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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 thoughts of takinf orders.

By the same one his friend fr 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 Shenston on his garden parlour

Aim not at joy, but be content with ease perfected extempore by his trend Graves Abstain from Cyder, syllabul & peace.