POETKT. 



On Beauty, Addressed to the fair. 



Beauty ye fair, I compare to a rose, 



Which you know is at best but a flow'r ; 

 And a flower has nothing at all to dispose. 



As it blolsorns and fades in an hour. 

 Thus as beauty you see, is pofsels'd of no fame, 

 So I hope you'll agree. 

 In one voice with me. 

 That, to boast of one's beauty is vain. 

 A . F- 



The Orlop *. 

 Sir, To the Editor of the Bee. 



Inserting the following lines in your highly useful publicp.tion will 

 much oblige your constant reader. Nauticus. 



Aid me kind muse, so whimsical a theme, 



No poet ever yet pursu'd, for fame. 



Boldly I venture on the novel scene. 



Nor tear the critic's frown, the pcuant's spleen. 



Sons of the ocean, we their rules disdain. 



Our bosom honest, and our language plain. 



Let Homei's battles and his godsde'.ght; 



Let Milton with internal legions fight : 



His favourite hero, polifli'd V^irgil ihow ; 

 With I'lve and wine, luxurious Horace glow : 

 Be such ther subjects, I another chuse. 

 As yet neglected by the laughing muse. 



Deep in ihe fabric where Bruaniiia boasts 

 O'er seas to waft her thunder and her hosts, 

 A cavern lies, ne'er pierced by solar ray, 

 Where glimmering tapers only lend the day, 

 V/her? wild disorder holds lier wanton reigi;. 

 And carelefs inurials wanton in her train. 

 Hail i:app^ Oricp, midst thy glooms I stray, 

 To sing thy wonders in descriptive lay. 



Stoouing Iven^ath a hammock's friendly fliade, 

 See Eseuiapius, \ with his arms pourtrayed, 



* Lowest dctk in j rtiip of war. 



t In this deck is Iways placed thecockpit or surgeon's opcratin" 

 room ".s in a place of safety under water. " 



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