POETICAL ESSAYS in JANUARY, that other smiling fifter, Then, when next the ftar of evening LISSY! meet the Muse and you! Parcere fubje&tis,& debellare fuperbos. VIRG. And never let thine heart be shut For here farlora and fad I fit Within the wiry grate; And tremble at the approaching morn, If e'er thy breast with freedom glow'd, Oh! do not ftain with guiltless bod The scatter'd gleanings of a feaft If mind, as ancient fages taught, Still hifts thro' matter's varying forms, Beware, left in the worm you crush Or, if this tranfient gleam of day 1773. So when unfeen destruction lurks, EPITAPH 43 On Mr. THOMAS HAMMOND, Parifk- 44 POETICAL ESSAYS in JANUARY, 1773. ANOTHER INSCRIPTION FOR THE SAME. BY THE SAME. WHOE'ER thou art whom chance shall hither lead, O'er the green turf with friendly caution tread; tear. Happy her life: fhe ne'er affliction knew, But to her foul fhould PERFECT blifs be given PROTESTATION. More than Grofvenor horns well gilt, More than Dartmouth loves field-preachers, Or the devil loves his imps, A KISS, after the Manner of SEC ARL HE fhort-lived feafon let's impre That human life allots to love; Youth foon, my Cynthia, flies away: And age aflumes her frozen fway; With elegance and neatnefs drefs'd; Come then in beauty's bloom confeis'And in my warm embrace be bleís'd, Faint ftrugglings but inflame defire, And ferve to fan the lover's fire; Then yield not all at once your charm.. But with reluctance blefs my arms, My arms that shall with eager hafte Encircle now your flender waift; Now round your neck be careless hun And now o'er all your frame be flung: About your limbs my limbs I'll twine,And lay my glowing cheek to thine ;. Close to my broader, manlier cheft I'll prefs your firm, fmooth, fwelling Now rifing high, now falling low, As paffion's tide fhall ebb or flow; My murm'ring tongue fhall fpeak my And court your yielding lips to kifs; Each kifs with thoufands I'll repay, And almost fuck thy breath away; A thousand more you then shall give, And then a thousand more receive : In tranfport quite diffolv'd we'll lie, And vent our wishes in a figh. feu facré Quick, ftarting from me, now display Your loofe, and difcompos'd array;" Your hair fhall o'er your polish'd brow In fweetly wild diforder flow; And fome long treffes from behind, You us'd in artful braids to bind, Shall down your fnowy bofom spread, Redundant in a foften'd fhade: And from your wishful eyes fhall ftream;. The dewy light of paflion's flame; While now and then a look fhail glance, Your fenfes loft in th' am'rous trance, That fain my rudeness would reprove, Yet plainly tells 'tis what you love : The rofes height'ning on your cheek, Shall the fierce tide of rapture fpeak; And on your lips a warmer glow, The deepen'd ruby then fhali fhow; Your breaft replete with ardent fire, Shall heave with tumults of defire, Shall heave at thoughts of wish'd for blifs, And feem as though 'twould meet my kifs i Down on that heav'n I'll fink quite spent, s And lie in tender languishment. But foon thy charms reviving pow'r Shall to my frame new life reftore; With love I'll then my pain affurge, With kiffes cool my wanton rage; Hang o'er thy beauties till I cloy, Then ceafe, and then renew my joy. The Infenfible Lover. A new Song. More than ftaunch whigs love all true hearts. To gain the callous Walter's heart Thus, my fair, I love you more Than e'er man lov'd fair before. Two ladies once contended; Each fair was bleft with matchless art, For beauty both commended. The 1773 The MONTHLY CHRONOLOGER. The first was cloath'd from top to toe, No part was left uncover'd' And ev'ry bandage noted; Then cry'd, "I ne'er will ftrive to win The next like Iphigenia ftood, But Walter cries, "This fecond plot Not Befly, when he comes like spring, Could transport to thy bofom bring, Or wake the nobleft paffion. Quills pluck'd from maiden grey-goose wings, Thefe words indeed he oft has faid, The NEW COOKERY. On the Mortality among the Aldermen. N 45 O alderman now has a chance, The devil's turn'd cook, There's nought like an alderman's fatcallipah. And Death, the grim beast, And he fwears with great glee, There's nought like an alderman's fat callipee. Therefore poor Dicky Pickle, Death, what a feaft!-callipee-callipafb. Now, if these two gobbling Goths, Why, if'tis their highneffes will, [grill. They fhan't rob the larder- And give them Lord M--d to broil for a devil. T THE MONTHLY CHRONOLOGER. LONDON. FRIDAY, January 1, 1773. HIS day at noon was performed before their majefties and the royal family the ode for the new year, written by William Whitehead, Efq. poet laureat, and fet to mufic by Dr. Boyce, mafter of the king's band of musicians. [See the Ode, the first article in the Poetry.] Letters from Derbyshire mention, that laft week the Duke of Devonshire ordered 2001. to be diftributed to the poor in the neighbourhood of his feats at Chatsworth and Hardwick in the faid county, and alfo four fat oren. Early in the fpring, the workmen will proceed in building the royal lodge at Richmond for their majefties. According to the original plan it is to be 126 feet in length, en a fquare, on lofty arches, with vaults underneath, and will command an extenfive profpect. Jan. 1773. MONDAY 4. This day the lord mayor held a wardmote at St. Swithin's church, London-Stone, for the election of an alderman of Wallbrook ward, in the room of William Nafh, Efq. deceased,, when Nathaniel Thomas, Efq. was chofen without oppofition. After the election, Mr. Thomas returned thanks in a fhort fpeech, and declared his refolution of ftudying the true intereft of the city of London in general, and that ward in particular, without favour or affection to any party; and that he did not know he could do it |