Neptune was he call'd, not He EPITAPH ON FOP, A DOG BELONGING TO LADY THROCKMORTON. [August, 1792.] THOUGH Once a puppy, and though Fop by name, Here moulders One whose bones some honour claim. No sycophant, although of spaniel race, And though no hound, a martyr to the chase Ye squirrels, rabbits, leverets, rejoice, Your haunts no longer echo to his voice; "Yes" the indignant shade of fop replies"And worn with vain pursuit Man also dies." SONNET, ΤΟ GEORGE ROMNEY, ESQ. ON His picture of me in Crayons, drawn at Eartham in the 61st year of my age, and in the months of August and September [1792.] [October, 1792.] ROMNEY, expert infallibly to trace On chart or canvass, not the form alone And semblance, but, however faintly shown, The mind's impression too on every faceWith strokes that time ought never to erase. Thou hast so pencill'd mine, that though I own The subject worthless, I have never known The artist shining with superior grace. But this I mark-that symptoms none of wo Since, on maturer thought, the cause is clear; For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see ON RECEIVING HAYLEY'S PICTURE. [January, 1793.] IN language warm as could be breath'd or penn'd, Thy picture speaks th' Original my Friend, Not by those looks that indicate thy mindThey only speak thee Friend of all mankind; Expression here more soothing still I see, That Friend of all a partial Friend to me. EPITAPH ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELEY. [April, 1793.] TEARS flow, and cease not, where the good man lies, Till all who knew him follow to the skies. Tears therefore fall where Chester's ashes sleep; Him wife, friends, brothers, children, servants, weepAnd justly-few shall ever him transcend As husband, parent, brother, master, friend. ON A PLANT OF VIRGIN'S BOWER, DESIGNED TO COVER A GARDEN-SEAT. [Spring of 1793.] THRIVE gentle plant! and weave a bow'r And deck with many a splendid flow'r Thou cam'st from Eartham, and wilt shade (If truly I divine) Some future day th' illustrious head Of Him who made thee mine. Should Daphne show a jealous frown, Thy cause with zeal we shall defend, T 2 TO MY COUSIN, ANNE BODHAM, ON Receiving from her a Network Purse, made by herself. [May 4, 1793.] My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, I danc'd and fondled on my knee, Gold pays the worth of all things here; I, therefore, as a proof of love, The best things kept within it. INSCRIPTION For an Hermitage in the Author's Garden. [May, 1793.] THIS cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, |