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THE SECOND PART.
ON HER MARRIAGE TO GEORGE COURTENAY, ESQ.
The doctrine is certainly true,
And poets are oracles too.
To see Catharina at home,
And lo-she is actually come.
But the wish of a poet and friend Perhaps is approved in the skies,
And therefore attains to its end. ’T was a wish that flew ardently forth
From a bosom effectually warm’d With the talents, the graces, and worth
Of the person for whom it was form’d. Maria* would leave us, I knew,
To the grief and regret of us all, But less to our grief, could we view
Catharina the Queen of the Hall. And therefore I wish'd as I did,
And therefore this union of hands; Not a whisper was heard to forbid,
But all cry, Amen! to the bans. 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.
* Lady Throckmorton.
THE RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE
OUT OF NORFOLK,
Faithful remembrancer of one so dear,
My mother! when I learn'd that thou wast dead,
By contemplation's help, not sought in vain,
ON A MISCHIEVOUS BULL,
The pleasures of this place
Creatures of gentler race.
Aware of wintry storms;
Of rugged oaks for worms.
With frictions of her fleece:
Like her, a friend to peace.
From this secure retreat ;-
The happiest of the great.
Thy pleasure is to show
Thy prowess,—therefore, go !
So I no more may find thee;
And claps the gate behind thee.
Here lies one who never drew
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; This record of his fate exulting view, He died worn out with vain pursuit of you.
“Yes”—the indignant shade of Fop replies— “And worn with vain pursuit man also dies.”
ON RECEIVING HAYLEY'S PICTURE.
JANUARY, 1793. In language warm as could be breathed or penn'd Thy picture speaks the original my friend, Not by those looks that indicate thy mind, They 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 know 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,
SPRING OF 1793.
For Mary and for me,
Thy foliage large and free.
(If truly I divine,)
Of him who made thee mine.
And envy seize the bay,
Such honour'd brows as they,
And with convincing power;