Epigram on reading an article in the Newspapers, stating that the Garrison of Dantzic had eaten their last Horse.
By the newsmen we’re told, and believe it of course,
That the people of Dantzic had eat their last horse;
In resources, how much should we Dantzic surpass
Could we only hold out, till we eat our last ass.
To the May Fly.
Thou art a frail and lively thing
Engender’d by the sun;
A moment only on the wing,