Hath clear'd for me a broad and solid way, From better men, and greater, friendship turn'd While she ascends, while through the opening plain THE LAST FRUIT OFF AN OLD TREE. EPIGRAMS. Under the title of Epigrams some will be found here which the general reader may hardly recognise in that character. It will also easily be believed, from the subjects if not from the execution, that several of the lighter pieces were written in early youth. My thanks are now returned to those amiable friends who have thought them worthy of preservation so long. At the close of my seventy-ninth year I am amused in recollecting the occasions. W. S. L. 1. TO ONE WHO QUOTES AND DETRACTS. Rob me and maim me! Why, man, take such pains II. Who never borrow and who never lend, III. Poet! I like not mealy fruit; give me IV. The Rector of Saint Peter's, I know where, V. Seeing Loreto's holy house descend, Two robbers were converted. Into what? Into more robbers; robbers without end, に Who grind men's bones and feed upon men's fat. VI. ON CATULLUS. Tell me not what too well I know Yes, in Thalia's son Such stains there are . . as when a Grace VII. There falls with every wedding chime VIII. Across, up, down, our fortunes go, As when they're fallen to the ground. IX. Erewhile exulting in its power Rose thy bright form o'er worlds of sighs; Graceful as then, at this late hour Upon the scatter'd flowers it lies. X. Early I thought the worst of lies In poets was, that beauty dies; |