THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION. A TALE. SECLUDED from domestic strife, Made him the happiest man alive: Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care, Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix The raptures of the bridal night? The honey-moon like lightning flew; Skill'd in no other arts was she But when at home, at board or bed, In short, by night, 'twas fits or fretting; Jack suck'd his pipe, and often broke While all their hours were pass'd between Thus, as her faults each day were known, He thinks her features coarser grown; He fancies every vice she shows Or thins her lip, or points her nose: How wide her mouth, how wild her eyes! And, though her fops are wond'rous civil, Now, to perplex the ravell'd noose, The glass, grown hateful to her sight, The squire himself was seen to yield, Poor madam, now condemn'd to hack THE GIFT. TO IRIS, IN BOW STREET, COVENT GARDEN. IMITATED FROM THE FRENCH. SAY, cruel Iris, pretty rake, My heart, a victim to thine eyes, Say, would the angry fair one prize A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy, I'll give but not the full-blown rose, I'll give thee something yet unpaid,` I'll give thee-ah! too charming maid !— THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS, SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES. ADVERTISEMENT. [The following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. It was prepared for the composer in little more than two days; and may therefore rather be considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius. In justice to the composer it may likewise be right to inform the public that the music was composed in a period of time equally short.] OVERTURE.—A solemn Dirge. Air-Trio. ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise, CHORUS When truth and virtue, &c. MAN SPEAKER. The praise attending pomp and power, Are but the trappings of an hour Mere transitory things: The base bestow them; but the good agree To spurn the venal gifts as flattery. But when to pomp and power are join'd An equal dignity of mind; When titles are the smallest claim; When wealth, and rank, and noble blood, But aid the power of doing good ; Then all their trophies last-and flattery turns to fame. |