May would every fragrance bring,
All the vernal bloom of spring:
Dryads, deck'd with myrtles green,
Dancing would attend their queen,
Every flow'r that Nature spreads
Rising where the charmer treads!

A CHARACTER.

THE Muse of a soldier so whimsical sings,
He's captain at once to four different kings;
And tho' in their battles he boldly behaves,

To their queens he's a cull, and a dupe to their knaves.
Whilst others are cheerfully join'd in the chase,
Young Hobbinol's hunting the critical ace:
On feasts or on fasts tho' the parson exclaim,
Under hedges or haycocks he'll stick to his game:
Yet the priest cannot say he's quite out of his fold,
For he's always at church---when a tithe's to be sold. 10

WITH A PRESENT.

I.

LET not the hand of Amity be nice,

Nor the poor tribute from the heart disclaim; A trifle shall become a pledge of price,

If friendship stamps it with her sacred name.

II.

The little rose that laughs upon its stem,
One of the sweets with which the gardens teem,
In value soars above an eastern gem,

If tender'd as the token of esteem.

Had I vast hoards of massy wealth to send,
Such as your merits might demand---their due,
Then should the golden tribute of your friend
Rival the treasures of the rich Peru.

SENT TO MISS BELL H

WITH A PAIR OF BUCKLES.

HAPPY Trifles! can ye bear
Sighs of fondness to the fair?
If your pointed tongues can tell
How I love my charming Bell,
Fondly take a lover's part,
Plead the anguish of my heart.

H

Go---ye Trifles !---gladly fly,

(Gracious in my fair one's eye)
Fly---your envy'd bliss to meet;
Fly, and kiss the charmer's feet.
Happy there, with waggish play,
Tho' you revel day by day,
Like the donor, ev'ry night,
Robb'd of his supreme delight,
To subdue your wanton pride,
Useless, you'll be thrown aside.

EPIGRAPHE

FOR DEAN SWIFT'S MONUMENT.

Executed by

MR. P. CUNNINGHAM,

Statuary in Dublin.

SAY, to the Drapier's vast unbounded fame What added honours can the sculptor give? None---'Tis a sanction from the Drapier's name Must bid the sculptor and his marble live.

TO HIS FRIENDS.

'Tis not in cells or a sequester'd cot
The mind and morals properly expand:
Let youth step forward to a busier spot,
Led by Discretion's cool conducting hand.

To learn some lessons from the schools of man,
(Forgive me) I forsook my darling home;
Not from a light, an undigested plan,
Nor from a youthful appetite to roam.

In your affections---(let resentment fly)
Restore me to my long-accustom'd place;
Receive me with a kind forgiving eye,
And press me in the parent's fond embrace.

'Tis frequently said

That two of a trade

Will boldly each other bespatter: But trust me, they're fools

Who play with edg'd tools;

So let's have no more of the matter.