Behold his warlike banners wave!

Like Britain's oak the hero stands:
The shield-the shelter of the brave!
The guardian o'er the British bands!
Arise, paternal, &c.

He wrests the wreath from Richelieu's' brows,
Which fraud or faction planted there;
France to the gallant hero bows,

And Europe's chiefs his name revere.
Arise, paternal, &c.

With partial conquest on their side,
The sons of Gaul-a pageant crew!
Rank but inglorious in their pride,
To Blakeney and his vanquish'd few,
Arise, paternal, &c.

Hibernia2, with maternal care,

His labour'd statue lifts on high:
Be partial, Time!-the trophy spare,
That Blakeney's name may never die.
Arise, paternal glory! rise,

And lift your Blakeney to the skies.

1 Commander of the expedition against Port Mahon.

2 A statue was erected in Dublin to the memory of General Blakeney, who was a native of Ireland.

EPISTLES.

TO A YOUNG WIDOW,

LET bashful virgins, nicely coy,
Exalted rapture lose,
And, timid at untasted joy,

Through fearfulness refuse.

Will you the pleasing conflict tried,
Though sure to conquer-fly?
If you-the sacred zone untied,
'Tis peevish to deny.

But if, my fair! the widow's name
Hold gracious with you still,
The God of Love has form'd a scheme
Obsequious to your will.

Take, take me to thy twining arms
(Oppress'd with warm desire),
Where, conquer'd by such mighty charms,
A monarch might expire.

Thou 'lt be a widow every night

(Thy wondrous power confess'd!)

And, as I die in dear delight,
My tomb shall be thy breast,

TO DELIA.

SAY, my charmer! right or wrong,
Say it from your heart or tongue:
Be sincere, or else deceive;
Say you love and I'll believe.

TO CHLOE,

ON A CHARGE OF INCONSTANCY. How can Chloe think it strange, Time should make a lover change? Time brings all things to an end, Courage can't the blow defend. See, the proud aspiring oak Falls beneath the fatal stroke: If on Beauty's cheek he preys, Straight the rosy bloom decays: Joy puts out his lambent fires, And, at Time's approach-expires. How can Chloe think it strange, Time should make a lover change?

TO CHLOE,

IN AN ILL HUMOUR.

CONSIDER, Sweet maid! and endeavour To conquer that pride in thy breast;

It is not a haughty behaviour

Will set off thy charms to the best.

The ocean, when calm, may delight you;
But should a bold tempest arise,
The billows, enraged, would affright you,
Loud objects of awful surprise.

'Tis thus when good humour diffuses
Its beams o'er the face of the fair;
With rapture his heart a man loses,
While frowns turn love to despair.

TO MR. H

YES, Colin, 'tis granted, you flutter in lace,
You whisper and dance with the fair;
But merit advances, 'tis yours to give place;
Stand off, and at distance revere:

Nor tease the sweet maid with your jargon of chat,
By her side as you saunter along;

Your taste-your complexion-your this—and

your that,

Nor lisp out the end of

your song.

For folly and fashion you barter good sense (If sense ever fell to your share),

'Tis enough you could pert petit maître commence, Laugh-loiter-and lie with an air.

No end you can answer; affections you've none; Made only for prattle and play :

Like a butterfly, bask'd for a while in the sun, You'll die undistinguish'd away.

TO THE

AUTHOR OF POEMS,

WRITTEN BY NOBODY'.

ADVANCE to Fame-advance reveal'd!
Let conscious worth be bold:
Why have you lain so long conceal'd,
And hid Peruvian gold?

Dan Phoebus did with joy discern
Your genius brought to light;
And many a Somebody should learn,
From Nobody to write.

APOLLO,

TO THE COMPANY AT HARROWGATE.

FROM my critical court, at a quarterly meeting; To my Harrowgate subjects this embassy greeting: Whereas, from the veteran poets complaint is Their works are no longer consider'd as dainties; And Shakspeare and Congreve, Farquhar and others,

The tragical-comical-farcical brothers,

Petition us oft for some gents and some ladies [is). (Our subjects, no doubt, since dramatic their trade We govern their stational stage by direction, And send them to you for your friendly protection;

1 Robertson, an actor belonging to the York company.