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TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ.
JUNE 2, 1792.
HAYLEY, thy tenderness fraternal shown
In our first interview, delightful guest!
To Mary and me for her dear sake distress’d,
For threescore winters make a wintry breast,
And I had purposed ne'er to go in quest Of Friendship more, except with God alone. But Thou hast won me; nor is God
foe, Who, ere this last afflictive scene began,
Sent Thee to mitigate the dreadful blow,
My Brother, by whose sympathy I know
MARY AND JOHN.
IF John marries Mary, and Mary alone, 'Tis a very good match between Mary and John. Should John wed å score, Oh, the claws and the
scratches ! It can't be a match :-'tis a bundle of matches.
TO SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS.
Dear President, whose art sublime
the sisterhood :-We come; Fix well your pallet on your thumb, Prepare the pencil and the tints, We come to furnish you with hints. French disappointment, British glory, Must be the subject of the story.
First strike a curve, a graceful bow,
Takes charge of every fluttering sheet,
Iberia, trembling from afar,
the nations round; Without one friend, above all foes, Britannia gives the world repose.
AUTHOR OF LETTERS ON LITERATURE'.
The genius of the Augustan age
His head among Rome's ruins rear'd, And bursting with heroic rage,
When literary Heron appear'd, Thou hast, he cried, like him of old
Who set the Ephesian dome on fire, By being scandalously bold,
Attain'd the mark of thy desire. And for traducing Virgil's name
Shalt share his merited reward ; A perpetuity of fame,
That rots, and stinks, and is abhorr’d. Nominally by Robert Heron, but written by John Pinker