The BRITISH MUSE: CONTAINING Original POEMS, SONGS, DANCES, &c. Sung by Mifs STEVENSON at Vaux-hall. The firft couple foot it, and hands half round with one hand; the fame back again with the other hand. Caft off, and lead through the third couple. Foot it to your partner, and turn. "T The proud FLY. AFABLE. WAS in the peaceful month of May, (No matter, critic, for the day) When Phoebus had his noon attain'd, And in his blaze of glory reign'd, A fly, as gay as e'er was feen, Clad o'er in azure, jet, and green, Gay, for his part, as birth-day beau, Whofe foul is vanifh'd into fhow, On Paul's fam'd temple chanc'd to light, To eafe his long laborious flight. There, as his optics gaz'd around, An inch or two their utmoft bound, He thus began: Men vainly tell How they in works of fkill excell This edifice they proudly fhow, To prove what human art can do. "Tis all a cheat-Before my eyes What infinite diforders rife? Here hideous cavities appear, And broken precipices there: They never us'd the plane or line, But jumbled heaps without defign. He ceas'd contemptuous; and, as flies Difcern with microscopic eyes, From what he faw he reafon'd right: But how inadequate his fight To mark the building from its bafe, Th' harmonious ftructures rais'd by thee, The Buck's Delight, an ACROSTIC. P fung, O-f cyder fam'd, whence firft his laurel fprung. R-ife then, my mufe, and to the world pro claim The mighty charms of PORTER's potent name: E-ach Buck, from thee, fhall sweetest pleasure tafte, R-evel fecure, nor think to part in hafte. T. T. On On taking a Batchelor's Degree. In Allufion to Horace, Book III. Ode 30. Exegi monumentum are perennius, &c. (c) Till to the church with filent pace Or where (f) Cam's fcanty waters flow, (b) My head with ample fquare-cap crown, And deck with hood my fhoulders. Cambridge. B. A. * Batchelor. † A celebrated Taylor. CA comam. The EXCUSE. Alling to mind my eyes went long about, To caufe my heart for to forfake my breaft; All in a rage, I fought to pull them out; As who had been fuch traitors to my reft: What could they fay to win again my grace? Forfooth, that they had feen my miftrefs' face. Another time my heart I call'd to mind, Thinking that he this, woe on me had brought; Because that he to love his force refign'd; When of fuch wars my fancy never thought: O is a denial that many have got; A Ham is a favoury piece we must own, town. The New OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE; Spoken at the Opening of Drury-Lane Theatre, By Mr. GARRICK. A S heroes, ftates, and kingdoms, rise and `fall ; So(with the mighty to compare the small-) Thro' int'reft, whim, or if you please, thro fate, We feel commotions in our mimic ftate: When we reflect, how int'reft, or caprice, Cry havock! and let flip the dogs of avar. ray; A power, might ftrike the boldest with difmay: *The fame Anfwer has been received from feveral of our kind Correfpondents. Yet |