ΤΟ CLODIO IN PRISON. BY PETER PINDAR, CLODIO, thy ruin is complete Fairly art thou, my friend, done up. PRINCES have done this pretty feat; And, easy smiling, see thee sup, And sleep, and breakfast too, and dine With good DUKE HUMPHRY, Duke of PHA ROAH's kine; That is to say-exceeding lean, Ragged, unwholesome, yea, unclean ! And in a jail, where sunk-eyed INANITION, Quite chop-fall'n, damns the folly of AMBITION. Still, 'midst thy poverty and rags, Thou makest to the jail thy brags; And pleas'd, of PRINCES tellest many a story; Ev'n so!-that thou shalt lie along in GLORY! Vain Youth!-now prithee cast thine eye Sporting around thy taper's blaze:- A minute will decide his fate: Nearer, and nearer, round he flies; Still nearer, nearer-how elate !— There ends existence-hark! his cries! Down drops the wretch amidst the fire- Such is the Fly's, and such thy story; And lo, like him, thou ly'st in GLORY! THE SPLENDID SHILLING. BY PHILIPS. Sing, heavenly Muse, Things unattempted yet, in prose or rhyme," A shilling, breeches, and chimeras dire. HAPPY the man, who, void of cares and strife, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling: he nor hears with pain Two noted alehouses in Oxford, 1700. But 1, whom griping penury surrounds, In garret vile, and with a warming puff O'er many a craggy To vend his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart, Yclep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream Encircles Ariconium, fruitful soil! Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may vie Thus while my joyless minutes tedious flow, With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate, Of wood-hole; strait my bristling hairs erect Through sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews My shuddering limbs, and (wonderful to tell!) My tongue forgets her faculty of speech; So horrible he seems! His faded brow Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard, |