XIX.

The lying world says naughty words
Of you and me, my dearest love :

You know, my dear, the world's the Lord's ;
Let 'em no longer liars prove.

XX.

On seeing the Picture of NASH, between the Busts of NEWTON and POPE, in the Pump room at Bath.

Immortal Newton never spoke

More truth than here you'll find;
Nor Pope himself e'er penn'd a joke
More cruel on mankind.

The picture plac'd the busts between,
Gives satire all its strength;
Wisdom and wit are little seen,
But folly at full length.

XXI.

In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow,
Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,
Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen about thee,
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

XXII.

A haughty courtier, meeting in the streets
A scholar, him thus insolently greets;
Base men to take the wall, I ne'er permit;
The scholar said, "I do;" and gave him it.

XXIII.

On a Bee stifled in Honey.

From flow'r to flow'r, with eager pains,
See the blest, busy lab'rer fly;
When all that from her toil she gains,
Is, in the sweets she hoards, to die.

'Tis thus, would man the truth believe, With life's soft sweets, each fav'rite joy : If we taste wisely, they relieve;

But if we plunge too deep, destroy.

XXIV.

When fam'd Varelst this little wonder drew,
Flora vouchsaf'd the growing work to view:
Finding the painter's science at a stand,
The goddess snatch'd the pencil from his hand,
And finishing the piece, she smiling said;
Behold one work of mine that ne'er shall fade.

XXV.

On buying a Bible.

"Tis but folly to rejoice, or boast

How small a price thy well-bought purchase cost.
Until thy death, thou shalt not fully know
Whether it was a pennyworth, or no ;
And at that time, believe me, 'twill appear
Extremely cheap, or else extremely dear.

XXVI.

I only begg'd to kiss your hand,
You said your lips I might command;
Should I now ask those lips to kiss,
Would you not grant a greater bliss?

XXVII.

Dialogue between an old Incumbent, and the Person promised the next Presentation.

"I'm glad to see you well."...O faithless breath! What, glad to see me well, and wish my death? "No more, (replies the youth,) Sir, this misgiving: I wish not for your death, but for your Living."

XXVIII.

A woman is a book, and often found

To prove far better in the sheets, than bound; No wonder, then, some students take delight, Above all things, to study in the night.

XXIX.

Beauty venal.

Tempt but the fair with pieces ten,
If naughty, she'll consent t' ye;
But is she chaste? Excuse her then,
She yields not--under twenty.

XXX.

To a Lady who disdained to have the Author called her Lover.

Lord, Miss, how folks can frame a lie!
Love you, said they? By Jove not I.
Both Jove and you may witness bring
I never dreamt of such a thing.
Henceforth bid jealousy be gone;
Thyself, dear self, is thine alone:
From fear of rivals thou art free:
-O! were I half so blest as thee.

XXXI.

On a fat Gentleman.

When C-r-ts walks the streets, the paviours cry, "God bless you, Sir!" and lay their rammers by.

XXXII.

Let the good man, for nuptial rites design'd,
Turn over every page of woman-kind;

Mark ev'ry sense and how the readings vary,
And when he's read 'em through, then let him marry.

XXXIII.

You say you nothing owe, and so I say;
He only owes, who something has to pay.

XXXIV.

To Lady Mary, Belair makes addresses,
Presents he makes, sighs, presses, and professes.

Is she so fair? No lady so ill off.

What is so captivating then? Her cough.

XXXV.

An Ensign's post you ask, and that's denied: Ask for a Colonel's-less 'twill hurt your pride.