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Various pieces in verse and prose

By the late Nathaniel Cotton. Many of which were never before published. In two volumes

Cotton, Nathaniel (1705-1788)

[epigraph]

VOL. I.

[dedication]

FABLES.

FABLE I. The Bee, the Ant, and the Sparrow.

II.

FABLE II. The Scholar and the Cat.

III.

FABLE III. Neptune and the Mariners.

IV.

FABLE IV. The Beau and the Viper.

FABLE V. The Snail and the Gardener.

VI.

FABLE VI. The Farmer and the Horse.

TALES.

The Lamb and the Pig.

Death and the Rake.

The second Ode of the second Book of Horace.

The Tenth Ode of the second Book.

EPITAPHS.

[Reader, approach my urn—thou need'st not fear]

On Robert Clavering, M. B.

On Colonel Gardiner,

On Mr. Sibley, Of Studham.

On a Lady, who had laboured under a Cancer.

VARIOUS PIECES.

An Invocation of Happiness, after the Oriental Manner of Speech.

[Reader, if fond of wonder and surprise]

An Enigma, inscribed to Miss P.

The Fireside.

To some Children listening to a Lark.

To a Child of five Years old.

On Lord Cobham's Garden.

Tomorrow.

An Allusion to Horace, Ode XVI. Book II.

An Epitaph upon Mr. Thomas Strong, who died on the 26th of December, 1736.

Epitaph upon Miss Gee, Who died October 25, 1736, Ætat. 28.

REBUS.

ANOTHER.

Some hasty Rhimes on Sleep.

A REBUS.

A SONG.

A Sunday Hymn, in Imitation of Dr. Watts.

An Ode on the Messiah.

An Ode on the New Year.

EPITAPH On John Duke of Bridgwater,

A Fable.

Addressed to a young Lady, whose favourite Bird was almost killed by a fall from her Finger.

RIDDLES.

[From the dark caverns of the earth]

To the Rev. James Hervey, on his Meditations.

LINES under a Sun-Dial in the Church-yard at Thornby.

To the Memory Of the Reverend Mr. Samuel Clark, Who died December the 26th, aged 42.

VISIONS IN VERSE, FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT AND INSTRUCTION OF YOUNGER MINDS.

AN EPISTLE TO THE READER.

II.

III.

IV.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

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On Lord Cobham's Garden.

It puzzles much the sages' brains,
Where Eden stood of yore;
Some place it in Arabia's plains,
Some say it is no more.

But Cobham can these tales confute,
As all the curious know;
For he hath prov'd, beyond dispute,
That Paradise is Stow.