You in your grotto-work inclos'd And as for you, my Lady Squeamish, Shou'd droop and wither where they grow, His cenfure reach'd them as he dealt it, TO THE REV. WILLIAM CAW. TO THORNE UNWIN. I. UNWIN, I fhould but ill repay, Thy name omitted in a page, II. An union form'd, as mine with thee, Nor rafhly or in fport, May be as fervent in degree, And faithful in its fort, And may as rich in comfort prove, As that of true fraternal love. III. The bud inferted in the rind, Adorns, though diff'ring in its kind, With flow'r as fweet or fruit as fair, IV. Nor IV. Nor rich, I render what I may, I feize thy name in haste, And place it in this firft affay, Left this fhould prove the laft. 'Tis where it should be, in a plan That holds in view the good of man. V. The poet's lyre, to fix his fame, |