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Scarce half alive, oppress'd with many a year,
hoard of honor is no more ;
shame, And cancel at threescore a life of fame; No more my titles shall my children tell; The old buffoon will fit my name as well : This day beyond its term my fate extends, For life is ended when our honor ends.
THE LOGICIANS REFUTED.
In imitation of Dean Swisl.*
Logicians have but ill defin'd
* [First printed in the “ Busy Body," 1759; to draw attention to which publication it was announced as the production of the Dean of St. Patrick. It was included in the Dublin edition of his works, and is continued by Sir Walter Scott, who had doubtless forgotten its position in the works of Goldsmith. See Life, ch. ix.
Reason, they say, belongs to man,
(Sir Robert Walpole, the object of so much vituperation by Swift.)
Fraught with invective they ne'er go,
he imitates each fashion, And malice is his ruling passion; But both in malice and grimaces, A courtier any ape surpasses. Behold him, humbly cringing, wait Upon the minister of state; View him soon after to inferiors Aping the conduct of superiors: He promises with equal air. And to perform takes equal care. He in his turn finds imitators, At court, the porters, lacqueys, waiters, Their master's manners still contract, And footmen, lords and dukes can act. Thus at the court, both great and small, Behave alike, for all ape
ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH, STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING.
Sure 'twas by Providence design’d,
Rather in pity, than in hate,
To save him from Narcissus' fate.f
ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC, AND DEATH OF GENERAL WOLFE.f
Amidst the clamor of exulting joys,
Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice,
And quells the raptures which from pleasure start.
0, Wolfe ! to thee a streaming flood of woe,
Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow,
Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear.
* (First printed in “ The Bec," 1759. See vol. i.
p. 18.) + [" The Princess of Eboli, the mistress of Phillip II. of Spain, and Maugiron, the minion of Henry III. of France, had each of them lost an eye ; and the famous Latin epigram, which Goldsmith has either translated or imitated, was written on them."-LORD Byron, Works, vol. vi p. 390.)
1 (First printed in the “ Busy Body," 1759. The alleged relationship of the Poet with this distinguished officer, produced very naturally an effort to clebrate him, after a death so honorable.]
Alive, thee foc thy dreadful vigor fled,
And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes; Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though dead!
Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise.
Weeping, murmuring, complaining,
Lost to every gay delight;
Fears th' approaching bridal night.
Yet why impair thy bright perfection ?
Or dim thy beauty with a tear ?
She long had wanted cause of fear.
TO TRIS, IN BOW-STREET, COVENT-GARDEN.
Imilaird from the French
Say, cruel Iris, pretty rake,
Dear mercenary beauty,
* [First printed in « The Bee," 1759.)
† [First printed in The Bee," 1739. Thir original is in Ménmorama, tom. iv. p. 200:
ÉTRENNE À IRIS.
** Pour témoignario ple ma fiamme,
Iris, du moilleur de mon arne,