;^>;> rt iSf ^s >3§5* I {LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. }j } DNITRD STATES OF AMERICA, jj ^ £ >J> *>;> ^ •> J - a ^^ -^-> # ;3> >^JS>> > :*> ^jt%* =* m>-~ » '3isr> J ~^>T^g>> --^Sfejprj .^-£»L safe. -?i3K > > ^> Tag* 5> > • •■is> W3> _ IPI61AMS. S. Gosnell, Printer, Ljjtle Queen Street, Holborm JE F I G M A M S. IN TWO BOOKS. -By WILLIAM BARNES RHODES. LONDON: f PRINTED FOR WILLIAM MILLER, OLD BOND STREET, 4803. S»»* r EPIGRAMS. BOOK I. 1. 1 hrouoh life what different motives tend To lead to one determined end ! Thus Tom would starve (though wanting bread) Before he 'd ask a mite of -Ned 5 And Ned (though sure that Tom must want it) Would see him starve before he 'd grant it. EPIGRAMS. To be a guest at Draco's sumptuous board, You hail him friend to virtue, foe to vice. Integrity 's my wealth-*-I can't afford To buy a dinner at so dear a price. 3. See Flavia shine at Park or Play, And men of taste their homage pay} Nor do I judge in haste : They toast her beauty — such the case, They must (whoe'er admire her face) For painting have a taste. EPIGRAMS. 4. Off in a chaise flew Ned and bride (The knot as hastily was tied) ; Far from the busy town they seek A calm retreat, and stay'd — a week • When with such speed as took them down, The pair arrive again in town, His friends appear, and wish him joy \ " Ah !" cries the now experienc'd boy, " In vain you strive to soften fate, Your wishes are a week too late." 5. Charles, like a miser, hoards his share of wit; He 's past threescore, and ne'er produced it yet, 8 2 EPIGRAMS. 6, Thy house, friend Edward, I confess, Is such as very few possess : Rich are thy wines, and as for plate, The sideboard totters with the weight; Thy glass and china too might vie With aught that meets the curious eye j Thy pictures very few would set Sufficient value on : but yet Thy furniture is incomplete -, Thy files can't boast of one receipt. 7- 4< You're a fool/' mutters Harry: says Thomas, " That 's true, So must any one be who expects sense from you." EPIGRAMS. 8. IIich Timon's board displays the best 5 And Carlos (made a welcome guest) , Through vanity , is apt to boasts It is his wit that rules the roast : Trifler, to know the truth 't is fit — 'Tis Timon's roast that rules thy wit. 9. Thomas would fain proclaim himself a wit; " Great wits short mem'ries have/' our writers say \ Upon that ground his title I admit, For what he borrows he forgets to pay. B 3 EPIGRAMS. 10. *' Your play won't do."— " Won't do!'* the author cries -, * c A want of judgment with the reader lies: Sufficient justice on the piece bestow'd, Its merits, Sir, had warm'd the list'ning crowd." « That may be true/' the manager exclaims, '< For justice would condemn it to the flames." 11. Harry tells lies of Jack, you '11 find,, In hopes he '11 pay the debt in kind $ But Jack's revenge is more severe, By truths which Harry hates to hear. EPIGRAMS. 12. TO AN ENGLISH NABOB, Were we to judge from scenes profuse, That happiness from wealth ensues, Thy lot is enviable, I 'm sure 5 But when stern Reason doth profess^, " Man's only wealth is happiness," Then thou indeed art very poor, 13. What fools my comrades arel" Tim cries 5 Nor is the charge devoid of truth : Tis said that they esteem him wise; If so; there needs no further proof. b 4 EPIGRAMS. 14. Tom's fruitful spouse bestow'd a yearly child, And he was happy whilst the bantlings smil'd : Three years ago he join'd a martial band, And sought for laurels in a distant land) Yet such the force of habit, Nell, they say, Still has her yearly child, though Tom 's away* 15. When writers say our ancestors were wise, Detractus swears 'tis all a heap of lies, That partial hands the flatt'ring picture drew) From friendship some, from int'rest not a few. Fame thus acquir'd Detractus' hopes may raise j Who knows ? posterity may sound his praise. EPIGRAMS, 16. Yotr think Fortune has smil'd 'cause 'tis said Tom in store Has more money than wit 5 I admit he has more., But am sorry to add he is still very poor. .17. Two farmers held dispute, to prove The blessings of connubial love 5 " See here," cries one, with honest smile, f< Six healthful boys my cares beguile." u And I," cried t'other, c< might perhaps Have had as fine a set of chaps, But (and what such a thing ensures) Our priest is not so young as yours." IO EPIGRAMS. 