SONG. O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, And turning all the past to pain; Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe; And he who wants each other blessing, In thee must ever find a foe. THE CLOWN'S REPLY. JOHN TROTT was desir'd by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why asses had ears; "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to "letters, "Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters. "Howe'er from this time I shall ne'er see your graces, "As I hope to be sav'd! without thinking on asses.' Edinburgh, 1753. H 2 EPITAPH EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON.* HERE lies poor NED PURDON, from misery freed, He led such a damnable life in this world,- *This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wasted his patrimony, he enlisted as a foot soldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a scribbler in the newspapers. He translated Voltaire's HENriade. AN AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE. GOOD people all, with one accord, The needy seldom pass'd her door, She strove the neighbourhood to please, With manners wond'rous winning; And never follow'd wicked ways, Unless when she was sinning. At At church, in silks and satins new, Her love was sought, I do aver, But now her wealth and finery fled, The doctors found, when she was dead,- 0 Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more, She had not dy'd to-day. |