Since all flesh is grass ere 'tis hay,[43]
O may I in clover live snug,
And when old Time mows me away,
Be stacked with defunct Lady Mugg!
'"The Beautiful Incendiary," by the Honourable W. Spencer, is also an imitation of great merit. The flashy, fashionable, artificial style of this writer, with his confident and extravagant compliments, can scarcely be said to be parodied in such lines.'—Edinburgh Review.
FIRE AND ALE.
BY M. G. L.[44]
Omnia transformat sese in miracula rerum.—Virgil.
My palate is parched with Pierian thirst,