Now backs of letters, tho' design'd
For those who more will need 'em,
Are fill'd with hints, and interlin'd,
Himself can hardly read 'em.
IV.
Each atom, by some other struck,
All turns and motions tries,
Till in a lump together stuck,
Behold a poem rise!
Yet to the Dean his share allot,
He claims it by a canon,
"That without which a thing is not,
“Is causa sine qua non.”
Thus, Pope, in vain you boast your wit;
For had our deaf divine
Been for your conversation fit,
You had not writ a line.
Of prelate thus for preaching fam'd
The sexton reason'd well,
And justly half the merit claim'd,
Because he rang the bell.
PALLAS grew vap'rish once, and odd;
She would not do the least right thing
Either for goddess or for god,
Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing.
Jove frown'd, and, " Use (he cry'd) those eyes 5 "So skilful, and those hands so taper; "Do something exquisite and wise.". She bow'd, obey'd him, and cut Paper.
This vexing him who gave her birth,
Thought by all heav'n a burning shame,
What does she next, but bids on earth
Her Burlington do just the same?
IV.
Pallas, you give yourself strange airs ;
But sure you'll find it hard to spoil
The sense and taste of one that bears
The name of Savile and of Boyle.
Alas! one bad example shown,
How quickly all the sex pursue!
See, Madam! see the arts o'erthrown
Between John Overton and you.
THE STORM:
MINERVA's PETITION.
PALLAS, the goddess chaste and wise,
Descending lately from the skies,
To Neptune went, and begg'd in form
He'd give his orders for a Storm;
A Storm to drown that rascal-
And she would kindly thank him for❜t;
A wretch! whom E-gl-h rogues to spite her,
Had lately honour'd with a m-tre.
The god, who favour'd her request,
Assur'd her he would do his best;
But Venus had been there before,
Pleaded the b-p lov'd a w-,
And had enlarg'd her empire wide,
Nor own'd a deity beside;
By sea or land if e'er you found him
Without a mistress, hang or drown him.
Since B's death the. -'s bench
Till arriv'd ne'er kept a wench;
If he must sink, she grieves to tell it,
She'll not have left one single prelate;
For to say truth she did intend him
Elect of Cyprus in commendam.
Then Proteus urg'd the same request,
But half in earnest, half in jest;
Said he "Great Sovereign of the main! "To drown him all attempts are vain,
can assume more forms than I,
"A rake, a bully, pimp, or spy;
"Can creep or run, can fly or swim;
"All motions are alike to him:
"Turn him adrift, and you shall find
"He knows to sail with ev'ry wind;
"Or throw him overboard, he'll ride
"As well against as with the tide.
"But, Pallas, you've apply'd too late,
“For 'tis decreed by Jove and Fate
"That Id must be destroy'd,
"And who but can be employ'd?
"You need not then have been so pert,
"In sending B-lt-n to Cl-f—t;
"I found you did it by your grinning;
"Your bus'ness is to mind your spinning.
"But how you came to interpose
"In making b-ps, no one knows.
"And if you must have your petition,
"There's B-k-y in the same condition;
"Look, there he stands, and 'tis but just
"If one must drown the other must;
"But if you'll leave us B-p Judas,
"We'll give you B-k-y for Bermudas *.
"Now if 'twill gratify your spite,
"To put him in a plaguy fright,
"Altho' 'tis hardly worth the cost,
"You soon shall see him soundly tost.
*Dr. B-k-y was then full of his project of erecting a college at Bermudas.
"You'll find him swear, blaspheme, and damn 55
"(And ev'ry moment take a dram)
"His ghostly visage with an air
"Of reprobation and despair;
"Or else some hiding hole he seeks,
"For fear the rest should say he squeaks;
"Resolve to perish with his wh-- ;
"Or else he raves, and roars, and swears,
"And but for shame would say his pray'rs.
"Or would you see his spirits sink,
"Relaxing downwards in a st-k?
“If such a sight as this can please ye,
"Good Mrs. Pallas! pray be easy;
"To Neptune speak, and he'll consent;
"But he'll come back the knave he went.'
The goddess, who conceiv'd an hope
was destin'd to a rope,
Believ'd it best to condescend
To spare a foe to save a friend;
But fearing B-k-y might be scar'd,
She left him Virtue for a guard.
ALL folks, who pretend to religion and grace,
Allow there's a Hell, but dispute of the place;
* Brigadier Fk was drowned coming from England.
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