CATHARINA: THE SECOND PART. On her Marriage to George Courtenay, Esq. [June, 1792.] BELIEVE it or not, as you choose, I did but express a desire, To see Catharina at home, Such prophecy some may despise, And therefore attains to its end. Maria* would leave us, I knew, To the grief and regret of us all, And therefore this union of hands *Lady Throckmorton. Since therefore I seem to incur And now I will try with another, AN EPITAPH. [1792.] HERE lies one who never drew Armed men have gladly made Him their guide, and him obey'd, At his signified desire, Would advance, present, and Fire Stout he was, and large of limb, $ EPITAPH ON FOP, A DOG BELONGING TO LADY THROCKMORTON. [August, 1792.] THOUGH Once a puppy, and though Fop by name, Here moulders One whose bones some honour claim. No sycophant, although of spaniel race, And though no hound, a martyr to the chase Ye squirrels, rabbits, leverets, rejoice, Your haunts no longer echo to his voice ; He died worn out with vain pursuit of you. SONNET TO GEORGE ROMNEY, ESQ. ON His picture of me in Crayons, drawn at Eartham in the 61st year of my age, and in the months of August and September, 1792. [October, 1792.] ROMNEY, expert infallibly to trace On chart or canvass, not the form alone And semblance, but, however faintly shown, The mind's impression too on every face With strokes that time ought never to erase Thou hast so pencill'd mine, that though I own The subject worthless, I have never known The artist shining with superiour grace. But this I mark-that symptoms none of wo Since, on maturer thought, the cause is clear; For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see ON RECEIVING HAYLEY'S PICTURE. [January, 1793.] IN language warm as could be breath'd or penn d, Thy picture speaks th' Original, my Friend, Not by those looks that indicate thy mindThey only speak thee Friend of all mankind; Expression here more soothing still I see, That Friend of all a partial Friend to me. EPITAPH ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELEY. [April 1793.] TEARS flow, and cease not, where the good man lies, Till all who knew him follow to the skies. Tears therefore fall where Chester's ashes sleep; ON A PLANT OF VIRGIN'S BOWER, DESIGNED TO COVER A GARDEN-SEAT. [Spring of 1793.] THRIVE, gentle plant; and weave a bow'r And deck with many a splendid flow'r Thy foliage large and free. Thou cam'st from Eartham, and wilt shade (If truly I divine) Some future day th' illustrious head Of Him who made thee mine. |