On a NOSE GAY IN THE COUNTESS OF COVENTRY'S BREAST *. IN IMITATION OF WALLER. ELIGHTFUL fcene! in which appear DE At once all beauties of the year ! See how the Zephyrs of her breath Fan gently all the flow'rs beneath ! Yet fee how foon they fade and die, Who would not die to be fo bleft? * Maria Countess of Coventry, the eldest daughter of John Gunning, Efq; by his wife Bridget, daughter of John Bourk, Lord Viscount Mayo in Ireland. She was married to George William, the fixth Earl of Coventry, March 5, 1752, and departed this life October 1, 1760. Her tranfcendent beauty was the admiration of all who beheld her. The The 'SQUIRE and the PARSON. AN ECLOGU E. WRITTEN ON THE CONCLUSION OF THE PEACE, 1748. Y his hall chimney, where in rufty grate BY Green faggots wept their own untimely fate, Lay by the London-Evening * stain❜d with beer, } * The London Evening Poft, the only paper at that time taken in and read by the enemies to the Houfe of Hanover. PARSON, PARSON. Why fit'ft thou thus, forlorn and dull, my friend, See bonfires fpangle o'er the veil of night! 'SQUIRE. What's peace, alas ! in foreign parts to me? See there's the bill my late damn'd law-suit cost! PARSON. PARSON. I must confefs the times are bad indeed, No wonder; when we scarce believe our creed; When all church-pow'r is thought to make men flaves, 'SQUIRE. Come, preach no more, but drink, and hold your tongue : I'm for the church :-but think the parfons wrong. PARSON. See there! free-thinking now so rank is grown, It spreads infection thro' each country town; Deiftic fcoffs fly round at rural boards, 'Squires, and their tenants too, profane as lords, Vent impious jokes on every facred thing. 'SQUIRE. Come, drink; 5 PARSON. PARSON. -Here's to you then, to church and king : 'SQUIRE. Here's church and king; I hate the glass shou'd stand, Tho' one takes tythes, and t'other taxes land. PARSON. Heav'n with new plagues will fcourge this finful nation, Unless we foon repeal the toleration, And to the church restore the convocation. 'SQUIRE. Plagues we fhou'd feel fufficient, on my word, Had not the honest Plaids been trick'd by France. PARSON. Is not moft gracious GEORGE our faith's defender? You love the church, yet wifh for the Pretender! 'SQUIRE. |