We'll be merry and wife, but for Bloodshed we bar it, Come let's do what we came for! let the Brimmers be [crown'd, ye, And a Health to all quiet Good-fellows go round! An Imitation of the 14th Epod in Hor. Mollis Inertia cur tantam diffuderit imis Pocula Lethaos ut fi ducentia Somnos Arente Fauce traxerim, Candide Macenas, occidis fæpe rogando, &c. A I. SK me no longer, dear Sir John, Why your Lampoon lies ftill undone, 'Fore George my Brain's grown addle; Nor Nor bid me Pegasus beftride ; Why should you afk a Sot to ride II. This was the poor Anacreon's Cafe, To tune his Strings the Bard effay'd, If you a conftant Mifs have got, Thank Heaven devoutly for your Lot, Such Bleffings are not common. While I, condemn'd to endlefs Pain, Muft tamely drag Belinda's Chain, Yet know fhe's worfe than -Woman. III. So poor Anacreon, as they fay, IV. The Miftrefs that you court, my Friend, 'Tis fit you fould adore; I, like a Fool, am Phygia's Slave, Yet know he is a Whore. M ! ! ! MAR MARTIAL's EPIGRAMS. Tranflated by Mr. THO. BROWN. The PREFACE Ithout formal Petition W Thus ftands my Condition: I am clofely block'd up in a Garret, The powerful Assistance of CLARET. 'Tis hard on my Life, Befide my Seif and a Mufe, By my fcribbling of Dogg'rel and News. And what I fhall do, I'm a Wretch if I know, So hard is the Fate of a Poet ; Or, what's as bad, Pedagogue, And dge like a Thing that has no Wit. My |