But juft endur'd the Winter fhe began, And in four Months a batter'd Harridan. Now nothing left, but wither'd, pale, and fhrunk, 25 To Mr. JOHN MOORE, AUTHOR of the celebrated WORM-POWDER. HOW much, egregious Moore, are we Whate'er we think, whate'er we fee, Man is a very Worm by birth, That Woman is a Worm, we find The Learn'd themselves we Book-worms name, The Nymph whose tail is all on flame, The Fops are painted Butterflies, That flutter for a day; Firft from a Worm they take their rise, And in a Worm decay. ར The Flatterer an Earwig grows; Thus Worms fuit all conditions ; That Statefmen have the Worm, is feen Ah Moore thy fkill were well employ'd, If thou could't make the Courtier void O learned Friend of Abchurch-lane, Our Fate thou only can'st adjourn SONG, SONG, by a Perfon of Quality. Written in the Year 1733. FLutt'ring fpread thy purple Pinions, Gentle Cupid, o'er my Heart; I a Slave in thy Dominions; II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, VII. Melancholy smooth Maander, With thy flow'ry Chaplets crown'd. VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping, On a certain LADY at COURT. I Know the thing that's moft 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, And fenfible foft Melancholy. "Has the no faults then (Envy fays) Sir?" When all the World confpires to praise her, Оп On his GROTTO at TWICKENHAM, COMPOSED OF MARBLES, SPARS, GEMS, ORES, and MINERALS, THOU who fhalt ftop, where Thames' tranflucent wave S Approach. Great NATURE ftudiously behold! Soul. Let fuch, fuch only, tread this facred Floor, To Mrs. M. B. on her BIRTH-DAY. H be thou bleft with all that Heav'n can fend, OH Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Not with thofe Toys the female world admire, The improving and finishing his Grotto was the favourite amufement of his declining Years; and the beauty of his poetic genius, in the difpofition and ornaments of this romantic recefs, appears to as much advantage as in his best contrived Poems, + Alluding to Numa's projecting his fyflem of Politics in this Grott, affifted, as he gave out, by the Goddess Ægeria. |