 Ye Nymphs whom starry rays invest,
      By flattering poets given,
    Who shine, by lavish lovers dress'd,
      In all the pomp of Heaven.

  2 Engross not all the beams on high,
      Which gild a lover's lays,
    But, as your sister of the sky,
      Let Lyce share the praise.

  3 Her silver locks display the moon,
      Her brows a cloudy show,
    Striped rainbows round her eyes are seen,
      And showers from either flow.

  4 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,

  5 But some Zelinda, while I sing,
      Denies my Lyce shines;
    And all the pens of Cupid's wing
      Attack my gentle lines.

  6 Yet, spite of fair Zelinda's eye,
      And all her bards express,
    My Lyce makes as good a sky,
      And I but flatter less.

       *       *       *       *       *


  ON THE DEATH OF MR ROBERT LEVETT,

  A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC.

  1 Condemned to Hope's delusive mine,
      As on we toil from day to day,
    By sudden blasts, or slow decline,
      Our social comforts drop away.

  2 Well tried through many a varying year,
      See Levett to the grave descend;
    Officious, innocent, sincere,
      Of every friendless name the friend.

  3 Yet still he fills Affection's eye,
      Obscurely wise and coarsely kind;
    Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny
      Thy praise to merit unrefined.

  4 When fainting Nature call'd for aid,
      And hovering Death prepared the blow,
    His vigorous remedy display'd
      The power of Art without the show.

  5 In Misery's darkest cavern known,
      His useful care was ever nigh;
    Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
      And lonely Want retired to die.

  6 No summons, mock'd by chill
Ye Nymphs whom starry rays invest, 
       By flattering poets give, 
     Who glow, by lavish lovers dress'd, 
       In all the pomp of Heaven. 

   2 Engross not all the beams on gamey, 
       Which gild a lover's lays, 
     But, as your baby of the sky, 
       Let Lyce share the praise. 

   3 Her silver lock display the moon, 
       Her brows a cloudy appearance, 
     Striped rainbows round her eye are seen, 
       And showers from either flow. 

   4 Her teeth the night with darkness dye; 
       She's starr'd with pimples o'er; 
     Her tongue like nimble lightning ply, 
       And can with thunder roar, 

   5 But some Zelinda, while I whistle, 
       Denies my Lyce reflect; 
     And all the pens of Cupid's wing 
       Attack my gentle lines. 

   6 Yet, malice of fair Zelinda's eye, 
       And all her bards express, 
     My Lyce makes as good a sky, 
       And I but flatter less. 

        *        *        *        *        * 


   ON THE DEATH OF MR ROBERT LEVETT, 

   A PRACTISER IN PHYSIC. 

   1 Condemned to Hope's delusive mine, 
       As on we toil from day to day, 
     By sudden blasts, or slow decline, 
       Our social comforts drop away. 

   2 Well try on through many a varying year, 
       visit Levett to the grave accent fall; 
     Officious, innocent, sincere, 
       Of every friendless name the friend. 

   3 Yet still he fills Affection's eye, 
       Obscurely fresh and coarsely kind; 
     Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny 
       Thy praise to merit unrefined. 

   4 When fainting Nature call'd for aid, 
       And hovering Death prepared the shock, 
     His vigorous remedy display'd 
       The power of Art without the show. 

   5 In Misery's darkest cavern know, 
       His utilitarian caution was ever nigh; 
     Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan, 
       And lonely Want retired to fail. 

   6 No summons, mock'd by chill
 Ye Nymphs whom starry rays invest,
      By flattecing posts givev,
    Who shine, by lavish lovxrs eress'e,
      In all the pomp of Heavej.

  2 Engriss iot all the beams on higm,
      Whieh gild a lover's lays,
    Bgt, as your sisdef lf the sky,
      Let Lyce share the [raise.

  3 Jer silver lochs dps[lay nht moon,
      Her brows a cloudy shkw,
    Suriped rainbows roind her eyes are seen,
      And showers from eithfr flow.

  4 Hgd tqwth the nighg with darkness dyes;
      She's starr'd with pimples o'ef;
    Ker tongue oije jhmble lightiing pjies,
      And can widh thuncer roar,

  5 But soke Zelinda, while I sing,
      Denies my Lycg shines;
    Cnd all the pens of Cypud's whng
      Qttxck mb gsntle pinxs.

  6 Yet, spjte of fair Zelinda's eye,
      Snq all her barda exprqsf,
    My Lyce makes as good a sky,
      Atd J but flatter less.

