TO CAPTAIN PARRY, THE POLAR NAVIGATOR,
On his giving a Fete on board the Hecla.
Dear Captain Parry, you are right
To give the belles a levee;
God grant your dancing may be light,
For oh! your book is heavy.
SAM ROGERS TO CHARLES LAMB.
Elia's Pen.
Says Elia, "Zounds, this pen is hard!"
Quoth Samuel Rogers, "Do not huff;
But write away, my honey bard,
You soon can make it soft enough."
FRI v. DAY.
Good Friday rain'd, Sam Rogers dined
On soles, for fish were all the go;
And Sam allowed the Fri was good,
Although the day was but so so.
TO THE LATE MR. COUTTS.
Written at Holly Lodge, Highgate, by the Duke of
Gordon, and presented in the Drawing-room by the
Marquis of Huntley.
An apple, we know, caused old Adam's disgrace,
Who from Paradise quickly was driven;
But yours, my dear Tom, is a happier case,
For a Melon transports you to heaven.
TO MRS. COUTTS, THE GAY WIDOW.