TABLE OF CONTENTS BENEVOLENCE an Epistle: Kind to my frailties The Wife and Nurse, a Ballad“ Vice once with Vir. 1 Plain Thoughts, a Ballad—“ Attend ye brave Bri- tons” 18 23 Place Book for the year 1745. Since with the new year a new change has begun”. The Merry Campaign."God prosper long our noble Labour in vain—“ Ye patriots who twenty long The expiring Swan_" When Phæbus coursing to the A Letter to the editor of the Old Woman's Magazine 57 886718 Page 73 A Letter from the same to the Rev. Mr. Birt A Letter from the same to the Right Họn. Henry 77 Ditto.... .Ditto........ Ditto...... 82 A Letter from Sir C. H. Williams to the Rev. Mr. Birt .... 85 Ditto........ ditto to the same...... 91 Ditto.. ...ditto to the same...... 96 Ditto........ ditto to the same.. 102 To Chloe, a Persuasive to love" Since Nature ne'er acted in vain” 110 The Fair Moralist—“ As late by Thames's verdant side" 111 On Pope's having just published his Dunciad—" At length Pope conquers : Hervey, Wortley yield”. 112 Verses addressed to the Countess of Essex—“ Fanny beware of flattery" 113 Le Pater-noster de Madame de Pompadour-"Grand Dieu je confesse mes crimes” 118 Verses, written by Sir C. H. Williams, on seeing a Man with a heavy Load on his Back and an Oak. 124 An Account of the Kings and Government of Poland in Letters to the Right hon. Henry Fox .. i to the end ON BENEVOLENCE: AN EPISTLE TO EUMENES. . KIND to my frailties still, Eumenes, hear ; I would not scrawl one hundred idle lines- Yet once a moon, perhaps, I steal a night; And, if our Sire Apollo pleases, write. You smile; but all the train the Muse that follow, Christians and dunces, still we quote Apollo. Unhappy still our Poets will rehearse To Goths, that stare astonish'd at their verse ; To the rank tribes submit their virgin lays: So gross, so bestial, is the lust of praise ! I to sound judges from the mob appeal, And write to those who most my subject feel. Eumenes, these dry moral lines I trust With you, whom nought that's moral can disgust. With you I venture, in plain home-spun sense, What I imagine of Benevolence. Of all the monsters of the human kind, What strikes you most is the low selfish mind. |