As Moore* cures worms in stomach bred, With the receipts, too, how to take 'em, I've got a ray of Phoebus' shine, * Found in the bottom of a mine; In a thumb-vial you shall see, Close cork'd, some drops of honesty, At last, were in a cottage found; Of that there's plenty ev'ry where; • Moore, of Abchurch-lane, who sold the famous wormpowders. This my wish, it is my glory, To furnish your nicknackatory; I only beg that when you show 'em, You'll tell your friends to whom you owe 'em, Which may your other patients teach To do, as has done your's, C. H. (Written in February 1739-40.) Donec gratus eram tibi, &c. WINNINGTON. FOR that short time that I alone was blest, There was no happier fellow in this town, Not Essex, Bludworth, or the vig'rous Brown. ETHELREDA. Whilst me you lov'd, beyond each earthly thing, I shone the foremost character in life, + Lord Archibald Hamilton, father of the late Sir Wm. Hamilton, and of the Countess of Warwick and Brooke. He married the daughter of James sixth Earl of Abercorn, who was was mistress of the Robes and Privy Purse to the Princess of Wales, and Governess to King George III. in his infancy-she died 1753. + Edward Bing, fifth Son to the first Lord Torrington, was bred up in the Army. To save whose life I'd stand all Hambden's fury, Bully the witnesses, and bribe the jury. WINNINGTON. I have as odd a passion for my Kitty* I'd give them all for one dear game at And for thy beauteous form once more should burn! Should I quit Bing, would you take back your Winny,+ And love again as if the devil was in ye? Tho' Kitty's full of sentiments refin'd, Thou rough as seas, and fickle as the wind; I fear no children, and I dread no ETHELREDA. With thee I'd choose to live, tho' sure to breed, And take my Lord to bed, in case of need. * Kitty Walker. + Mr. Winnington. THE COUNTRY GIRL; AN ODE: HUMBLY INSCRIBED TO THE EARL OF BATH.* (Written and printed in July 1742.) THE country girl that's well inclin'd Now will, and now will not comply, To raptures now her pulse beats high, The pen of Sir Charles Hanbury Williams inflicted deeper wounds in three months on this Lord than a series of Craftsmen, aided by Lord Bolingbroke, for several years, could imprint on Sir Robert Walpole: the latter lost his power, but lived to see justice done to his character-his rival acquired no power, but died very rich; he is supposed to have had the principal hand in Mist and Fog's Journals, and the Craftsman.-W. |