While ev'ry trav❜ler in amaze, No doubt her arguments prevail, For Madam's TASTE can never fail. Bleft age! when all men may procure, When noble and ignoble herd, Now bricklay'rs, carpenters, and joiners, With Chinese artists, and defigners, Produce Produce their schemes of alteration, A ditch of water, four foot wide, Where Taste would want its first great law, But for the skulking, fly ha-ha, By whose miraculous affiftance, Apollo Apollo there, with aim fo clever, The Villa thus completely grac'd, To ftare about them, and to eat. From CATULLU S. HLOE, that dear bewitching prude, CH Still calls me faucy, pert, and rude, And fometimes almoft ftrikes me; And yet, I fwear, I can't tell how, Spite of the knitting of her brow, Ask you me, why I fancy thus ? Why, I have call'd her jilt, and puss, And yet I feel it, to my cost, That when I rail against her most, I'm very fure I love her. SHAKE SHAKESPEARE: An EPISTLE to Mr. GARRICK. HANKS to much industry and pains, T Much twifting of the wit and brains, Translation has unlock'd the ftore, And spread abroad the Grecian lore, No more shall Taste presume to speak Lie at the mercy of the town. Critic, I hear thy torrent rage, “ 'Tis blasphemy against that stage, "Which Æschylus his warmth defign'd, Euripides his tafte refin’d, |