'To Mifs Kitty Bennet and her Cat Crop,

The Pretty Bar Keeper of the Mitre,

The Widow's Refolution,

66

.68

70

Epifle to Mrs. Tyler,

72

To the Rev. Mr. Powell, on the Non-performance of a Promife he made the

The Mifer and the Moufe,

Epigram on a Woman who was finging Ballads for Money to bury her Hufband,

76

ib.

Το

To the Right Hon. the Earl of Darlington, on his being appointed Paymaster of

his Majefty's Forces,

On the Death of Mafter Newbery, after a lingering Illnefs,.

Epitaph on the Rev. Mr. Reynolds,

To my worthy Friend Mr. T. B. one of the
People called Quakers,

On feeing the Picture of Mifs R-— G——N.
Drawn by Mr. Varelft, of Thread-
needle-ftreet,

An Invitation to Mrs. Tyler, a Clergyman's
Lady, to dine upon a Couple of Ducks
on the Anniversary of the Author's
Wedding-Day,

To Mifs S― P――E,

Difertiffime Romuli Nepotum, &c.

Imitated, after dining with Mr. Murray,

Infcriptions on an Æolian Harp,

An Epigram by Sir Thomas More,

The Long-Nofed Fair,

Fanny Blooming Fair, tranflated into Latin,

in the Manner of Mr. Bourne,

The Pretty Chambermaid,

Chriftophorus Smart Samueli Saunders, Col.

Regal, S. P. D.

The Famous General Epitaph from Demofthenes, 96

Ode

Epilogue spoken by Mr. Shuter,, at Covent

Garden, after the Play of the Con-

fcious Lovers,

De Arte Critica. A Latin Verfion of Mr.

Pope's Effay on Criticism,

181*

185

FA BL E S.

The WHOLESALE CRITIC and the HOP.

HAIL

MERCHANT.

FABLE I.

AIL to each ancient facred fhade

Of those, who gave the Muses aid,
Skill'd verfe mysterious to unfold,
And fet each brilliant thought in gold.
Hail Aristotle's honour'd shrine,
And great Longinius hail to thine;
Ye too, whofe judgment ne'er cou'd fail,
Hail Horace, and Quintilian hail;
And, dread of every Goth and Hun,
Hail Pope, and peerlefs Addifon.
Alas! by different fteps and ways
Our modern critics aim at praise,
VOL. II.]

A

And

And rafhly in the learned arts,
They judge by prejudice and parts;
For crampt by a contracted foul,
How fhou'd they comprehend the whole?

I know of many a deep-learn'd brother,
Who weighs one fcience by another,
And makes 'mongst bards poetic schism,
Because he understands the prism;
Thinks in acuteness he furpaffes,
From knowledge of the optic glaffes.
There are fome critics in the nation,
Profoundly vers❜d in gravitation;
Who like the bulky and the great,
And judge by quantity and weight.
Some who're extremely skill'd in building,
Judge by proportion, form, and gilding,
And praife with a fagacious look
The architecture of a book.

Soon as the hops arriv'd from Kent,
Forth to the quay the merchant went,
Went critically to explore

The merit of the hops on shore.

Clofe to a bag he took his ftanding,
And at a venture thruft his hand in;
Then with the face of a phyfician,
Their colour fcann'd and their condition;
He trufts his touch, his fmell, his eyes,
The goods at once approves and buys.

CATCHUP