP WELLS. B. Objections all I have maturely weigh'd; Of mankind all the wife difcerning part M. Of these wife men what number may there be? Grubftreet Journal, No 92. On the ASTROP PEACH-STONE. N° I. TO more may chymift boast an unknown art, Of changing brass to gold by stone divine: MARIA to a PEACH-STONE can impart The pow'r of turning all things into wine. II. Hnre ASTROP waters, for their steel fo fam'd, But change to heav'nly draught, nectareous wine. O may this ftone my conftant chymift be, Ah Poets! happy 'twere, if by this ftone We NECTAR DRINKERS cou'd preserve our coin, But fee, alas! our guineas all are flown: Ev'n thofe are chang'd by magick into wine. V. Thrice V. Thrice happy ASTROP, real HELICON, The chofen feat of all the heav'nly nine. Still, ftill, O goddess! blefs the happy spring; And learn to praife the donor of their wine. See! fee! fhe comes: behold the Angel's charms, Amaz'd I ftand, I figh, I faint, I'm gone, How is't, that she, who hermits bofoms warms, Congeals my blood, and turns me to a stone? VIII. from those fair lips, thou heav'n O breathe upon this stone one balmy kiss: blifs. Grubftreet Journal, No 93. VERSES on the fudden Stop in the fale of Mr. B's Sermon, and the Publication of his Defence of the Miracle, &c. W HEN YORKSHIRE SERMON lately took its flight, But to the weakeft eyes it brightest fhin'd; Grub Grubftreet Journal, No 94. Rumpitur invidia, quod amamur, quodque probamur MARTIAL. Epig. vi. 69. A CANDIDATE'S LETTER to the FREEHOLDERS of a certain County, verfified. T O my brother freeholders these lines I indite, You all know how I thought myself highly abused, Though I'd promifed indeed no more trouble to give, I thank you howe'er for your steady affection, Tho' in hopes to exchange it for knight of the fhire: of Of which difapointed, I can take up with ease To affure you I ftood with intention to fit; Grubftreet Journal, No 95. TH HE following verfes, publifh'd last year upon the R. Hon. the prefent LORD MAYOR, having been lately criticis'd, by a pedant who could not conftrue them, occafion'd the following tranflation; which we thought not improper to publifh at this time, feveral of the lines being as applicable to his elect, as to his prefent lordship, The faid pedant is defired, for the future, not to abufe the laborious SMETIUS,the chief fountain of all his learning, by conftruing ecclefiaftici, & alii quidam pofteriores poetæ, monkish and other bad writers, in order to prove SIDONIus fuch one, because his name is ranged among them. He would have done well to have mention'd fome of the monks contain'd in that catalogue; in which his admir'd author has placed ENNIUS, CATULLUS, HORACE, JUVENAL, MARTIAL, AUSONIUS, &C. In fhort, all he fays proves nothing, but that he is himfelf, according to his own way of arguing, a monkish fcribbler. P HILOSOPHUM non barba facit, non laurea vatem : Eft EQUES, eft MILES, nobile calcar habens. Plurimus eft MILES, qui nunquam preliæ tentat; Multus EQUES, qui vix pendulus hæret equo. Emit |