EPIGRAMS & SHORT POEMS. ON A COMPANY OF BAD DANCERS TO GOOD MUSIC. How ill the motion with the music suits! EPIGRAM. GEORGE came to the crown without striking a blow: Ah! quoth the Pretender, would I could do so! IN ANSWER TO THE QUESTION, WHAT IS THOUGHT? THE hermit's solace in his cell, The fire that warms the poet's brain, The lover's heav'n or his hell, TO MR. ADDISON ON CATO. THE mind to virtue is by verse subdu’d, This Britain feels, while, by your lines inspir'd, ON WIT AND WISDOM. A FRAGMENT. In search of Wisdom, far from Wit I fly; 10 |