SPECULATION.
Of all speculations the market holds forth,
The best that I know for a lover of pelf,
Is to buy —- up at the price he is worth,
And then sell him at that which he sets on himself.
ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT. REV. SAMUEL WESLEY.
While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive,
No generous patron would a dinner give.
See him, when starved to death and turn'd to dust,
Presented with a monumental bust.
The poet's fate is here in emblem shown—
He ask'd for BREAD, and he received a STONE.
ON THE DISAPPOINTMENT OF THE WHIG ASSOCIATES OP THE PRINCE REGENT, AT NOT OBTAINING OFFICE. CHARLES LAMB.
Ye politicians, tell me, pray,
Why thus with woe and care rent?
This is the worst that you can say,
Some wind has blown the wig away,
And left the HAIR APPARENT.
TO PROFESSOR AIREY,
On his marrying a beautiful woman.
SIDNEY SMITH
Airey alone has gained that double prize,
Which forced musicians to divide the crown;
His works have raised a mortal to the skies,
His marriage-vows have drawn a mortal down.
ON LORD DUDLEY AND WARD. SAMUEL ROGERS
"They say Ward has no heart, but I deny it;
He has a heart—and gets his speeches by it."