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EPIGRAMS.

O indignant reader!
Think not his life useless to mankind!
Providence connived at his execrable designs,
To give to after ages a conspicuous proof and
example
Of how small estimation is exorbitant wealth in
the sight of
GOD,
By his bestowing it on the most unworthy of
all mortals.


JOHANNES jacet hìc Mirandula — cætera nórunt
Et Tagus et Ganges - forsàn et Antipodes.

Applied to F. C.

HERE Francis Chartres lies[1] — be civil!
The rest God knows — perhaps the Devil.




EPIGRAM.

PETER complains, that God has given
To his poor babe a life so short:
Consider, Peter, he's in Heaven;
'Tis good to have a friend at court.


ANOTHER.

YOU beat your pate, and fancy wit will come:
Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.

  1. Thus applied by Mr. Pope: "Here lies lord Coningsby."
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