When puss and I feasted so kindly together;
But now quite forlorn we condole with each other.
No more I’ll insist, lest your patience be ended;
I beg by my scrawl, sir, you’ll not be offended;
But mind, when you see me ascending Parnassus,
The need that’s of dogs there to drive down the Asses.
ON THE
DEATH OF J——. H——. Esq.
JUNE, 1790.
ERE Phœbus’ beams exhal’d the pearly dew,