m ANNUAL REGISTER, 1804 



LINES. 



JVritten on tlie gilded Statue in Lord Cadogaii's Garden^ 1723. 

 B^ the Right Honourable Lord deceased. 



(Now Jirst published.') 



The Statue addresses Lord C. 



IN vain to Celia's heart you sue, 

 By me instnifted, learn to woo : 

 In me her emblem you may find, 

 A beauteous form without a mind ; 

 A prospect fair of venal charms, 

 Doom'd to the highest bidder's arms. 



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Tho' you had beauty, wit, and youth, 

 Tho' you had tenderness with truth. 

 Nor this, nor that, her soul could niovo, 

 Blind to desert, and cold to love : 

 Careless of censure, dead to fame, 

 Unsway'd by principle or shame. 

 So much our qualities agree, 

 'TwiH do for her that did for me, — 

 Gild her but well, you may with ease 

 Carry her naked where you please. 



EPIGRAM. 



From Rousseau, by the Same. 

 (Now Jirst published.) 



WHEN the monarch of Hell took it first in his minid 

 To attack this new world, and destroy human kind; 

 Eve was dupe to the serpent, and Adam to Eve, 

 So Moses recites, so good Christians believe. 



But the satire is plain of this waggish relation. 

 That thus the world's rul'd in each age and each nation-^ 

 (Forgive me, ye fair, if the comment's uncivil,) 

 Each man by his wife, and his wife by the devil ! 



