Blest in thy genius, in thy love too blest;

One grateful woman to thy fame supplied

What a whole thankless land to his denied.

On Maids.

Most maids resemble Eve now in their lives,

Who are no sooner women, but they’re wives.

On Giles Jacob, the Poet. BY DR. SEWELL.

Parent of dulness! genuine son of night!

Total eclipse! without one ray of light:

Born when dull midnight bells for funerals chime,