By Miss COWPER (now Mrs. MADAN) in her Brother's COKE upon LITTLETON

O Thou, who labour'st in this rugged mine, May'st thou to gold th' unpolish'd ore refine! May each dark page unfold its haggard brow! Doubt not to reap, if thou canst bear to plough. To tempt thy care, may, each revolving night, Purses and maces swim before thy sight! From hence in times to come, advent'rous deed! May'st thou essay, to look aud speak like Mead. When the black bag and rose no more shall shade With martial air the honours of thy head; When the full wig thy visage shall enclose, And only leave to view thy learned nose: Safely may'st thou defy beaux, wits, and scoffers; While tenants, in fee simple, stuff thy coffers.