FATNESS.

In vindication of a Lady, who was bantered on that account.

Why, lady, do you seem to frown,
When Heav'n is on your side;
Why should your modesty disown
What merits most your pride.

In fatness, Heaven its blessings showers
In ev'ry balmy shape;
Our health in manna it restores,
And in the luscious grape.

'Tis honey from the gen'rous bee,
Milk from the fruitful brute,
'Tis gum and nectar from the tree,
And richness in the fruit.

With majesty it arms the maid,
And adds, to beauty, grace;
No lover but implores its aid,
To bless the soft embrace.

Emblem of plenty and increase,
Good-nature gives thee birth;
Companion of our health and ease,
And friend to wit and mirth.

You then, who scorn the blissful state,
Indulge your pointless spleen ;

Be mirth and pleasure ever fat,

And spite and envy lean.

THE INSOLENCE OF OFFICE.

By the Rev. Mr. Graves.

Have you not seen a dog call'd Pug,
Perch'd on a cushion or a rug,
Or mounted in an easy chair,
With nose erect and saucy air?

Go when you will, this little snarler,
Reigns the curst tyrant of the parlour.
No overtures of peace can please him;
Your forc'd civilities but teize him.
Present your hand, he bites your knuckles;
Put forth your foot, he snaps your buckles.
His yelping wounds your tortur'd ears;
His snarling tricks alarm your fears.
Whether the lady's friend or lover,
You long to have the coffee over :
And, with this testy cur offended,
Rejoice to find your visit ended.

So have I seen a little man,
In stature not above a span ;
In shape, much like a China jug :
Whom, from his face so smooth and snug,
You might expect to find more civil: `
Yet try him-he's a very devil.

The fellow understands accounts; By which he into office mounts; And, trusted with some small affairs, Gives himself these gigantic airs. Perch'd in his desk, with wig so neat, Not* Hoare nor Child are half so great.

*Two eminent bankers.

Behold him swell and snap and snort,
And with rude answers cut folks short;
With insolence affront his betters,

Tho' men of rank, of birth, or letters!
Thus, arrogant without once blushing,
Like Pug upon his velvet cushion.

POETICAL COMPLIMENT.

On a Lady, who said she could not survive under one additional Degree of Heat, which nevertheless happened; the Themometer rising from 79 degrees to 80 and a quarter, with a Northern aspect, at Cheltenham, on Monday the 13th of July, 1778.

Panting with heat Belinda cries,

One more degree, and I am dead!
Belinda cools, just lifts her eyes,
And kills a thousand in her stead.

LOVE.

A jeu d'esprit.

How sweet a torment 'tis to love?
And ah! how pleasant is the pain?
I would not, if I could, remove,
And now put off the amorous chain.

Tho' Chloris' eyes do give me laws,
And me of liberty beguile,
I, like a martyr, love my cause,
And on my fair tormentor smile!

SKETCH OF HUMAN LIFE.

The various seasons of the year,
As they successively appear,

Life's stages, as they roll, display,
And much morality convey.

In spring we bud, in summer blow,
And in the prime of manhood glow;
In autumn we in part decay,

And winter sweeps us quite away.

LORD CHESTERFIELD'S ADVICE TO LADY FANNY

SHIRLEY.

Asses milk, half a pint, take at seven, or before,
Then sleep for an hour or two, and no more;
At nine stretch your arms and, oh! think when

alone,

There's no pleasure in bed

gown;

Mary, fetch me my

Slip it on e'er you rise, let your caution be such, Keep all cold from your breast-there's already too much.

Your pinners set right, your twitcher ty'd on,

Your prayers at an end, and your breakfast quite

done.

Retire to some Author, improving and gay,

And, with sense, like your own, set your mind for

the day.

At twelve you may walk, for at this time o' th'

year

The sun, like your wit, is as mild as 'tis clear.

But mark in the meadows the ruin of time;
Take the hint, and let life be improv'd in its prime.
Return not in haste, nor of dressing take heed,
For such beauty as your's no assistance can need.

With an appetite thus down to dinner now sit, Where the chief of the feast is the flow of your

wit.

Let this be indulg'd-let laughter go roundAs it pleases your mind to your health 'twill redound.

After dinner two glasses, at least, I approve, Name the first to your King, and the next to your love.

Thus cheerful with wisdom, with innocence gay, And calm with your joys, gently glide through the

day.

The dews of the evening most carefully shun,
They are tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
Then chat, or at play, with a dance or a song
Let the night, like the day, pass with pleasure
along.

All cares, but of love, banish far from your mind, And those you may end, when you please to be kind.

ON A DANDY, WHO MIMICKED THE LADIES.

Miss Billy shines in low grimace;
Each feature of the female face,

The rompish squall; the hoyden dress;
Belinda's smile; Flirtilla's air;
The freaks and foibles of the fair,
His minic powers express.

He court'sies low, or bridles in,
With formal pride the dimpled chin;
Th' affected prude in all her shapes;
The scornful toss, the mincing trip;