In books of geo-graphy He made the maps to flutter; A river or a sea Was to him a dish of tea, And a kingdom bread and butter, But if some mawkish potion He took a page Of logic-to compose him. A Trap, in haste and anger, Was bought, you need not doubt on 't; And such was the gin, Were a lion once got in, He could not, I think, get out on't. With cheese, not books, 'twas baited; Minds books when he has other diet. But more of Trap and bait, sir, And dragg'd them away together. Both Trap and bait were vanish'd It now may seem, Had then- —a dozen or more in. Then answer this, ye sages! Nor deem I mean to wrong ye, Had the rat, which thus did seize on Than many a scull among ye? Dan Prior's mice, I own it, That England's topsy-turvy Let sophs, by rats infested, Then trust in cats to catch them, Good luck betide our captains, And grant that the one May quell the Spanish Don, And the other destroy our rats, sir! 2 Written at the time of the Spanish depredations. ON MR. C—. OF KIDDERMINSTER'S POETRY. THY verses, friend! are Kidderminster' stuff, And I must own—you've measured out enough. TO THE VIRTUOSOS. HAIL, curious wights! to whom so fair Who deem those grubs beyond compare, Whether o'er hill, morass, or mound, Yet in the fury of the chase Fierce as Camilla2 o'er the plain Pursued the glittering stranger, Still eyed the purple's pleasing stain, And knew not fear nor danger. 1 Kidderminster, famous for a coarse woollen manufacture. 2 See Virgil. 'Tis you dispense the favourite meat To Nature's filmy people; Know what conserves they choose to eat, ; And if her brood of insects dies, 'Tis you protect their pregnant hour; Yet, oh! howe'er your towering view A friend who, weigh'd with yours, must prize That wrought the death of teasing flies, Let Flavia's eyes more deeply warm, And speak with some respect of beaux, THE EXTENT OF COOKERY. Aliusque et idem. Another and the same. WHEN Tom to Cambridge first was sent, A plain brown bob he wore, Read much, and look'd as though he meant To be a fop no more. See him to Lincoln's-Inn repair, His resolutions flag, He cherishes a length of hair, And tucks it in a bag. Nor Coke nor Salkeld he regards, But gets into the House; Adieu, ye bobs! ye bags! give place; Good Lord! to see the various ways |