TO THE SAME [With a Memoir of HORACE WALPOLE] HADI but WALPOLE's wit, I'd write quatrain here to-day Should turn the wig of PRIOR white, Or had I STANHOPE's pen (the same But since I've not, I can't, you know; The page must go without it; This is my latest gift; and so And so, that's all about it! -And yet, in Fairy-land, I'm told Dead leaves as these-will turn to gold. TO THE SAME [With VINCENT BOURNE's Poetical Works] GOSSIP, may we live as now, Brothers ever, I and thou; Us may never Envy's mesh hold, Anger never cross our threshold; Let our modest Lares be Friendship and Urbanity. TO THE SAME [With Eight Volumes of the Author's Works] 66 Exegi monumentum. EIGHT volumes!—all well-polished prose Or better verse (as some suppose); In style more playful than severe; And praised by some distinguished men, Crown me, MELPOMENE, my Dear! |