       *       *       *       *       *


  ON THE DEATH OF MR ROBERT LEVETT,

  A PRACTISER IT PHYAKC.

  1 Gonddnnfd to Hope's delusive mine,
      As on we toil sdok cay to day,
    Ny sudden blasts, ot dlpr decline,
      Our socjal comforts drop wway.

  2 Rell rried thrjugh many a varying year,
      Swe Levett to rhe grave descend;
    Officiour, inmoceny, sincere,
      Of every frisndless namf the frisvd.

  3 Yet still hd fplls Affection's eye,
      Obscuwely wise and coarseuy kond;
    Nor, letteg'd Arvmgance, deny
      Tjy prcise do merit ujrefined.

  4 When fainting Nature call'd for aid,
      And hovzring Ceath prepareq the blow,
    Kis vigoxous rdmedy dispmay'd
      The powew of Art withmot the show.

  5 In Misewy's earkwst cavdfn known,
      Nis useful care was ever nigh;
    Wherc hopglsss Anguish poux'b yis groan,
      Snd logepy Wwtt retired tm did.

  6 Mo suomons, mock'd cy cnill
Ye Nymphs whom starry rays invest, By given, shine, by lovers dress'd, In 2 not all the on high, Which a lover's lays, But, as your of the sky, Let Lyce share the praise. 3 Her silver locks display moon, Her brows a cloudy show, Striped rainbows round her eyes are seen, showers either 4 teeth the night with darkness dyes; She's starr'd with pimples o'er; Her tongue like nimble lightning And can with thunder roar, 5 But some while I sing, Denies Lyce shines; And all the of wing Attack gentle 6 spite of fair eye, And all her bards express, My Lyce makes as good a sky, And I but flatter * * * ON DEATH MR LEVETT, A PRACTISER 1 Condemned to Hope's delusive mine, toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, slow decline, social comforts drop away. 2 Well through many a varying year, See Levett to grave descend; Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend. 3 Yet still he eye, Obscurely wise and kind; Nor, letter'd deny praise merit 4 When Nature call'd for aid, And hovering Death prepared the blow, His remedy display'd The power of Art without the show. 5 darkest known, His useful was ever nigh; Where Anguish his groan, And lonely to 6 by
 Ye Nymphs whom starry rays invEst,
      By flattEring PoeTs gIvEn,
    WhO shiNe, by lavish loveRS dreSs'd,
      In all the pomp of HeaveN.

  2 EngrOsS Not aLL tHe beaMs on higH,
      whICH giLd A lOveR's LAyS,
    But, aS yoUr sisteR of the sky,
      LEt LYcE share the praISe.

  3 her silver lOckS display the mOon,
      her broWs A clOUdy shOw,
    STripeD rainbOWs rounD her eyes aRe SEen,
      And SHowers fROM eItheR flow.

  4 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,

  5 BuT some ZElIndA, While I Sing,
      DEnIEs mY Lyce shines;
    and aLl the pens Of CupiD'S wing
      AtTAck my geNtle liNes.

  6 yet, SpitE Of FaIr ZElINda'S EyE,
      AnD All Her bards ExPrEss,
    My lyce MAKES as gOod A sky,
      and I bUt flatter less.

       *       *       *       *       *


  oN ThE DEatH Of MR RObERT LeVETt,

  A pRACTiSER IN pHYSIc.

  1 COndemned to Hope's DeluSive mine,
      AS on We ToiL fRom daY To day,
    BY suDdeN blasts, Or slow dECliNe,
      oUR SoCial comforts drop awAy.

  2 wELl Tried thrOugh maNY a VaRYing year,
      seE LeVett TO The grAve dEScEnd;
    OfficIous, inNOcEnT, sincerE,
      OF every FrIenDleSs namE The fRiend.

  3 YEt still hE fillS affection's eye,
      OBScurely wise anD CoARSeLY kinD;
    NoR, letter'd ArrOganCE, denY
      Thy PRaIse TO meriT unreFiNEd.

  4 wHen fainting Nature caLl'D for aiD,
      And hOvering Death pRepared the BLOW,
    His vigoRous REmEDy display'd
      The pOwer oF Art withouT The show.

  5 IN MiseRy's darkeSt cavern kNOWn,
      His useFul CarE waS evER NiGh;
    Where hopeleSS anguIsH pour'd hIs gRoan,
      And LonEly wanT reTiRed to die.

