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But just endur'd the Winter she began,
And in four Months a batter'd Harridan.
Now nothing left, but wither'd, pale, and shrunk, 25
To bawd for others, and go shares with Punk.

To Mr. JOHN MOORE,

AUTHOR of the celebrated WoRM-POWDER.)

HOW much, egregious Moore, are we

Deceiv'd by shews and forms ! Whate'er we think, whate'er we see,

All Humankind are Worms.

Man is a very Worm by birth,

Vile, reptile, weak, and vain! A while he crawls upon the earth,

Then shrinks to earth again.

That Woman is a Worm, we find

E'er fince our Grandame's evil;
She first convers’d with her own kind,

That ancient Worm, the Devil,

The Learn'd themselves we Book-worms name,

The Blockhead is a Slow-worm; The Nymph whose tail is all on flame,

Is aptly term’d a Glow-worm:

The Fops are painted Butterflies,

That flutter for a day;
Firft from a Worm they take their rise,

And in a Worm decay.

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The Flatterer an Earwig grows;

Thus Worms fuit all conditions ;
Misers are Muck-worms, Silk-worms Beaus,

And Death watches Physicians.
That Statesmen have the Worm, is seen

By all their winding play ;
Their Conscience is a Worm within,

That gnaws them night and day.
Ah Moore! thy skill were well employ'd,

And greater gain would rise,
If thou could'It make the Courtier void

The Worm that nevre dies !

O learned Friend of Abchurch-lane;

Who sett'st our entrails free; Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain,

Since Worms shall eat ey’n thee.

Our Fate thou only can'ft adjourn

Some few short years, no more !
Ev'n Button's Wits to Worms shall turn,

Who Maggots were before.

SONG,

SONG, by a Person of Quality.

Written in the Year 1733.

I.
FLuttring spread thy purple Pinions,

Gentle Cupid, o'er my Heart;
I a Slave in thy Dominions ;
Nature must give Way to Art,

II.
Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,

Nightly nodding o'er your Flocks;
See my weary Days consuming,
All beneath yon flow'ry Rocks.

III.
Thus the Cyprian Goddess weeping,

Mourn'd Adonis, darling Youth :
Him the Boar; in Silence creeping,
Gor'd with unrelenting Tooth.

IV.
Cynthia, tune harmonious Numbers;

Fair Discretion, ftring the Lyre;
Sooth my ever-waking Slumbers :
Bright Apollo, lend thy Choir.

V.
Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors,

Arm'd in adamantine Chains,
Lead me to the Crystal Mirrors,
Wat’ring soft Elyfian Plains.

VI.
Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,

Gilding my Aurelia’s Brows,
Morpheus hov'ring o'er my Pillow,

Hear me pay my dying Vows.

Me.

VII.

Melancholy smooth Meander,

Swiftly purling in a Round,
On thy Margin Lovers wander,
With thy flow'ry Chaplets crown'd.

VIII.
Thus when Philomela drooping,

Softly seeks her filent Mate, See the Bird of Juno stooping ;

Melody resigns to Fate,

On a certain L A D Y at COURT,

I
Know the thing that's most uncommon;

(Envy be filent, and attend !) I know a reasonable Woman,

Handsome and witty, yet a Friend.
Not warp'd by Paffion, aw'd by Rumour,
Not
grave

thro' Pride, nor gay thro' Folly, An equal Mixture of good Humour,

And sensible soft Melancholy:

66. Has she no faults then (Envy says) Sir?”

Yes, she has one, I must aver :
When all the World conspires to praise her,

The Woman's deaf, and does not hear.

On

On his GROTTO* at TWICKENHAM,

COMPOSED OF

MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, and MINERALS,

TH
HOU who shalt stop, where Thames'translucent wave

Shines a broad Mirrour thro’ the shadowy Cave;
Where ling’ring drops from min'ral Roofs diftil,
And pointed Crystals break the sparkling Rill,
Unpolish'd Gems no Ray on Pride bestow,

S
And latent Metals innocently glow :
Approach. Great NATURE ftudiously behold!
And eye the Mine without a wish for Gold.
Approach : but awful ! Lo ! th' Agerian Grottt,
Where, nobly pensive, St. John fat and thought; 10
Where British fighs from dying WYNDHAM stole,
And the bright flame was shot thro' MARCHMONT'S

Soul.
Let such, such only, tread this facred Floor,
Who dare to love their Country, and be poor.

To Mrs. M. B. on her BIRTH-DAY.

H be thou bleft with all that Heav'n can send,
Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a

Friend :
Not with those Toys the female world admire,
Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire.

The improving and finishing his Grotto was the favourite amusement of his declining Years; and the beauty of his poetic genius, in the disposition and ornaments of this romantic recess, appears to as much advantage as in his beft contrived Poems,

+ Alluding to Numa's projecting his fyllem of Politics in this Grott, afGfted, as he gave out, by the Goddess Ægeria.

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