English Satires

by Unknown

That first was H——vy's, F——'s next, and then

The S——te's and then H——vy's once again.[208]

O come, that easy Ciceronian style,

So Latin, yet so English all the while,

As, though the pride of Middleton[209] and Bland,

All boys may read, and girls may understand!

Then might I sing, without the least offence,

And all I sung shall be the nation's sense;

Or teach the melancholy muse to mourn,

Hang the sad verse on Carolina's[210] urn,