A dewy flower, oft would that hand appear,
And o'er my eyes the trembling moisture shake.





EPISTLES


"Among the rest a shepheard (though but young
Yet hartned to his pipe) with all the skill
His few yeeres could, began to fit his quill."

Britannia's Pastorals.--BROWNE.




TO GEORGE FELTON MATHEW.


Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;
Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view
A fate more pleasing, a delight more true
Than that in which the brother Poets joy'd,
Who with combined powers, their wit employ'd
To raise a trophy to the drama's muses.
The thought of this great partnership diffuses