THE TWINS. THE WIT IN JAIL. HE Tower confines the great, That even the wretched must endure. Relates but a splenetic tale: Cervantes revels and sports, Although he writ in a jail. RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN. THE DUENNA. LOVE FOR LOVE. I NE'ER could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; But where my own did hope to sip. Is her hand so soft and pure? That heaving bosom sigh for me. CONDITIONS OF BEAUTY. GIVE Isaac the nymph who no beauty can boast, But health and good humour to make her his toast; 'Tis true I'd dispense with a throne on her back; THE SUNSHINE OF AGE. H, the days when I was young, 0円 When I laughed in fortune's spite; And with nectar crowned the night! Little recked I of thy frown; Truth, they say, lies in a well, But still honest truth I found In the bottom of each flask. True, at length my vigour's flown, And the few I have are grey. TH DRINKING GLEE. 'HIS bottle's the sun of our table, We, planets, that are not able Without his help to shine. Let mirth and glee abound! You'll soon grow bright With borrowed light, And shine as he goes round! THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL. H LET THE TOAST PASS. ERE'S to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean, Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Here's to the charmer whose dimples we prize, Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow; For let 'em be clumsy, or let 'em be slim, Let the toast pass, &c.* * These gay and flowing verses, perhaps the most popular of their class in the language, are evidently modelled on the following song in Suckling's play of the Goblins: 'A health to the nut-brown lass She that has good eyes, &c. Let it pass-let it pass. As much to the lively grey, 'Tis as good in the night as the day, She that hath good eyes, &c. Drink away-drink away. I pledge, I pledge, what ho! some wine, The colours are divine; But oh! the black, the black, Give me as much again, and let 't be sack; She that hath good eyes,' &c. This song was appropriated by S. Sheppard, in a comedy called the Committee-man curried, 1647. Sheppard was a notorious plagiarist, and had the audacity to publish the lines without any acknowledgment of the source from whence he stole them. Agincourt, Agincourt! know ye not Agincourt? Ah Chloris! that I now could sit 162 69 198 249 Ah fading joy! how quickly art thou passed! Ah! how sweet it is to love! 240 242 A nymph and a swain to Apollo once prayed Arm, arm, arm, arm! the scouts are all come in Art thou god to shepherd turned Art thou gone in haste? Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? Autumn hath all the summer's fruitful treasure 254 138 93 185 180 16 61 69 Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray 169 191 241 Blind love, to this hour. Blow, blow, thou winter wind Broom, Broom on hill Broom, broom, the bonny broom! Brave Don, cast your eyes on our gipsy fashions |