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Poems, chiefly pastoral

By John Cunningham. The second edition. With the Addition of several pastorals and other pieces
 
 

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EPIGRAMS, &c.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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EPIGRAMS, &c.

An EPIGRAM.

[A member of the modern great]

A member of the modern great
Pass'd Sawney with his budget,
The Peer was in a car of state,
The tinker forc'd to trudge it.
But Sawney shall receive the praise
His Lordship would parade for;
One's debtor for his dapple greys,
And t'other's shoes are paid for.

252

Another.

To Wasteall, whose eyes were just closing in death,
Doll counted the chalks on the door;
In peace, cry'd the wretch, let me give up my breath,
And Fate will soon rub out my score.
Come, bailiffs, cries Doll, (how I'll hamper this cheat!)
Let the law be no longer delay'd,
I never once heard of that fellow call'd Fate,
And by G---d he shan't die 'till I'm paid.

253

On Mr Churchill's Death.

Says Tom to Richard, Churchill's dead;
Says Richard, Tom, you lie,
Old Rancour the report hath spread,
But Genius cannot die.

A POSTSCRIPT.

Would honest Tom G---d get rid of a scold,
The torture, the plague of his life!
Pray tell him to take down his lion of gold,
And hang up his brazen-fac'd wife.
 

Landlord of the Golden Lion, an inn in Yorkshire.


254

EPIGRAPH For Dean Swift's Monument.

Executed by Mr P. Cunningham, Statuary in Dublin.

Say, to the Drapier's vast unbounded fame,
What added honours can the sculptor give?
None—'tis sanction from the Drapier's name
Must bid the sculptor and his marble live.

EPIGRAM.

[Could Kate for Dick compose the gordian string]

Could Kate for Dick compose the gordian string,
The Tyburn knot how near the nuptial ring!
A loving wife, obedient to her vows,
Is bound in duty to exalt her spouse.

255

Apollo—To Mr C---F---,

on his being satirized by an ignorant Person.

Whether he's worth your spleen or not,
You've ask'd me to determine:
I wish my friend a nobler lot
Than that of trampling vermin.
A blockhead can't be worth our care,
Unless that we'd befriend him:
As you've some common sense to spare,
I'll pay what you may lend him.

256

On seeing J. C---ft, Esq;

abused in a Newspaper.

When a wretch to public notice,
Would a man of worth defame;
Wit, as threadbare as his coat is,
Only shews his want of shame.
Busy, pert, unmeaning parrot!
Vilest of the venal crews!
Go—and in your Grubstreet garret,
Hang yourself and paltry muse.
Pity too the meddling sinner
Should for hunger hang or drown:
F---x, (he must not want a dinner)
Send the scribbler half a crown.
FINIS.