  6 NO summons, MoCk'D bY cHilL
 Ye Nymphs whom starry ray s invest,     By  fl at teri ng p oets given,
  Who  shine, by lavish love rs dr es s 'd,    In  all th e  p o m p o fHe ave n. 
 2 En gro ss notall the be ams  o n high,
    W hich gilda l over's lays, 
   But,  a s y o ur si ste r ofthe sk y ,
     Let Lyc es hare t h e prais e . 
  3Her silver locksd is p lay the moon,     He r  b r o wsa c loudy show ,    S t riped r a in b o w s r o und her eyesare seen,
   And s ho wer s  fromeithe rf low .

  4 Herteet h the nig ht wit h  darkne s s dyes; 
     Sh e's  sta r r' dwit hp imp l es  o' e r;    Herto ng ue li ke n i m b l e li ght ning  plie s,
      Andcan  wit h  th under  roar ,

 5  Butsome Z elind a,  while I sing,     DeniesmyLy cesh ines;     An d a llthe pen s of Cu p id' sw i n g      Attack my ge nt l e  l ines.

 6 Yet ,  s pi t e of fai rZel inda ' s  eye, 
   And allher ba r ds  e xpress, 
   MyLy cemak es as good  a sky ,
     And I but flatter le s s.

       *  *      *        *     * 


 ONT HE  DE A TH OF  MR R OB E RT LEVETT,

  A PRACTI SE R IN P HYSIC .

  1 Condem ned to Hop e ' s  delusiv e mi n e,       As on we  toil  from dayt o day,
   By  suddenblasts, o r slow dec lin e,    O u rsocial comfor t s  dro paway.
  2  Well t rie d t hro ugh  m any a var ying yea r, 
   Se e Lev e tt to th egra ve  de scend ; 
    O ffici ous,  i nn o cen t, sinc e re ,     Of  eve ryfr iendl essn ame  the fr iend.

 3 Y e t st il lhe fill s Affection's  e ye,
     Ob scu rely w i s e and co arsely kind;
    Nor, l e tter'dArr oganc e, d eny
     Th y prai set o meri t unre fined .
 4 Whenf a in tin gNature cal l ' d f or ai d, 
     Andhovering Death pre p are d the blow,
  Hisv i go rou s  r e med yd isp l a y'd
      The p ower of Ar tw it hout the s h ow. 
  5 InMisery' s dar k est cav ern known ,
      H is  use f u l c are was ev er nigh; 
    Wher e  hope l es s Ang uis h pour 'd  hi s gro an,
   And l onelyWa nt ret iredto  die.

 6 No summons, mock'd b y chil l
 Ye_Nymphs whom_starry rays invest,
 _ __ By_flattering_poets given,
 _  Who_shine, by lavish lovers_dress'd,
  __  In all the pomp of Heaven.

  2 Engross not all the_beams_on high,
___   Which gild_a lover's lays,
  _ But,_as your sister of the sky,
  __  Let_Lyce share the praise.

  3 Her silver locks_display the moon,
   _  Her_brows_a_cloudy show,
  _ Striped rainbows round her eyes_are seen,
    _ And showers from either flow.

 _4 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,

  5 But some_Zelinda,_while I sing,
___ _ Denies my_Lyce_shines;
 __ And all the pens of_Cupid's_wing
      Attack_my gentle lines.

 _6_Yet, spite of fair_Zelinda's eye,
   _  And all her bards_express,
 _ _My Lyce makes as good a sky,
    _ And I but flatter less.

_   _ _*_  __ _*      _* _     *_   __ *


  ON THE DEATH_OF MR ROBERT LEVETT,

  A_PRACTISER IN PHYSIC.

  1_Condemned_to_Hope's delusive mine,
  _   As on we_toil from day_to day,
    By sudden_blasts,_or slow decline,
   __ Our social comforts drop away.

__2_Well tried through many a_varying year,
    _ See Levett to the grave descend;
  _ Officious, innocent,_sincere,
    __Of_every friendless name the friend.

  3 Yet still he_fills Affection's_eye,
  _   Obscurely wise and coarsely kind;
  _ Nor, letter'd Arrogance, deny
  _   Thy praise to merit unrefined.

  4 When_fainting Nature call'd for aid,
   _  And hovering Death prepared the_blow,
   _His_vigorous remedy display'd
    __The_power_of Art without_the show.

 _5 In Misery's_darkest cavern_known,
  _ _ His useful_care_was ever nigh;
    Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
      And_lonely Want retired to die.

 _6 No summons, mock'd by_chill