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, Perhaps is approv'd in the skies, And therefore attains to its end. Maria* would leave us, I know, To the grief and regret of us all, And therefore this union of hands *Lady Throckmorton. Since therefore I seem to incur No danger of wishing in vain, When making good wishes for Her, I will e'en to my wishes again— With one I have made her a Wife, And now I will try with another, Which I cannot suppress for my life How soon I can make her a Mother, AN EPITAPH. [1792.] HERE lies one who never drew Blood himself, yet many slew; Gave the gun its aim, and figure Made in field, yet ne'er pull'd trigger. Armed men have gladly made Would advance, present, and Fire Stout he was, and large of limb, Only following his Nose. Neptune was he call'd, not He 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, 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, 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; Him wife, friends, brothers, children, servants, weep, And justly-few shall ever him transcend As husband, parent, brother, master, friend. 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. |