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Whether thou sing'st with equal ease, and grief,
The fall of empires or a yellow leaf;
Or, still in bells delighting, finds a friend
All love thy strain, but children like it best. "T is thine, with gentle Little's moral song, To soothe the mania of the amorous throng! With thee our nursery damsels shed their tears,
Ere miss as yet completes her infant years: But in her teens thy whining powers are vain;
She quits poor Bowles for Little's purer strain.
Now to soft themes thou scornest to confine
The lofty numbers of a harp like thine; 350 'Awake a louder and a lofter strain,' Such as none heard before, or will again! Where all Discoveries jumbled from the flood,
Since first the leaky ark reposed in mud,
When first Madeira trembled to a kiss. 360 Bowles in thy memory let this precept dwell,
Stick to thy sonnets, man!—at least they sell.
But if some new-born whim, or larger bribe, Prompt thy crude brain, and claim thee for a scribe;
If chance some bard, though once by dunces fear'd,
Now, prone in dust, can only be revered; If Pope, whose fame and genius from the first Have foil'd the best of critics, needs the worst,
Do thou essay: each fault, each failing scan;
But Caledonia's goddess hover'd o'er
From either pistol snatch'd the vengeful lead,
And straight restored it to her favourite's head;
That head, with greater than magnetic pow'r,
Caught it, as Danaë caught the golden show'r,
And, though the thickening dross will scarce refine,
Augments its ore, and is itself a mine. 'My son,' she cried, 'ne'er thirst for gore again,
Resign the pistol and resume the pen;
In gratitude, thou 'lt praise his rugged rhymes.
Smug Sydney too thy bitter page shall seek, And classic Hallam, much renown'd for Greek;
Scott may perchance his name and influence lend,
See honest Hallam lay aside his fork, Resume his pen, review his Lordship's work, And, grateful for the dainties on his plate, Declare his landlord can at least translate! Dunedin! view thy children with delight, They write for food-and feed because they write.
And lest, when heated with the unusual grape, Some glowing thoughts should to the press escape, with red the female reader's cheek, My lady skims the cream of each critique; Breathes o'er the page her purity of soul, Reforms each error, and refines the whole.
Renown'd alike; whose genius ne'er confines
Her flight to garnish Greenwood's gay designs;
Nor sleeps with Sleeping Beauties, but anon
Stares, wondering what the devil it can
But as some hands applaud, a venal few!
Such are we now. Ah! wherefore should we turn
To what our fathers were, unless to mourn?
Then let Ausonia, skill'd in every art
And bless the promise which his form dis-
While Gayton bounds before th' enraptured
Of hoary marquises and stripling dukes.
Or hail at once the patron and the pile Of vice and folly, Greville and Argyle! Where yon proud palace, Fashion's hallow'd fane,
Reforming saints! too delicately nice!
And beer undrawn, and beards unmown,
Your holy reverence for the Sabbath-day.
Spreads wide her portals for the motley
Behold the new Petronius of the day,
The first in lengthen'd line majestic swim,
Let Angiolini bare her breast of snow,
These after husbands wing their eager flight,
Wave the white arm, and point the pliant | Nor leave much mystery for the nuptial toe;
Collini trill her love-inspiring song,
Whet not your scythe, suppressors of our
Now round the room the circling dow'gers
Oh! blest retreats of infamy and ease, Where, all forgotten but the power to please,
Each maid may give a loose to genial
There the blithe youngster, just return'd
Cuts the light pack, or calls the rattling