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By Mr Gray under a print of a notorious Cambridge Elopt drawn & etched by his friend Tyson Beneb. CA

Such Tophat was, so great the bawling Fiend While frighted Prelates bow'd and call'd him Friend. Old mother Church, with half averted sight Blush'd as she bless'd the griesly proselyte Loud plaudits rang thro Hell's tremendous borders And Satan's self had thought of taking orders.

By the same on his friend Dr Wartons admiring a flower, because, as he said, it look'd like an artificial one, & was elegant as if made be a Nun. G. not appearing to attend to what was said, continued his walk, as musing to himself & muttering ---

   She grew in grace, as well as stature
   and huns make prettier flowers than nature.

Thots by Shenstone on his garden parlour

Aim not at joy, but be content with ease perfected extempore by his [hand?] [Greaves?] Abstain from Cyder, syllabul & peace.