ws ANNUAL REGISTER, 1790. 
What, with the vulgar pigs of Afcot taken, 
Devour on Afcot-heath his annual bacon ? 
What bade that great, great man, a goodly fight, 
Watch his wife’s di’mond petticoat all night ; 
And what that wife of great, great, great renown, 
Make her own caps, and darn a thread-bare gown? 
What bade the charming Lapy Mary fly ! 
Marcuesi’s {queeze, for PaccHrerorri’s figh ? 
What. Masrer Epcecumese deal in rhiming ware? 
What, but to put all Cawfand in a ftare ? 
Sweet child of verfe, who, with importance big, 
Pleas’d its own felf, and eterniz’d a pig ; 
Whilft, mad an equal weight of praife to fhare, 
O.tp Mounr plays Punchinello to a hair. 
What makes a girl the fhops for novels rove ? 
The {weet impoffibilities of love; 
Quixotic deeds to catch the flying fair; 
To pant at dangers, and at marvels ftare. 
What prompteth Chloe, confcious of the charms 
That crowd the fouls of fwains with wild alarms, 
To give the {welling bofom’s milk-white fkin 
A veil of gauze fo marvellouily thin? 
What but a kind intention of the fair 
To treat the eyes of fhepherds with a ftare? 
Behold! Religion’s felf, celeftial dame, 
Founds on the rock of miracle her fame: 
A facred building, that defies decay, 
‘That fin’s wild waves can never wath away! 
What made Joun Rotxe (except for Exon’s ftare) 
Drill-ferjeant to the aldermen and -may’r ; 
Ere from the hall he led his chofen bands, 
To view the Kine or Nations, and kifs hands? 
How rarely man the haunts of wifdom fecks, 
Pleas’d with the life of cabbages and leeks! 
Though form’d to plough the foil, divinely ftrong, 
Tis famine goads him, like an ox, along: 
But Bruce, on curiofity’s wild wings, 
Darts, hawk-like, where the game of marvel fprings. 
Let envy kindle with the blufh of fhame, 
That dares to call thee, Bruck, a thief of fame. 
Pleas’d to thy wonder’s vortex to be drawn, 
A thoufand volumes could not make me yawn: 
And'(O accept a falutary hint)— 
The world will read as faft as thou canft print, 
