PITT thinks his search at PARIS crown'd; Yet who of looking there had thought For EDEN's place! No;-view yon frame with dirt embrown'd, Some six feet rais'd above the ground, Where rogues, exalted as they ought, To peep through three round holes are brought, There will the genuine spot be found For EDEN's place. EPIGRAMS On the IMMACULATE BOY THAT Master PITT seems To be fond of extremes, 'Tis as plain as the day, That he always kept clear of the middle. ANOTHER. 'Tis true, indeed, we oft abuse him, But Slander's self dares not accuse him ANOTHER. "No! no! for my virginity, "When I lose that," quoth PITT, "I'll die;" Cries WILBERFORCE," If not till then, *No! no! for my virginity, "When I lose that," quoth ROSE," I'll die;" "Rose, were you not extremely sick?" PRIOR. ANOTHER *. On fair and equal terms to place An union is thy care; But trust me, Powrs, in this case The equal should not please his Grace, ANOTHER. The virulent fair, Protest and declare, This Ministry's not to their hearts; To them Master BILL Has never discover'd his parts. ANOTHER. -Ex nibilo nil fit. When PITT exclaim'd, " By measures I'll be tried," ANOTHER. Incautious Fox will oft repose In fair one's bosom thoughts of worth; No female arts can draw them forth. * A coalition between the DUKE OF PORTLAND and Mr. PITT, Was attempted to be formed by Mr. Powis, and the other Country Gentlemen. This endeavour, however, was defeated in consequence of Mr. PITT's construction of the terms fuir and equal. ANOTHER. Had PITT to his advice inclined, SIR CECIL had undone us; But he, a friend to womankind, ANCILLA. ANOTHER. On Mr. PITT's Prudence. Though PITT have to women told some things, no doubt 1 THE DELAVALIAD. WHY, says an indignant poet, should Mr. ROLLE alone, of all the geniuses that distinguish the present period, be thought the only person of worth or talents enough to give birth and name to an immortal effusion of divine poesy? He questions not that great man's pretensions; far from it; he reveres his ancestors, adores his talents, and feels something hardly short of idolatry towards his manners and accomplishments.-But still, why such profusion of distinction towards one, to the exclusion of many other high characters? Our Poet professes to feel this injustice extremely, and has made the following attempt to rescue one deserving man from so unmerited an obloquy. The reader will perceive the measure to be an imitation of that which has been so deservedly admired in our immortal bard, in his play of "As You Like It." From the East to the Western Inde Her worth being mounted on the wind, Thro' all the world bears Rofalind, &c. &c. |