Embraced the puppy, and dismissed the peer.
On a certain Writer.
Half of your book is to an index grown;
You give your book contents, your readers none.
On a Flower painted by Varelst. BY MR. PRIOR.
When famed Varelst this little wonder drew,
Flora vouchsafed the growing work to view;
Finding the painter’s science at a stand,
The goddess snatched the pencil from his hand,