BOOK THE THIRD. O! curas hominum, O! quantum est in rebus inane. Your cares O! men I'll tell you free, Are centred inFrivolity. OLD PRINT-SELLERS, &c. THOUGH dead, I must to fame hand down, Of Senior Gr-v-s the high renown (a); Whose little cunning piggish eye, Betoken'd all that could rank sly, Gr-v-s, Sen. and Jun. Who bought with acumen profound, And turn'd each shilling into pound; As now will vouch his able son, Whose knowledge shrewd is scarce outdone By any Chalcographian wight That makes old prints his heart's delight. E'en from a C—lf—d, skilful blade, True monarch of the portrait trade, To Catalogus, knight acute, Who red-hot follows print pursuit ; In short, the living Gr-v-s must be specimens, beginning this research at a period when there existed scarcely any competitors; wherefore, although he lived to witness the most extraordinary rise in the value of engravings, could he now be taken from his tomb, I really conceive that he would hardly credit his senses. (b) Whensoever merit demands the meed of praise, far be it |