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66 Who makes it appear, by all he has writ,
“ His judgement alone can set bounds to his wit ; .“ Like Virgil correct, with his own native case,
“ But excels even Virgil in elegant praise ; .66 Who admires the ancients, and knows 'tis their due, " Yet writes in a manner entirely new ; “ Though none with more ease their depths can explore, “ Yet whatever he wants he takes from my store; “ Though I 'm fond of his virtues, his pride I can see, “ In scorning to borrow from any but me ; “ It is owing to this, that, like Cynthia, his lays “ Enlighten the world by reflecting my rays."
This said, the whole audience foon found out his drift: The convention was summon'd in favour of Swift.
The RUN apon the 'BANKERS. 1720.
HE bold encroachers on the decp
Gain by degrees huge tracts of land,
Turns all again to barren strand.
Are said to represent the seas ;
Resume their own whene'er they please.
Corrupts and stagnates in the veins,
Its motion and its heat maintains.
Becaufe 'tis lordly not to pay,
Quakers and aldermen in state Like peers have levees every day
Of duns attending at their gate. "We want our money on the nail
The banker 's ruin'd if he pays : They seem to act an ancient tale ;
The birds are met to strip the jays. Riches, the wiseft monarch fings,
"Make pinions for themselves to fly;" They fiy like bats on parchment wings,
And geese their filver plumes fupply. -No money left for fquandering heirs !
Bills turn the lenders into debtors : The with of Nero now is theirs,
«. That they had never known their letters: " Conceive the works of midnight hags,
Tormenting: fools behind their backs: Thus bankers o'er their bills and bags
Sit squeezing images of wax.
The witchès left in open air,
Expos'd with all their magic ware.
Where creditors demand their due ; They break up counters, doors, and tills, And leave the empty chefts-in view.
Thus when an earthquake lets in light
Upon the god of gold and bell, Unable to endure the light,
He hides within his darkest cell.
As when'a conjurer cakes a lease
From Satan for a term of years, The tenant's in a dismal cafe,
Whene'er the blooily bond appears. A baited banker thus desponds,
From his own hand foresees his fall; They have his soul, who have his bonds:
'Tis like the writing on ibe wall. How will the caitiff wrèrch' be scar'd,
When first he finds himself awake At the last trumpet unprepard,
And all his grand account to make! For in that universal call
Few bankers will to Heaven be mounters.; They 'll cry, " Ye thops, upon us fall!
“ Conceal and cover us, ye counters !” When other hands the scales shall hold,
And they in men and angels' fight Produc'd with all their bills' and gold,
" Weigh'd in the balance, and found light'?"
The DESCRIPTION of an IRISH FEAST, Translated almost literally out of the Original Irish.-1720. ORO
ROURK’S noble fare will ne'er be forgot,
By those who were there, or those who were not. His
vels to keep, we sup and we dine On seven score sheep, fat bullocks, and swine. Vfquebaugh to our feast in pails was brought up, An hundred at least, and a madder * our cup. Othere is the sport ! we rise with the light In disorderly fort from snoaring all night. Q how was I trick'd !.my pipe it was broke, My pocket was pick'd, I lost my new cloak. I’m rifed, quoth Nell, of:mantle and kercher t: Why then fare them well, the de’el take the searcher. Come, harper, strike up; but, first, by your favour, Boy, give us a cup: ah! this has some favour. Orourk’s jolly boys ne'er dreamt of the matter, Till, rous'd by the noise and musical clatter, They bounce from their nest, no longer will tarry, They rise..ready dreft, without one ave-mary. They dance in a round, cutting capers and ramping; A mercy the ground did not burst with their stamping. The floor is all wet with leaps and with jumps, While the water and sweat splish-splash in their pumps. Bless yon late and early, Laughlin 0 Enagin!
! . By my band I, you dance rarely, Margery Grinagin. Bring straw for our bed, shake it down to the feet, Then over us spread the winnowing sheet : * A wooden vessel. + Handkerchief. An Irish oath.
To thew I don't flinch, fill the bowl up again ;
AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG
On a SEDITIOUS PAMPHLETI, 1720.
To the tune of, “ Packington's Pound.” BROCADOS and damalks, and tabbies, and gausos,
Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law fays,
Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the king's lover. * Irish for a woman.
+ Daggers or short-fwords. | Proposal for the universal use of Irish inanufactures, for which Waters the printer was severely profecuted. VOL. I.