EPIGRAM.

FROM THE FRENCH.*

WHO can believe with common sense,
A bacon slice gives God offence;
Or, how a herring has a charm
Almighty vengeance to disarm?
Wrapp'd up in Majesty divine,
Does he regard on what we dine?

A French gentleman dining with some company on a fast7, called for some bacon and eggs.

The rest were very angry, reproved him for so heinous a sin: whereupon he wrote the lowing lines; which are translated above:

Peut on croire avec bon sens

Qu'un lardon le mit en colère,

Ou, que manger un hareng,
C'est un secret pour lui plaire?
En sa gloire envelope,

Songe-t-il bien de nos soupés ?-H.

VOL. XIV.

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With lofty branches to the skies,
lave large proportion'd roots that grow
With equal longitude below:

wo bards that now in fashion reign, Most aptly this device explain':

f this to clouds and stars will venture,
That creeps as far to reach the centre;
Or, more to shew the thing I mean,
Have you not o'er a saw-pit seen
A skill'd mechanic, that has stood
High on a length of prostrate wood,
Who hir'd a subterraneous friend
To take his iron by the end:
But which excell'd was never found,
The man above or under ground.
The moral is so plain to hit,
That, had I been the god of wit,
Then, in a saw-pit and wet weather,

Should Young and Philips drudge together.