YOUNG CRITIC.


Range from Tower-hill all London to the Fleet,
Thence round the Temple, t'utmost Grosvenor-street:
Take in your route both Gray's and Lincoln's Inn;
Miss not, be sure, my Lords and Gentlemen;
You'll hardly raise, as I with[A] _Petty_ guess, } 5
Above twelve thousand men of taste; unless }
In desperate times a _Connoisseur_ may pass. }

"A Connoisseur! What's that?" 'Tis hard to say:
But you must oft amidst the fair and gay
Have seen a wou'd-be rake, a fluttering fool, 10
Who swears he loves the sex with all his soul.
Alas, vain youth! dost thou admire sweet Jones?
Thou be gallant without or blood or bones!
You'd split to hear th' insipid coxcomb cry
Ah charming Nanny! 'tis too much! I die!-- 15
Die and be d--n'd, says one; but let me tell ye
I'll pay the loss if ever rapture kill ye.

[Footnote A: Sir William Petty, author of the _Political Arithmetic_.]

'Tis easy learnt the art to talk by rote:
At Nando's 'twill but cost you half a groat;
The Redford school at three-pence is not dear, Sir;
At White's--_the stars instruct you_ for a tester. 21
But he, whom nature never meant to share
One spark of taste, will never catch it there:--