COMMON FAME PUT TO SHAME. Forbear, thou common liar, common fame, Made wise by others' harms, the cautious fair THE FINAL TEST. When Death puts out our flame, the snuff will tell, If we were wax or tallow, by the smell. RECEIPT FOR A MODERN DUEL. Two fools, with each an empty head, And tell the world how brave they are. ON DOING NOTHING. "What are you doing, Joe?" said I, "And grins, and chuckles, all the while; "But we're such clever chaps, d'ye see, CUPID TAKEN PRISONER. Late the Muse's Cupid found, Happy in his rosy chain, Love with Beauty will remain. LACK OF BRAINS. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; ON WALTZING. By Sir H. E. Bart. What! the girl I adore, by another embrac'd? What! the balm of her lips shall another man taste? What! touched in the twirl, by another man's knee? From the rose you have shaken the tremulous dew, The Pretty Waltzer's Reply. The girl you adore was not closely embraced, The balm of her lips did no other man taste, She was not rudely press'd by another man's knee, Did not panting recline on another than thee 'Twas appearance, not truth the grape holds her first blue, From the rose is not shaken one drop of sweet dew, Unsoil'd she remains, and still faithful to you: true, To avoid all suspicion forbearance is due. ON A KISS. ; Humid seal of soft affections, Sorrowing joy, adieu's last action, NINE TAILORS MAKE A MAN, I've heard nine tailors make a man, R I've also heard, deny who can, GRACE AT A MISER'S TABLE, O! thou that blest the loaves and fishes, THE PERFECT BEAUTY. Marked you her eye of heavenly blue? Sheridan. POETICAL ADVERTISEMENT FOR A WIFE. Wanted-a wife To sweeten life, By a bachelor healthy and young; She must be fair, In prudence rare, And one who can bridle her tongue. No difference then will arise; Two jewels to find in her eyes. There's nothing more That I have to offer at present; So let what Miss Will answer this, Direct to Will. Mann on the Crescent. THE LADY'S WATCH. To a Lady, on seeing her take her watch from her bosom, and complaining it did not go right. How could you, Mira, think that watch Where time's unknown? for what's placed there THE PHILOSOPHIC REPAST. As lately a sage on fine ham was repasting, (Though for breakfast too savoury, I ween,) He exclaim'd to a friend, who sat silent and fast "What a breakfast of learning is mine!” "A breakfast of learning!" with wonder he cried, And laugh'd, for he thought him mistaken; "Why what is it else," the sage quickly replied, "When I'm making large extracts from Bacon?” |