18. From Virtue's path when Kitty strays, A conscious blush her guilt betrays 5 No wonder then they err who say, That Kitty paints both night and day. 19. (( Sure, Bill, of late you seem to shun my door, To-morrow call, I '11 be at home at four." " Well, Dick, I '11 come, altho' your lady's din Proves you are not at home, and yet within." No paradox is here ; plain sense decrees, Man only is at home where he's at ease. EPIGRAMS. II 20. u How comes it," says a wealthy cit (Discoursing with a man of wit), " That Fortune doth so seldom shed Her favours on a poet's head, Whilst Ignorance throughout the land Walks with the Goddess hand in hand?" M Let not the matter cause surprise ; 'Tis thus," the Muses' son replies : " Some time ago, but when or where, I know as little as I care, Fortune and Phoebus disagreed, And mortals suffer by the deed ; For when they visit here below, Their difP rent bounties to bestow, Wherever one's arriv'd before, The other always shuns the door." 12 EPIGRAMS, 21. Lucas, with ragged coat, attend* My Lord's levee 5 and, as he bends, The gaping wounds expose to view Ail else beneath as ragged too. But hark the Peer: " My friends, to-day By great affairs I 'm call'd away ; Attend to-morrow at this hour, Your suits shall claim my utmost pow'r." The crowd, retiring, thanks exprest, Save Lucas, who, behind the rest, Desponding . loiter' d 3 cries my Lord, " Why, Lucas, do you doubt my word ?" " No, Sire; 'tis too well understood — To-morrow !" — Here his garb he view'd* " Alas ! my Lord, can I be mute ? To-morrow I shall have no suit/* EPIGRAMS. 1 J 22. / Thy uncle dead, nought left to thee, Thou wond'rest — Harry, to be free, I see no ground for such surprise — ■ He always was reputed wise. 23. THE CASE REVERSED. Thou hadst left by thy uncle, so lately deceas'd, An estate that is worth twenty thousand at least \ It is wrong, I confess, to speak ill of the dead, But he never was thought to be right in the head, 14 EPIGRAMS. 24. A thief, whose every act portray 'd The perfect master of the trade, Once seen, and forc'd to quit his prey, Yet stole, Half what I ask'd he freely granted : His manner known, I gain'd what I requir'd, By asking double what I wanted. 23. TO A SPENDTHRIFT. Thus saith Philosophy amidst her lore, " There 's none are truly happy but the poor: Jf so, the fav'ring die of Fortune 's cast, And, Tom, thy happiness increases fast, EPIGRAM S, 55 24. TO THE SAME. Midas, in ancient tales we 're told, Could turn whatever he touch'd to gold ; But vain had been his mighty skill, Hadst thou liv'd then, and had thy will ; The mountain heaps as quick as thought, When touch'd by thee, had turn'd to nought. E 4 56 EPIGRAMS. 25. Though, Draco, thou shouldst daily sec A servile group low bend the knee, Ne'er think that Fate thy lot assign'd Above the level of mankind 5 No, Draco, every act will shew it, Those who adore thee are below it. 26. Two reasons are giv'n (which are equally good) Why the credit of Harry 's so bad \ For paying, he has not the means if he would, Nor was he inclined when he had. EPIGRAMS. 57 Bobby declares he loves his wife, And she, (kind soul!) avoiding strife, So willing ev'ry hour to please, t Believes the doting man with ease 5 Nor very hard the task ; for she Believes the same from more than he. 28. Philip, when ask'd how far'd his bride ? (By sickness long oppress'd,) replied, " If we by symptoms may be led, I've hopes — the doctor shakes his head." 5^ EPIGRAMS* 29. Dick swears his wife drinks so much gin, Her tongue's intolerable din Keeps one continual bawl : Doll, to retort her husband's song, Swears he 's so drunk the whole day long, He cannot speak at all. 30. Thy censure, Thomas, may be just, Vain, giddy, senseless 3 but I trust Were I within thy steps to go, More than thyself would think me so. EPIGRAMS. 