Oh, melt your heart of stone;
Conceal your errors for my sake,
Or mend them for your own.

[Footnote 24: William Fitzherbert, Esq., of Tissington, M.P. for
Derby.]

[Footnote 25: The name of a character in "Lethe."]

[Footnote 26: The Rev. William Barker, M.A., Dean of Raphoi He died
about 1777.]




SATYR ON THE SCOTS.

BY MR. CLEVELAND.


Come, keen _Iambicks_, with your Badgers' Feet,
And Badger-like bite till your Teeth do meet;
Help ye, Tart Satyrists, to imp my Rage,
With all the Scorpions that should whip this Age.
But that there's Charm in Verse, I would not quote
The Name of Scot without an Antidote,
Unless my Head were red, that I might brew
Invention there that might be Poison too.
Were I a drowzy Judge, whose dismal Note
Disgorges Halters, as a Juggler's Throat