"To win me from his tender arms, "Unnumber'd fuitors came, "Who prais'd me for imputed charms, "And felt, or feign'd a flame. "Each hour a mercenary crowd "With richest proffers ftrove: "In humble, fimpleft habit clad, "The bloffoms opening to the day, "To emulate his mind. "The dew, the bloffoms of the tree, "With charms inconftant shine; "Their charms were his, but, woe to me, "Their conftancy was mine! "For ftill I try'd each fickle art, "Importunate and vain; "And while his paffion touch'd my heart, "I triumph'd in his pain "Till quite dejected with my fcorn, "He left me to my pride, "And fought a folitude forlorn, "In fecret, where he died! "But mine the forrow, mine the fault, "And there forlorn, despairing, hid, "Forbid it, heaven!" the Hermit cried, "Turn, Angelina, ever dear— "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, "And fhall we never, never part? 66 My life-my all that's mine! "No, never, from this hour to part, "We'll live and love fo true, "The figh that rends thy constant heart "Shall break thy Edwin's too." RETALIATION. A POEM. [Dr. Goldsmith, and the Gentlemen characterised in this Poem, occafionally dined at the St. James's Coffee-house---One day it was propofed to write Epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and perfon, furnished fubjects of witticifm. He was called on for RETALIATION, and at their next meeting produced this Poem. It was firft printed in the year 1774, after the Author's death.] Or old, when Scarron his companions invited, Our Garrick's a fallad-for in him we fee Oil, vinegar, fugar, and saltnefs agree: *The mafter of the St. James's Coffee-houfe. + Dr. Bernard, dean of Derry, in Ireland. Mr. Edmund Burke. ? Mr. William Burke, fecretary to General Conway. Il Mr. Richard Burke, collector of Grenada. ¶ Mr. Richard Cumberland, author of the West Indian, and other dramatic pieces. * Dr. Douglas, canon of Windfor, an ingenious Scotch gentleman, who has no less distinguished himself as a citizen of the world, than a found critic, in detecting feveral literary mistakes (or rather forgeries) of his countrymen; particularly Lauder on Milton, and Bower's Hiftory of the Popes. David Garrick, efq. To make out the dinner, full certain I am, Here lies the good dean§, reunited to earth, At least, in fix weeks, I could not find 'em out; Here lies our good Edmund, whofe genius was fuch, * Counsellor John Ridge, a gentleman belonging to the Irish bar. Sir Joshua Reynolds. An eminent attorney. ? Vide page 63. | Vide page 63. ¶ Mr. T. Townshend, member for Whitchurch. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, fir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor. Here lies honeft William,* whofe heart was a mint, While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't; The pupil of impulfe, it forc'd him along His conduct ftill right, with his argument wrong; The coachman was tipfey, the chariot drove home: That we wish'd him full ten times a-day at Old Nick; As often we wifh'd to have Dick back again. Here Cumberlandt lies, having acted his parts- Like a tragedy-queen he has dizen'd her out, * Vide page 63. + Mr. Richard. Burke. This gentleman having slightly fractured one of his arms and legs, at different times, the doctor has rallied him on those accidents, as a kind of retributive juftice for breaking his jefts upon other people. * Vide page 63. E |