And where's the offence?" "O none whatever ;

Sung all the Spring! 'twas vastly clever:

And now, with even less offence,

You may as gaily caper hence."

With much the same pretensions you,

Or, I to P*** might sue.

"Dear sir, consider of my case:

Give me a Seat, a Pension, Place,

I promise, if there's faith in man,

Το

""But how?" " Why, how I can,

pay."

By Pamphlet, Pasquinade, Review."
"We have bards and critics not a few:

Speak, and we'll see what we can do."

"I speak, alas!" Nay, if you can't,

Adieu! you're not the man we want."

And you can dance like any thing:

Bravo! dear Dick. But, should we spout,

Jack ****beats us out and out.

IMITATION OF HORACE,

EPISTLE X,

ADDRESSED TO

JAMES BOSWELL, ESQ.

BARRISTER AT LAW.

IMITATION OF HORACE.

ACCEPT, dear Boswell, you who haunt the Town,
This salutation from a Country Clown :
For, though at issue on this point, we square
In all besides, and tally to a hair;

Each to the same prevailing bias leans,

Like to a pair of loving Mandarins,

Which on the Mantel station'd side by side,

Both so devoutly seem to coincide,

URBIS amatorem Fuscum salvere jubemus

Ruris amatores; hâc in re scilicet unâ

Multùm dissimiles, ad cætera penè gemelli.

Fraternis animis quicquid negat alter, et alter:

Annuimus pariter, vetuli notique columbi;