ODE TO THE EIGHT CATS BELONGING TO ISRAEL MENDEZ, A Jew. SCENE, Midnight.-The Poet in his Shirt at the Window. [PETER PINDAR.] SINGERS of Israel! Oh ye singers sweet, Lo! in my shirt, on you these eyes I fix, How sweetly roll your gooseb'ry eyes, And loving scratch each other black and blue! But all the moonlight world seems made for you. Singers of Israel! Ye no parsons want Ye call the matrimonial service cant Like our first parents, take each other's word: On no one ceremony pleas'd to fix— To jump not even o'er two sticks. You want no furniture, alas! Spit, spoon, dish, frying-pan, nor ladle; (Which custom for our Christian babes enjoins) To rock the staring offspring of your loins. Nor of the lawyers have ye need, No schools ye want, for fine behaving, Pleas'd in each other's arms to rest, To feast on luscious love, life's choicest blessing! Good gods! Ye sweet love-chaunting rams, To mount a house, to scale a chimney top; Who, sweet obliging creature, far from coy, Dear, mousing tribe, my limbs are waxing cold; I do suppose you need not now be told GRACE SPOKEN AT A MISER'S TABLE, THANKS for this miracle! It is no less Than manna dropping in the wilderness : Chimnies have smok'd that never smok'd before, And we have din'd where we shall dine no more. LINES OCCASIONED BY KING CHARLES THE SECOND AND THE EARL OF LAUDERDALE SLEEPING, WHILE DR. SOUTH WAS PREACHING AT WHITEHALL. OLD South, a witty churchman reckon'd, "My Lord! why 'tis a monstrous thing, PINNED TO A SHEET, IN WHICH A WOMAN STOOD TO DO PENANCE IN THE CHURCH.. HERE Stand I, for whores as great To cast a scornful eye on; Should each whore here be doom'd a sheet, You'd soon want one to lie on. EPITAPH, IN GUILDFORD CHURCH-YARD. READER, pass on, ne'er waste your time ANOTHER, IN CURRY CHURCH-YARD, NEAR EDINBURGH, ON A SCHOOLMASTER. BENEATH these stones lie Mackie's bones; Appoint him tutor to your sons, EPITAPH ON LITTLE STEPHEN, A NOTED FIDDLER, IN SUFFOLK. STEPHEN and time Are now both even; Stephen beat time, Now time beats Stephen. |