By an Old School-Fellow of his at Westminster

Hastings ! I knew thee young, and of a mind,
While young, humane, conversable, and kind,
Nor can I well believe thee, gentle THEN ,
Now grown a villain, and the WORST of men.
But rather some suspect, who have oppress'd
And worried thee, as not themselves the BEST .

Sent with Two Cockscombs to Miss Green

Two powder'd coxcombs wait at your command,
And, what is strange, both dress'd by Nature's hand.
Like other fops, they dread a sudden shower,
And seek a shelter in your closest bower.
Showy like them, like them they yield no fruit,
But then, to make amends, they both are mute.

Away with funeral music — set
The pipe to powerful lips —
The cup of life's for him that drinks
And not for him that sips.

So Bartas like thy fine spun Poems been,
That Bartas name will prove an Epicene.

(M ETAMORPH ., L IB. VI.)

Then Jove commanded the god Mercury
To float up Psyche from the earth. And she
Sprang at the first word, as the fountain springs,
And shot up bright and rustling through his wings.

(M ETAMORPH ., L IB. VI.)

And Psyche brought to Venus what was sent
By Pluto's spouse; the paler, that she went
So low to seek it, down the dark descent.

A trumpet pealed thro' France. Then Italy
Stirred, shook, from sea to sea.
Then many cities broke
Their lawful yoke.
Then in an evil hour
Perugia on her fort-crowned hill

[The rest of the poem is missing from the notebook.]

When success exalts thy lot
God for thy virtue lays a plot;
And all thy life is for thy own
Then for mankind's instruction shewn;
And, tho' thy knees were never bent,
To heaven thy hourly prayers are sent,
And whether formed for good or ill,
Are registered & answered still.

The mellow touch of musick most doth wound
The soule, when it doth rather sigh, then sound.

My first lends his aid when I plunge into trade:
My second in jollifications:
My whole, laid on thinnish, imparts a neat finish
To pictorial representations.

Answer . Copal.