What annual offering shall I make My heart, a victim to thine eyes, Say, would the angry fair one prize A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy, I'll give but not the full-blown rose, A transitory passion. I'll give thee something yet unpaid, Non pas essence, non pas pommade, Quoi done? attendez, je vou donne, Qui m'avez toujours refusé Le point si souvent proposé, Je vous donne.-Ah! le puis-je dire? Fussiez vous cent fois plus aimable, Belle Iris, je vous donne-au diable."] AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX, MRS. MARY BLAIZE Good people all, with one accord, Who never wanted a good word- The needy seldom pass'd her door, She strove the neighborhood to please, Unless when she was sinning. * [These lines were first printed in "The Bee," 1759. Mr. Croker observes, in a communication to the editor:-"The elegy on Madam Blaize, and the better part of that on the Death of a Mad Dog, are closely imitated from a well-known French string of absurdities called La Chanson du fameux la Galisse; one of many versions of which you will find in the Ménagiana, vol. iii. p. 29. I shall select two or three stanzas as examples: "Messieurs, vous plait-il d'ouir On dit que dans ses amours, Il fut caressé des belles, Qui le suivirent toujours,- Il fut par un triste sort, Blessé d'une main cruelle; At church, in silks and satins new, Her love was sought, I do aver But now her wealth and finery fled, Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more, She had not died to-day. DESCRIPTION OF AN AUTHOR'S BED-CHAMBER Where the Red Lion staring o'er the way, Invites each passing stranger that can pay; Where Calvert's butt, and Parson's black champagne, Regale the drabs and bloods of Drury-lane; * [First printed, in 1760, in "The Citizen of the World." See vol. ii. p. 127. On this subject Goldsmith had projected an heroi-comic poem, as appears by one of his letters to his brother (see Life, ch. viii.); and with a few variations it forms the description of the alehouse in the "Deserted Village." See p. 73 of the present volume.] H There, in a lonely room, from bailiffs snug, The rusty grate unconscious of a fire: With beer and milk arrears the frieze was scor'd,f A cap by night-a stocking all the day! * [Viz. 1. "Urge no healths; 2. Profane no divine ordinances; 3. Touch no state matters; 4. Reveal no secrets; 5. Piek no quarrels; 6. Make no comparisons; 7 Maintain no ill opinions; 8. Keep no bad company; 9. Encourage no vice; 10. Make no long meals; 11. Repeat no grievances; 12. Lay no wagers."] +["And now imagine, after his soliloquy, the landlord to make his appearance, in order to dun him for the reckoning: Not with that face, so servile and so gay, Then pulled his breeches tight, and thus began," &c. All this is taken, you see, from nature. It is a good remark of Montaigne's, that the wisest men often have friends, with whom they do not care how much they play the fool. Take my present follies as instances of regard. Poetry is a much easier, and more agreeable species of composition than prose, and could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet." -Letter to his Brother. See Life, ch. viii] SONG.* O memory! thou fond deceiver, And turning all the past to pain. Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe; And he who wants each other blessing, SONG.‡ The wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on Hope relics; And every pang that rends the heart, Bides expectation rise.§ * [From the oratorio of the Captivity, written in 1764. See p. 94, in the present volume, and Life, ch xiv.] + [In the original MS., in the possession of Mr. Murray: "Hence, deceiver! most distressing, Seek the happy and the free; They who want each other blessing, Ever want a friend in thee."] [Also from the oratorio of the Captivity. See p. 100.] § [Originally "Fatigued with life, yet loth to par“, On hope the wretch relies; And every blow that sinks the heart Bids the deluder ri e. Hope, like the taper's gleamin light, In Mr. Murray's MS, the stanza runs thus:-- |