Her coach the curate and the tradesmen meet, And boys with stubble bonfires light the ftreet, And wipes the trickling tear from off her cheek. A peevish mistress, and a fulky wife ; Her nerves unbrac'd, her faded cheek grown pale Too indolent to read, too criminal to pray. At length half dead, half mad, and quite confin'd, } } Ev'n robb'd of the laft comfort of her life, Infulting the poor curate's callous wife, Pride, difappointed pride, now ftops her breath, Horatii Horatii Ep. I. Lib. II. ad Auguftum, THE FIRST EPISTLE ог THE SECOND BOOK OF HORACE, IMITATE D. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE PHILIP, LORD HARDWICKE, Lord High Chancellor of Great Britain. WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1748. ADVERTISEMENT. HE following piece is a burlesque imitation: a TH fpecies of poetry, whose chief excellence confifts in a lucky and humorous application of the words and fentiments of any author to a new fubject totally different from the original. This is what is usually forgot both by the writers and readers of these kind of compofitions; the first of whom are apt to ftrike out new and independent thoughts of their own, and the latter to admire fuch injudicious excrefcences: these immediately lofe fight of their original, and those scarce ever caft an eye towards him at all. It is thought proper therefore to advertise the reader, that in the following epiftle he is to expect nothing more than an appofite converfion of the ferious fentiments of Horace on the Roman poetry, into more ludicrous ones on the fubject of English politics; and if he thinks it not worth while to compare it line for line with the original, he will find in it neither wit, humour, nor even common sense; all the little merit it can pretend to confisting solely in the closeness of fo long, and uninterrupted an imitation. VOL. I. G HORATII |