59 31. Yon wretched lunatic behold $ Mark how he raves 5 nor art nor gold Can mitigate his frantic fits, Or once restore his long-lost wits. Then, Edward, bless thy luckier stars, Which a like hapless fate debars, For thou (believe an honest friend) Hast no such loss to apprehend. 6o EPIGRAMS. 32. A sharper once detected and expos'd, Denied the charge, which all his fraud disclos'd, And swore (whilst he prepar'd for deadly strife,,) He held his honour dearer than his life. (i Nay, then/' exclaim'd the cause of his disgrace, Rest, honest sword, secure within thy case 5 No credit by the contest canst thou reap, With one who holds his life so very cheap." EPIGRAMS. 6 1 33. Worn down with age, oppress'd with grief, Impell'd by hunger to implore, A fainting beggar for relief Ask'd at a niggard miser's door : Yes, Rosalie to half the town Has taught whate'er she learnt of me. f3 70 EPIGRAMS. 42. ON AN EXTREMELY VAIN LADY. Delia had beauty, and, beside, Possest a decent share of pride 5 Two such momentous powers as they Can seldom brook divided sway; So fought, and Pride's o'erbearing might Has kick'd poor Beauty out of sight. 43. " Thank God my stingy father 's dead," The other day a spendthrift said : " You're right, for, were he here/' cries one, u 'T would break his heart to see his 6on." EPIGRAMS. ^ I 44. Well vers'd in all deceptive arts, Yet foil'd in one design, Would you assert Ned's cunning parts Are much on the decline 3 Such superficial reas'ning cease, And praise the skilful elf- It surely was his master-piece, When he deceiv'd himself. *4 1% EPIGRAMS. 45. When Dick exprest his doubts to Ned, That faithless to the marriage bed His spouse had often been 5 if Indeed, you 're wrong/' his friend replied, " Believe me, lay all doubts aside, These eyes the fact have seen.*' 46. The glow which Cloe's cheeks possess Is something more than Nature's dress \ Yet such her happy knack, Although she paints, there 's none can boast Of knowing which she uses most, Carmine or coniac. EPIGRAMS, 73 47. 'T is so hard on the merits of men to decide^ Or to judge by what motives their acts are impelTd; It were better at once, all mistakes to avoid, That our censure and praise should alike be with- held. This is surely the system Corrosive intends, Yet for why the completion so long he delays Is unknown, since he frequently censures his friends, But 't is long since he utter'd a sentence of praise. 74 EPIGRAMS. 48. To Maro's board a group of flatt'rers came, Professing, yet profaning Friendship's name; But Maro fails, the group no more attend. Say ye who nicely weigh in Reason's scale, Should joy or grief o'er Maro's mind prevail, Since with his fortune went each faithless friend ? 49. 'T is said with wealth our wants increase; If you admit of this position, With loss of wealth our wants must cease— Maro, how happy thy condition ! EPIGRAMS. 75 50. 'T is the fatality of human life, That one who 's liv'd perpetually in strife Cares not to venture on a total change, Though Fortune gives him all the world to range. Thus scarce was Dicky's spouse in coffin laid, When, dreading quiet, he espous'd his maid, 51. You wonder how Titus so soon can perceive The follies to which men are prone : 'Tis sympathy, Sir $ for I really believe That each corresponds with his own. j6 JEPIGRAMS. 52. Though Tom can romance with a talent so rare, Be the group ne'er so shrewd, to a man he '11 deceive 'em : He ne'er as a liar with Ned must compare, Who tells his so well that himself will believe 'em. 53. THE RIVAL CANDIDATES. Like me, Charles seeks a poet's name; He thinks his verse secures the claim ; Two better pleas my claim promote, An empty purse and ragged coat. EPIGRAMS. 77 54. Tom's pretensions to merit may not be so lame As were thought, since too often by acts of op- pression Men entitled to wealth, though undoubted their claim, Live and die without ever obtaining possession. 55. Apologies for absence, Ned? Believe me, none desire 'em; But if excuses must be made, Thy presence doth require 'em. 7$ '. EPIGRAMS. 56. 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