To gratify what low defire, Should I with needlefs hafte enquire, It must proceed from you alone. A GREEK EPIGRAM imitated. WH HEN hungry wolves had trefpafs'd on the fold, And the robb'd fhepherd his fad ftory told "Call in Alcides," faid a crafty priest; "Give him one half, and he 'll fecure the reft.” To their commands I willingly refign, To a FRIEND on his NUPTIALS. WHEN Jove lay bleft in his Alemana's charms, Three nights, in one, he preft her in his arms; The fun lay fet, and confcious Nature strove R 3 THE THE WANDERING PILGRIM. Humbly addreffed to Sir THO. FRANKLAND, Bart. Poft-Mafter, and Pay-Master-General to Queen ANNE. * WILL Piggot muft to Coxwould † go, To live, alas! in want, Unless Sir Thomas fay, No, no; Th' allowance is too scant. The gracious Knight full well does weet, Some bread to meat is due. A Rechabite poor Will must live, Spare diet, and fpring-water clear, Phyficians hold are good; But pafs The Æfculapian crew, Who eat and quaff the best, They feldom miss to bake and brew, Or lin to break their faft. This merry petition was written to obtain the porter's place for Will Piggot. Twelve miles north, beyond the city of York. I Could Could Yorkshire-tyke but do the fame, In Will's old Master's plenteous days, What need of speaking in his praise ? At his fam'd gate stood Charity, Dwelt there both night and day. But, to conclude, and be concife, There is but one, but one alone, And make him ceafe to pine and moan; Oh! fave him from a dreary way, To Coxwould he must hye, Bereft of thee, he wends aftray, At Coxwould he muft die. Oh let him in thy hall but stand, And wear a porter's gown, Duteous to what thou may'ft command, Thus William's wishes crown. VENUS'S ADVICE TO THE MUSES. Ts Adorm my altars, and revere my name. HUS to the Muses spoke the Cyprian Dame; "My Son fhall else affume his potent darts, "Twang goes the bow, my girls; have at your hearts!" The Mufes anfwer'd, "Venus, we deride "The Vagrant's malice, and his Mother's pride; “Send him to Nymphs who fleep on Ida's shade, "To the loose dance, and wanton masquerade; "Our thoughts are fettled, and intent our look, "On the inftructive verfe, and moral book ; "On Female idlenefs his power relies; "But, when he finds us ftudying hard, he flies.” CUPID TURNED PLOUGHMAN. From MoscHUS. H' IS lamp, his bow, and quiver, laid afide, Elfe Elfe you again beneath my yoke fhall bow, PONTIUS AND } PONTIA. PONTIUS (who loves, you know a joke, Much better than he loves his life) Chanc'd t 'other morning to provoke Talking of you, faid he, my dear, Her own! moft certain, t 'other faid; For Nan, who knows the thing, will tell ye, And the receipt was fign'd Ducailly.. Pontia (that civil prudent fhe, Who values wit much less than sense, But purely in her own defence) Reply'd, these friends of yours, my dear, Now I have one unlucky thought, That would have fpoil'd your friend's conceit; Some hair I have, I'm fure, unbought : Pray bring your Brother Wits to fee't. |