806. 
s ; 3.—(V. 
- Point in his foremoft epigram is found ; 
Bee-like, he loft his fing by the firit wound. 
4.—(VIIl.) 
A. I faw your Cae with furprife3 
She is fodeaf. B. Ithought her dumb like- 
wile. 
§.—(VIL) 
Cupid and Mercury above 
. Chang’d arms for better and for worfe: 
Hence Prudence flings the fhafts of Love; 
And Love wins trophies with the purfe. 
Let this, one thought, Lucinda, make you 
blufh, © 
That no one elfe could caufe the fainteft flufb. 
7.—(XKV1.) 
Sophia daily calls on the young doétor Pill. . 
What then? Her hufband’s really weak and 
ill. 
3.—(XLI,) 
But one bad woman at a time 
On earth arifes. 
That every one fhould think he has hes 
I own—furprifes. 
9.—(XLV.) 
Not one of all his tales I fwallow: 
Once he fpoke truth, and dup’d me hollow. 
10.—(LVII.) 
- Along way off—Lucinda_-ftrikes the men. 
AS fhe draws near, 
And one fees clear, 
# long way off—one_wifhes her again. 
t1.—(LIX.) 
Why muft Afpafia laugh no more, 
And every comic {cene refufe ? 
She fobs with Siddons as before. 
Hias the begun her teeth to lofe > 
12.——(L.). 
A. A Ps wey and monks fo foon at 
hand ! 
B. The houfe was of ill fame: you under- 
tand ? 
13.—(LXIX.) 
On a young Lady gazing at a fine Statue of 
Cupid. 
Yes! now I underfiand the whole: 
Cupid, to fee himfelf more clear, 
Shot into Betfy’s eyes his foul, 
-And left his body lifelefs here. 
14.—(LXXIV.) 
Fabullus locks his iron cheft-awith caré 3 
Leaft any one fhould know that nothing?s 
there: 
15.—(LXLIII.) 
You hefitate if you fhall take a wife: 
Do as your father did—live fingle all your 
lifes +. 
76.——(CXXIL.) a 
Clyftill, the phyfician, is now volunteer: 
Hell Tile no more deaths on his coniciencey. 
\ that’s clear. 
Original nes het 
17.—CXXXIV.) . 
Grudge leaves the poor his whole- pofteisns 
“nearly: 
rc means his next of kin thall weep fincerely. 
@ 13.—(XX.) 
For an apple to part with a garden fo fine 
Was gluttony, Adam, indeed: 
But had the teft-fruit been the fruit of the 
vine, 
Father Adam no pardon would need. 
19.—(CXLIV.) 
Adam awhile in Paradife 
Enjoy’d his novel life: 
He was caught napping; inathrice - 
His rib was made a wife. 
Poor father Adam, what a gueft! 
‘This moft unlucky dofe 
Made the firf& minute of thy ref 
The laf of thy repofe. ; 
20. 
Reader, if thefe few epigrams don’t pleafe, 
> Be thankful you have only thefe. 
SS 
ZURIC-LAKE, ot 
AN ODE PROM KLOPSTOCK. 
AIR is the majefty of all thy works 
Onthe green earth, Q mother Nature— 
fair ! 
But fairer the glad face 
Enraptur’d w ire thoes 
Come from the vine-banks of the glittering 
lake— y 
Or—haft thou climb’d the faites fixies 
“anew— ‘ 
Come on the rofeate tip 
Of evening’s breezy wi ae 
And teach my fong with glee of “youth te 
glow! 
Sweet Joy, like Shes glee of fhouting 
Souths 
Or feeling Fanny’s laugh. 
Behind u 
ry 
us far—already Uto lay, 
At whof : ot Zuric, in the quiet vale, 
Fee er free fons: behind— 
fice vine-clad hills.« , 
Unclouded beam’d the top of filver Alpes 3 
ee 
ic 
i 
And warmer beat the heart of gazing youths, 
And warmer to their fair 
‘ Companions fpoke its glow. f 
And Haller’s Doris fang—the pride of fong, | 
And Hirzel’s Daphne, dear to Kleift and © 
Gleim, . 
And we youths fang, and felt, 
As were each-—Hagedorn. 
_ Soon the green meadow took us to the cool 
And fhadowy foreft, which becrowns the ifles_ 
Then cam’ft thou, Joy, thou camrit 
Down in full tide to us; 
Yes; goddefs Joy! 
clafp’d thee, 
Beit fitter of Humanity, thyfelf;_ 
With thy dear Innocence 
Accompanied, thyfelf. 
ts sweet 
[ November ; 

thyfelf; we felt, we 



