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POETRY. 
TO A GENTLEMAN ON HIS BIRTH-DAY. 
For the Bee. 
Aporto ina civil way, 
This morning whisper’d in my ear, 
*€€ Why suffer sach a blest birth-day, 
“ Te rise unsung from year to year? 
¢¢ Tell Probus the whole sacred choir 
¢ Protest it was a cruel wrong, 
© Jn spite of fancy, taste, and fire, 
¢ ‘To quit the pleasing path of song. 
-€¢ When all Parnafsus clubb’d their brains 
‘¢ To form a bard, we bluth’d to see 
& The /awyer, laughing at our pains, 
“* Forsake his Jaurel for a fee. 
‘© Tell him, of three score ten though, turn’é, 
€ Our suit no farther to oppose; 
© But if an.Otway’s fame be spurn’d, 
“¢ ‘To pay his Jong arrears in prose.” 
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ON MOSES. 
For the Bee, 
Trove H, with celestial meeknefs fill’d, 
Moses like saw-dust-heap’d the waters, 
We thank him not for having kill'd, 
And spitted two poor fornicators. 
“Where would the story end thould Pitt 
Take such a fell reforming fit? — 
And then for wosthipping a calf 
To knock so many thousands down! 
At chis rate one might butcher half 
The subjects of the Britith crown; 
Since we must always, which is worse, 
Knee! to sorge patriot hobbyhorse, 
VOL. ix, TT 4 
