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On The Same,
WHEN wit and genius meet their doom . .
In all devouring flame,
And bid us fear the fame.
They felt the rude alarm,
His sacred head from harm.
There mem'ry, like the bee that's fed
From FlQra's. balmy store, The quintessence of all he read Had treasur'd up before.
The lawless herd with fury blind
Have done. him cruel wrong,
The honey on his tongue.
Thi LOVE Of The WORLD Reproved}
THUS says the prophet of the Turk,
• It may be proper to inform the reader that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal, without. (he author's privity.
Much Controversy strait arose,
You laugh—'tis well—the tale apply'd
Some love a concert or a race,
,, . . '. \ And others, shootirig and the chafe.
Revil'd and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd,
Thus bit by bit the world is swallow'dj
Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
The LILY And The ROSE.
THE nymph must lose her female friend
If more admir'd than she—
If flowr's can disagree?
Within the garden's peaceful scene
Appear'd two lovely foes, Aspiring to the rank of queen,
The lily and the rose.
3The rose soon redden'd into rage,
And swelling with disdain,
Appeal'd to many a poet's page
To prove her right to reign.
The lily's height bespoke command,
A fair-imperial flow'r,
The sceptre of her pow'r.
. 5- , This civil bick'ring and debate
The goddess chanc'd to hear, And flew to save, e'er yet too late,
The pride of the parterre.
Your's is, (he said, the nobler hue,
And your's the statelier mien, And 'till a third surpasses you,
Let each be deem'd a queCn.
Y % Thus