QUERIES and ANSWERS

Relative to the Personal Satisfaction, pretended to have been required of the Author of the above Eclogue, by the lamentable Roscius.


LOVE in the SUDS;

A

TOWN ECLOGUE.


Whither away, now, George[1], into the city,
And to the village, must thou bear my ditty.
Seek Nyky out, while I in verse complain,
And court the Muse to call him back again.
Bœotian Nymphs, my favorite verse inspire;
As erst ye Nyky taught to strike the lyre.
For he like Phœbus' self can touch the string,
And opera-songs compose—like any thing!
What shall I do, now Nyky's fled away?
For who like him can either sing or say?
IMITATIONS.
Quo te, Mœri, pedes; an quò via ducit in urbem?
Nymphæ, noster amor, Libethrides, nunc mihi carmen,
Quale meo Codro, concedite; proxima Phœbi
Versibus ille facit.——
Quid facerem?
NOTES.

[1] The brother and constant companion of Roscius; the Mercury of our theatrical Jupiter, whom he dispatches with his divine commands to mortal poets and miserable actors.