Poems by Smith Sydney
Answer to an Invitation to Dine at Fishmongers Hall
... lop'd plum,And, mad with youthful dreams of future fame,Proclaim'd the deathless glories of his name ...
Here Lies Poor Nick
... reaved him of his sight and hearing,Then laid him down without a pain,To sleep, and never wake again ...
My Dear G.
... And in this very disagreeable state,If I had come at all, I should have been too late ...
Recipe for a Salad
... gers in the salad-bowl!Serenely full, the epicure would say,`Fate cannot harm me, I have dined today ...
