That cheek which shames the rose;
But how thy mantle waves behind,
How float thy tresses on the wind,
Another only shows.


AN EPIGRAM[37]

Whoever has recourse to thee
Can hope for health no more,
He's launched into perdition's sea,
A sea without a shore.

Where'er admission thou canst gain,
Where'er thy phiz can pierce,
At once the Doctor they retain,
The mourners and the hearse.

_George_.

[37] Written to Abou Alchair Selamu, an Egyptian physician. The author
was a physician of Antioch.


ON A LITTLE MAN WITH A VERY LARGE BEARD

How can thy chin that burden bear?
Is it all gravity to shock?
Is it to make the people stare?
And be thyself a laughing stock?