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With what a filly, hanging face,
Aghast the dismal scene he flies,
For fince his rhino was all down,
Godson, said she, alas ! I know
Matters with you are buc so-lo :
Believe me, godson, I'm your friend;
in every street of trulls a troop,
By art and induftry a plumb.
“ But leave, for shame, this impioas ftreet,
Pray for a blessing upon all.”
Lowly the ravish'd Franky bows, While joy fat smiling on his brows; And without fcruple, in a trice, He took her moncy and allvice. Not an extravagant young heir, Beset with duns, and in de pair, When joyful tidings reach his ear, And dad retires by heaven's commands, To leave bis chink to better hands; Not wandering sailors almost loft, When they behold the wilh'd for coast; Not culprit when the knot is plac'd, And kind reprieve arrives in haste ; E'er felt a joy in such excess, As Frank reliev'd from this distress. A thousand antic tricks he play'd, The purse he kiss'd, swore, cur;'d, and pray'd; Counted the pieces o'er and o'er, And hugg'd his unexpected store ; Built stately calles in the air, Supp'd with the great, enjoy'u the fair ; Pick'd out his title and his place, Was scarce contented with Your Grace. Strange visions working in his heart, Frantic, half mad, he stroles to bed ; Sleeps little ; if he sleeps, he dreams Of sceptres, and of diadems. 4 Fortune, said he, shall now no more « Trick and deceive me, as of yore : “ This paffport shall admittance gain, “ In spight of all the jili's disdain : o's is this the tyrant's pride disarms, “ Ind brings her blułhing to my arms ; “ This golden bough my wish shall speed, “ And to th’ Flyfisa fields shall lead.” The morn scarce peep'd, but up he rose, Impatient huildled on his clothes; Call'd the next coach, gave double pay, And to 'Change- Alley whirl'd away. 'Tis here dame Fortune every day Opens her booth, and thows her play ; Here laughing fits behind the scene, Dances her puppets here unseen, And turns her whimsical machine. Powel, with all his wire and wit, To her great genius must submit: Exact at eweive the goddess shows, and fame aloud her trumpet blows; Harangues the mob with thams and lyes, And bids their actions fall, or rise.
Thus with her fickle humours vex'd, And between hopes and fears perplex'd ; His patience quite worn out at last Resolves to throw one desperate cast. "'Tis vain, said he, to whine and wove, " 'l is one brisk stroke the work must do , « Fortune is like a widow won, " And truckles to the bold alone ; “ I'll push at once and venture all, “ At least I shall with honour fall." But curse upon the treacherous jade, Who thus his services repaid; When now he thought the world his owo, He bought a bear, and was undone.
Old Chaos here his throne regains;
tailor's wife in rich brocade.
As there is something in a face,
An air, and a pecuiiar grace,
Fondon each project to depend, kind hope his only faithful friend, Odd whimlies tloating in his brain, He plots, contrives, but all in vain, Approves, rejects, and thinks again. A when the shipwreck'd wretch is toft from wave to wave, and almost loft, Beat by the billows from the thore, Returns half drown'd, and hugs once more The friendly plank he gralp'd before : So Frank, when all expedients fail, To save his carcass froin a gaol, Lat up with vermin and with care, And almost sinking in despair, Refolres once more to make his court To his old aunt, his last resort : Takes pen in hand, now writes, now tears, Then wets his paper with his tears, Raníacks his troubled soul, to raise Each tender fontiment and phrase ; And every lane excuse supplies With artful colouring and disguise : Kind to hinilelf, lays all the blame On Fortune, that capricious dame: la hori, informs her all was lost, Ard lends it by the penny-post. $300 as the ancient nymph had read The fatal foroll, the took her bed, Coid pallies feize her trenibling head ; She groins, the fighs, she sols, the smears Her spe Aacles and bear with tears; Her nose that wont to sympathize With all th' o crflowings of her eyes, Adown in pearly drops diftils, Th united Itrcam each charm fills. G-aeva now, nor Nants will do, Her toothless gums their hold let go; And on the ground, O fatal stroke! The hort cox val pipe is broke: with vapours choak d, entranc'd the lies, Belches, and prays, and f-ts, and dics; Bat dleep, that kind rettorative, Recali'd her soul, and bid her live , With cooler thoughts the cale she weigh’d, And brought her reason to her aid. Away he hobbles, and with specd keloives to see the captive freed; Vipe off this stain and foul disgrace, And vindicate her ancient race. With her a sage director comes, More weizhey than a brace of plumbs, A rood muy in the city cant, . Where cash, not mora's, makes the saint. To improve a genius so polite, The clumsy thing was dubb'd a knight : Fortune's chief confident and friend, Grown sat by many a dividend; And fiil her favour he retain, By want of merit and of bruins;. On her top spoke sublime he fits, The jest and theme of fiseering wits : For fuois in Fortune's pillory plac'd Are mounted to be more dil rac'd. This rich old Hunks, as Woodcock wise, Vias cull’d the younker to advilci
