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But just endur'd the Winter she began,
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;
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;
And in a Worm decay.
The Flatterer an Earwig grows;
Thus Worms fuit all conditions ;
And Death watches Physicians.
By all their winding play ;
That gnaws them night and day.
And greater gain would rise,
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 !
Who Maggots were before.
SONG, by a Person of Quality.
Written in the Year 1733.
Gentle Cupid, o'er my Heart;
Nightly nodding o'er your Flocks;
Mourn'd Adonis, darling Youth :
Fair Discretion, ftring the Lyre;
Arm'd in adamantine Chains,
Gilding my Aurelia’s Brows,
Hear me pay my dying Vows.
Melancholy smooth Meander,
Swiftly purling in a Round,
Softly seeks her filent Mate, See the Bird of Juno stooping ;
Melody resigns to Fate,
On a certain L A D Y at COURT,
(Envy be filent, and attend !) I know a reasonable Woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a Friend.
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 :
The Woman's deaf, and does not hear.
On his GROTTO* at TWICKENHAM,
MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, and MINERALS,
Shines a broad Mirrour thro’ the shadowy Cave;
To Mrs. M. B. on her BIRTH-DAY.
H be thou bleft with all that Heav'n can send,
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.