FROM THE ORATORIO OF THE CAPTIVITY. SONG. THE wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, ftill on hope relies ; And ev'ry pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rife. Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way; VOL. II. H SONG. SONG. O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, And turning all the past to pain; Thou, like the world, the oppreft oppreffing, THE THE CLOWN'S REPLY. JOHN TROTT was defir'd by two witty peers, To tell him the reason why affes had ears; "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to "letters, "Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters, "Howe'er from this time I fhall ne'er fee your graces, "As I hope to be fav'd! without thinking on affes." *Edinburgh, 1753. *H 2 EPITAPH EPITAPH ON EDWARD PURDON.* HERE lies poor NED PURDON, from mifery freed, Who long was a bookseller's hack: He led fuch a damnable life in this world, I don't think he'll wish to come back. * This gentleman was educated at Trinity College, Dublin; but having wafted his patrimony, he enlifted as a foot foldier. Growing tired of that employment, he obtained his discharge, and became a fcribbler in the newspapers. He tranflated Voltaire's HENRIADE. ~~ AN |