TO MR. CAMBRIDGE; In Imitation of SHAKESPEARE. WE do commend your " Barbary *:"—the words Domestic to thee serve thy will-as 't please Thyself, pronounce their office. Oh, the pearl That I in thee possess !-A jewel 'tis Of such a lustre as if twenty seas Had all their sands of pearl, and rocks of gold: Of Nature thou art form'd; and the wide world (But in their warp for me) have thy affections eyes Are stuck upon thee; and his volumes run With idle scent and with disordered gust Upon thy treadings:-thousand scapes of wit Are father'd upon thee, &c. &c. * Some wit upon that word. I used very often to ask Mr. CAMBRIDGE the News of the Town, when I came directly from thence, and passed his Twickenham door in the way to my Villa. This habit arose from a very just impression, that he knew more of such topicks than I did, having more avidity for them, and living so near the Gossip's Fairyland, which is Richmond. We often bantered one another upon this habit; and I made four Latin verses upon it, attempting (however imperfectly) to make them resemble the Epigrams of Martial, and acquainting him that I had found them in that celebrated Poet, with a reference to the book and the number. He was deceived, and said at first that he remembered them; but afterwards detected and forgave the deceit. I had sent the following as an English version of the Latin by me. There again I was fortunate, as he commended me for being so much like the Original. IMITATION OF MARTIAL." Deciano salutem." VIX Roma egressus villæ novus advena, ruris To Mr. CAMBridge. WHEN the mare to your villa has just brought me down, I interrogate you, 'What's the news of the town?' To my chambers* if you for variety go, Learn of me 'how your peas and your cucumbers grow!' THE VALE OF YEARS. To Mr. CAMBRIDGE, who dated "Vale of Years." THE "Vale of Years"-no date for you: Repuls'd and baffled in my scent, * I had then chambers at Lincoln's Inn. But you, with spirit, grace, and skill, But ever distant from THE Vale. you Whom sense adorns, and wit endears; Though a good Christian, as Voltaire; ON A GIFT OF SHEEP TO MR. CAMBRIDGE, And are to pass before Apollo. * Mr. Cambridge was then full 80 years of age (Lord Mansfield at the same age), and three or four years after, it was unimpaired. Here there is a double coincidence. The colours of Titian are still fresh, and seem as if Time could never touch them. Some of his best pictures were painted after he was 90 years of age. * He died at 96. § This prodigy of talents and virtue reached a full century, and was never more brilliant than a few moments before his death." Voila," said he, "la premiere mort que je vois;" and, when asked if he suffered, he answered, "Je ne sens qu'une difficulté d'étre." ON RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE, ESQ. BLUSH, ribald Wit, and Folly's wasted life, Ye Hypocrites, and Pedants, disappear! TO A CELEBRATED WIT, WHO HAD CHALKSTONES IN HIS FEET. You love a simile;-why then have at you: You are in Scripture the Assyrian Statue; Of you, with equal truth, it may be said, The feet are clay, but golden is the head. TO RICHARD CUMBERLAND †, ESQ. "WAKE from its rest the comic lyre! And Britain's Terence crown again! * Horace. + This is a copy, with some variations, of a Poem printed in the "Illustrations of Literary History," vol. III. p. 831. "Resign the amorous myrtle's hue! Thee, ever sure of public fame, When Britain's Genius thus complain'd, With sanguine flame the vesture glows, Thy Patriot Bands their Leader boast, 'Tis past;-the Victor's wreath is ours: With Satire-from the Muse a theft |