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Poems on Several Occasions

By Samuel Boyce

Boyce, Samuel

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II.

AN Occasional PROLOGUE SPOKEN By Mrs. WOFFINGTON,

Written in VAUX-HALL GARDENS.

FORTUNE and the LOVER.

On attending the Lectures of Mr. HENRY WATSON, Surgeon.

SONG.

Address'd to the laudable Association of ANTI-GALLICANS,

On viewing the Curiosities, in the Repository of the late Dr. MEAD.

The PHYSICIANS,

SONG.

On the intended Academy for the Encouragement of GENIUS,

To the Memory of Mr. WILLIAM BAKER.

The SHEPHERD's Evening.

To Mr. LAMBERT

EPIGRAM.

Written Extempore On a young Lady in Mourning.

AN EPILOGUE,

A CANTATA.

On Sight of a young Lady's Picture, executed by a female Artist, from Abroad.

On Sight of the Boat, built by John Rich, Esq;

The 148th PSALM Paraphras'd.

On reading Dr. Hill's Thoughts concerning God and Nature,

The Animal COMEDIANS, A FABLE.

SONG.

To CONTENTMENT.

For OUR COUNTRY. An ODE,

SONG.

EPIGRAM.

TO THE Author of the Earl of Essex.

Consolatory Verses to James Steere, Esq; Architect, on the death of his Lady.

To LOVE.

Invitation to the CHACE.

The STATUES, A FABLE.

A Parting Dialogue between a Sea Officer and his Lady.

To CELIA in the Country.

EPIGRAM.

To Mrs. Margaret Woffington.

SONG.

On receiving a Print of the Section of St. PAUL's Cathedral.

To the MUSE.

The TROUT, A FABLE.

Written extempore, on seeing Mr. GARRICK,

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Written extempore, on seeing Mr. GARRICK,

in the Character of Lord Chalkstone, in the Farce of Lethe.

I

Well done, old boy!—pshaw, damn the gout!
The Chalkstones never fail;
Thy spirits, tho' thy limbs give out,
Are brisk as bottled ale.

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Claret the languid nerves renews;
Champagne creates desire;
The glass a pretty girl can chuse;
What more can lord require?

III

Let grave-ones dictate temp'rate rules;
They're nonsense to the Great:
Such sober maxims suit the fools
Who're born to no estate.

IV

To save the land, or arts restore,
Their life let others waste;
Who cannot game, and drink, and whore,
Is not a Peer of taste.

V

Chalkstone! thy rank thou truly know'st:—
The nobleman I see!
And, heav'n be prais'd! our isle can boast
Of many a Lord like thee.