CATHARINA: THE SECOND PART: ON HER MARRIAGE TO GEORGE COURTENAY, ESQ. BELIEVE it or not, as you choose, I did but express a desire To see Catharina at home, At the side of my friend George's fire, Such prophecy some may despise, And therefore attains to its end. Maria** would leave us, I knew, To the grief and regret of us all, But less to our grief, could we view Catharina the Queen of the Hall. * Lady Throckmorton. And therefore I wish'd as I did, And therefore this union of hands Since, therefore, I seem to incur life How soon I can make her a mother. EPITAPH ON FOP, A DOG BELONGING TO LADY THROCKMORTON. THOUGH Once a puppy, and though Fop by name, He died worn out with vain pursuit of you. "Yes," the indignant shade of Fop replies-"And worn with vain pursuit man also dies." August, 1792. SONNET TO GEORGE ROMNEY, ESQ. On his Picture of me in Crayons, drawn at Eartham in the 61st year of my age, and in the months of August and September 1792. ROMNEY, expert infallibly to trace On chart or canvass, not the form alone And semblance, but, however faintly shown, The mind's impression too on every faceWith strokes that time ought never to erase Thou hast so pencil'd mine, that though I own The subject worthless, I have never known The artist shining with superior grace. But this I mark-that symptoms none of woe In thy incomparable work appear. Well I am satisfied it should be so, Since, on maturer thought, the cause is clear; For in my looks what sorrow couldst thou see When I was Hayley's guest, and sat to thee? October, 1792. MARY AND JOHN. IF John marries Mary, and Mary alone, 'Tis a very good match between Mary and John. Should John wed a score, Oh, the claws and the scratches! It can't be a match :-'tis a bundle of matches. EPITAPH ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELEY. [lies, TEARS flow, and cease not, where the good man weep And justly-few shall ever him transcend TO MY COUSIN, ANNE BODHAM, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A NETWORK PURSE, MADE BY My gentle Anne, whom heretofore, I danced and fondled on my knee, A kitten both in size and glee, I thank thee for my purse. Gold pays the worth of all things here; INSCRIPTION FOR A HERMITAGE IN THE AUTHOR'S GARDEN. THIS cabin, Mary, in my sight appears, HEC TO MRS. UNWIN. 100 MARY! I want a lyre with other strings, An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new But thou hast little need There is a book There all thy deeds, my faithful Mary, shine, May, 1793. |