This process achieved, it is doom'd to sustain Alas for the poet! who dares undertake Το urge reformation of national ill— His head and his heart are both likely to ache After all he must beat it as thin and as fine And unless you adorn it, a nausea follows. EPITAPH ON A FREE BUT TAME REDBREAST, A FAVOURITE OF MISS SALLY HURDIS. THESE are not dewdrops, these are tears, One morn he came not to her hand And, on her finger perch'd, to stand Alarm'd, she call'd him, and perplex'd That day he came not, nor the next, She therefore raised him here a tomb, Had half a score of coxcombs died Poor Sally's tears had soon been dried, But Bob was neither rudely bold Nor was, like theirs, his bosom cold, March, 1792. SONNET ADDRESSED TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ. HAYLEY-thy tenderness fraternal shown Of friendship more, except with God alone. But thou hast won me; nor is God my Who, ere this last afflictive scene began, Sent thee to mitigate the dreadful blow, My brother, by whose sympathy I know Thy true deserts infallibly to scan, foe, Not more to admire the bard than love the man. June 2, 1792. AN EPITAPH. HERE lies one who never drew Would advance, present, and fire— Neptune was he call'd, not he Who controls the boisterous sea, Neptune of the furrow'd land; And, your wonder vain to shorten, Pointer to Sir John Throckmorton. ON RECEIVING HAYLEY'S PICTURE. IN language warm as could be breathed or penn'd ON A PLANT OF VIRGIN'S BOWER, DESIGNED TO COVER A GARDEN-SEAT. THRIVE, gentle plant! and weave a bower And deck with many a splendid flower Thou camest from Eartham, and wilt shade Some future day the illustrious head Of him who made thee mine. Should Daphne show a jealous frown, And envy seize the bay, Affirming none so fit to crown III. CC Thy cause with zeal we shall defend, ON RECEIVING HEYNE'S VIRGIL FROM MR. HAYLEY. I SHOULD have deem'd it once an effort vain |