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TO LADY FIREBRACE *,
AT BURY ASSIZES.
At length must Suffolk beauties shine in vain,
TO LYCE, AN ELDERLY LADY.
Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest,
By flatt’ring poets given,
In all the pomp of heaven;
Which gild a lover's lays,
Let Lyce share the praise.
* This lady was Bridget, third daughter of Philip Bacon, Esq. of Ipswich, and relict of Philip Evers, Esq. of that town. She became the second wife of Sir Cordell Firebrace, the last Baronet of that name (to whom she brought a fortune of 25,0001.), July 26, 1737. Being again left a widow in 1759, she was a third time married, April 7, 1762, to William Campbell, Esq. uncle to the present Duke of Argyll; and died July 3, 1782.
Her silver locks display the moon,
Her brows a cloudy show, Strip'd rainbows round her eyes are seen,
And show'rs from either flow.
Her teeth the night with darkness dyes,
She's starr'd with pimples o'er ; Her tongue like nimble lightning plies,
And can with thunder roar.
But some Zelinda, while I sing,
Denies my Lyce shines;
Attack my gentle lines.
eye, And all her bards express, My Lyce makes as good a sky,
And I but flatter less.
ON THE DEATH OF
MR. ROBERT LEVET,
A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC.
CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine,'
As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, or slow decline,
Our social comforts drop away. Well tried through many a varying year,
See Levet to the grave descend, Officious, innocent, sincere,
Of ev'ry friendless name the friend.
Yet still he fills Affection's eye,
Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind; Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny
Thy praise to merit unrefin'd. When fainting nature call’d for aid,
And hov’ring death prepar’d the blow, His vig'rous remedy display'd
The pow'r of art without the show.
His useful care was ever nigh,
And lonely want retir'd to die.
No petty gain disdain’d by pride,
The toil of ev'ry day supplied.
Nor made a pause, nor left a void ;
The single talent well employ’d. The busy day—the peaceful night,
Unfelt, uncounted, glided by ; His frame was firm-his powers were bright,
Though now his eightieth year was nigh. Then with no fiery throbbing pain,
No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain,
And freed his soul the nearest way.
EPITAPH ON CLAUDE PHILLIPS,
AN ITINERANT MUSICIAN*.
PHILLIPS ! whose touch harmonious could remove
THOMAM HANMER, BARONETTUM.
Honorabilis admodum THOMAS HANMER,
Baronettus, Wilhelmi Hanmer armigeri, è Peregrinâ, Henrici
North De Mildenhal in Com. Suffolciæ Baronetti sorore
* These lines are among Mrs. Williams's Miscellanies: they are nevertheless recognised as Johnson's in a memorandum of his hand-writing, and were probably written at her request. Phillips was a travelling fiddler up and down Wales, and was greatly celebrated for his performance.
Duas uxores sortitus est;
dotariam : Alteram Elizabetham, Thomæ Folks de Barton in
Com. Suff. armigeri
Filiam et hæredem. Inter humanitatis studia feliciter enutritus, Omnes liberalium artium disciplinas avidè arripuit, Quas morum suavitate haud leviter ornavit.
Postquam excessit ex ephebis, Continuo inter populares suos famâ eminens, Et comitatûs sui legatus ad Parliamentum missus, Ad ardua regni negotia per annos prope triginta
se accinxit; Cumq; apud illos amplissimorum virorum ordines,
Solent nihil temerè effutire,
Orator gravis et pressus
commendatus, Æquè omnium utcunq; inter se alioqui dissidentium
Aures atque animos attraxit,
Ad prolocutoris cathedram
Tum illo certè, negotiis