By SIR CECIL WRAY.

First published in the Gentleman’s Magazine, under the signatures of DAMON, PHILOMELA, NOLENS VOLENS, and CRITANDER.

To CELIA (now Lady WRAY), on Powdering her Hair.

EXTEMPORE.

Thy locks, I trow, fair maid,
Don’t never want this aid:
Wherefore thy powder spare,
And only comb thy hair.

To Sir JOSEPH MAWBEY, proposing a Party to go a-fishing for White Bait.

Worthy SIR JOE, we all are wishing,
You’d come with us a-White-Bait-fishing.

On seeing a Ladybird fly off CELIA’s Neck, after having perched on it for many minutes.

I thought (God bless my soul!)
Yon ladybird her mole—
I thought—but devil take the thing,
It proved my error—took to wing—

A Thought on NEW MILK.

Oh! how charming is New Milk!
Sweet as sugar—soft as silk!

Familiar Verses, addressed to two Young Gentlemen at the Hounslow Academy.

Take notice, roguelings, I prohibit
Your walking underneath yon gibbet:
Have you not heard, my little ones,
Of Raw Head and Bloody Bones?
How do you know, but that there fellow,
May step down quick, and you up swallow?

EXTEMPORE.

To DELIA, on seeing TWO CATS playing together.

See, DELY, DELY, charming fair,
How Pusseys play upon that chair;
Then, DELY, change thy name to WRAY,
And thou and I will likewise play.

On a BLADE-BONE.

Says I, one day, unto my wife,
I never saw in all my life
Such a blade-bone. Why so, my dear?
Says she. The matter’s very clear,
Says I; for on it there’s no meat,
For any body for to eat.
Indeed, my dear, says she, ’tis true, }
But wonder not, for, you know, you }
Can’t eat your cake and have it too. }

An IDEA on a PECK of COALS.

I buy my coals by pecks, that we
May have them fresh and fresh, d’ye see.

To my very learned and facetious friend, S. ESTWICK, ESQ. M.P. and LL.D. on his saying to me, “What the D—-l noise was that?”

Good Dr. ESTWICK, you do seek
To know what makes my shoe-soles creak?
They make a noise when they are dry;
And so do you, and so do I.
C. W.