288 poetrv. -^u^- 29. 



MAKTIAL, LIB. ii. EPIG. 8. IMITATED. 



For the Bee. 



If, my sagac'oiis reader meets 



A couplet carelefs or obscure ; 

 Or judges these immortal iheets 



From injur'd syntax hardly pure ; 



Such errors never can be mine; 



For learning you may give me credit.' 

 1 Spelt and pointed every line; 



Each bull, — the bungling printer made it. 



But if you hint that I myself, 



Might mto Gothic blunders fill. 

 You're a profine irreverend elf; 



I swear you have no ta&te at all. 



And if you still pursue rtie close. 



With flaws 1 can't deny nor hide ; 

 Your own transcendent pige expose, 



And then I'll mortify your pride. Bomba8D1WI0H» 



MARTIAL, LIB. 11. EPIG. 4. IMITATED. 

 For the Bee. 



My booksellers can ne'er get done 



With wonder I have been so lucky,- 

 My birth-day odes are just begun 



A tenth edition at Kentucky. 



The ChickesaWs and Cherokees, 



No longT rulh in cut-throat columns. 

 But quit their pipes and scalping fees, 



To ponder these prodigious volumes. 



The factor vending beads Snd (hot, 



At Hudson's bay who thaws his Ihinsj 

 The negro driver who minds not 



What Cortez suffers for his sins : 



The centry on Gibraltar's rock, 



Thf pilot founder'd at its bottom. 

 Of former bards if e'er they spoke, 



Have now, my fame be thank'd, forgot ihem. 



THUNDERPROOr. 



