Still, Still His Bell-Like Voice Rings Through My Head; Yet Not One Bright Thought Cheers My Mental View; O! Would That I Were Deaf, Asleep, Or Dead! Ye Marble Statues! How I Envy You! * * * * * To Hear Him Preach The Methodistic Creed, What Eager Crowds To Ranter'S Chapel Speed! His Eloquence The Harden'D Sinner Frightens; Like Heaven Itself Says Fame, He Thunders, Lightens. I Go To Hear Him; Fame Has Made A Blunder; I See No Lightning, Though I Hear The Thunder. For Flowery Sermons Doctor Drudge Of Preachers At The Top Is; If From Their Influence We May Judge, His Flowers Are Only Poppies. * * * * * Sir! You're Both Fool And Knave! To Frank, Blunt Cries I Know I Am, Sir, Frank To Blunt Replies: Now, In Self-Knowledge If All Knowledge Lies, A Fool, Like Frank, Must Be Extremely Wise! * * * * * Vice Is A Mouse-Trap, Pleasure Is The Bait, Like Mice, Enticing Mortals To Their Fate; And Of This Truth Experience Leaves No Doubt; 'Tis Far More Easy To Get In Than Out. Old Maids Their Spleen On Marriage Vent; The Reason Would You Know? 'Tis Not, That Others Are Made Wives, But That They Can't Be So. * * * * * How Grave He Looks! How Mighty Wise! He Seems Minerva'S Sacred Bird: He Speaks! Our Ears Refute Our Eyes The Cackling Of A Goose Is Heard. * * * * * How Came That Jew, Deform'D And Old, To Wed The Youthful, Fair Coquette? Ben Had A Purse Well-Stored With Gold! He Caught Her In'T; 'Twas Hymen'S Net! Flirtilla'S Teeth, Well-Form'D And White, Were Hymen'S Pincers, And Could Bite! When The Royal Exchange To The Flames Fell A Prey, All The Monarchs And Queens From Their Niches Were Thrown; Lackaday! On The Pavement In Fragments They Lay, Every One Except Charley The Second Alone. Strange Event! O My Muse! To Blind Mortals Below Clear This Mystery Which None But Immortals Can Know. "Cytherea And Momus Pray'D Vulcan To Spare The Blithe, Amorous King: Vulcan Granted Their Prayer."