“ Young man, said he, refrain from tears,
Are born to loftes and disgrace : “ Ev'n I broke twice, I, heretofore “ A railør d fpicably poor, " In every hoje for thelter crept « On the same buik, botch', .ous'd, and slept, “ With farce one penny to prepare “ A friendly halter in detpalt'; " My cr dit like a garment torn, " Thread-bare, and ragged, over-worn: “ But soon I patch'd it up again, " These busy hands, this working brain, " Ne'er ceas'd from labour, pain, and sweat, - Till fortune smii'd, and I was great, “ now at each pompous city scast, " Who but Sir Tristram ? Every guest
Respectful bows. In each debate, “ My nod must give the sentence weight: “ On me prime ministers attend, 16 And
Aillabie 's my friend : " In embryo each bold project lies, "" Tilliny consenting purse supplies. " This hand-nay do not think me vain, “ Soften'd the Swede and humbled Spain. “ To me the fair, whom ali adore, “ Address their prayers, and own my power ; “ When the poor toast by break of day
Has punted all her gold away, " Undress'd, and in her native charms, « She flies to these indulgent arms; " She curls each dimple in her face " To win the good Sir Tristram's grace ; 16 Offers her brilliants with a smile, " That might an anchorec beguile ; “ And when my potent aid is lent,
Away the dear-one wheels content. “ He that can money get, my boy, " Shall every other good enjoy; “ Be rich, and every boon receive, " That min can wish, or Heaven can give. “ Now to the means, dear youch, attend,
by which thy forrows foon thall end : . I hy good old aunt refolves to buil “ Her hopeful godson out of gaol ;
But what is freedom to the poor? on The man who begs from door to door " Is free ; in lazy wretchednels " He lives, till Heaven his fubftance bless ;
s But, having learnt to cog and cheuse, “ To cut a purse, or break a houle, " Then soon he mends his own apparel, " Tiats boild and roast, and taps his barrel ; “ Drinks double bub, with all his might, " And hugs his doxy every night: " Thy (prighily genius ne'er ihaillie
Deprets'd by want and penury; " Go with a profperous merry gale, " To the Souch Scas adventurous tail; “ Fat Plenty dwells on those rich shores, " Abundance opens all her stores ;
“ Ingots and pearls for beads are sold,
And rivers glide on lands of gold; “ Profit and Pleasure, hand in hand, " Sm le on the fields, and bless the land ; “ The swaina unlabour'd harvests reap, " Fountains run wine, and whores are cheap.
Fortune is always true and kind, “ Nor veers, as here, with every wind; “ Not, as in these penurious ifles,
Retails her blessings and her smiles ;
But deals by wholesale with her friends, “ And gluts them with her dividends.
Then hafte, set sail, the ship's unmoor'd,
And waits to take thce now on board."
BEHOLD the youth just now set free
On land, immur'd again at sea ; Stow'd with his cargo in the hold, In quest of other worlds for gold. He who fo late regal'd at ease, On olios, soups, and fricaflees ; Drank with the witty and the gay, Sparkling Champaign, and rich Tokay; Now breaks his falt with Suffolk cheese, And burtis at noon with pork and pcase ; Instead of wine, content to fip, With noisy tars, their nauseous flip : Their breath, with chew'd mundungus (wect, Their jeits more fulsome than their mcat. While thunder rolls, and storms arise, He snoring in his hammock lies ; Ju golden dreams enjoys the night, And counts his bags with vast delight. Mountains of gold erect his throne, Each precious gem is now his own ; Kind Jove defcends in golden fleet, Pactolus murmurs at his feet; The sea gives up its hoarded fore, Poffeffing all, he covets more. O gold! attractive gold ! in vain Honour and conscience would re train Thy boundlels universal reign. To thee each ftubborn virtue bends, The man oblig'i betrays his friends The patriot quits his country's cause, And sells her liberty and laws : The pious prude 's no longer nice, And ev'n lawn sleeves can flatter vice. At thy too absolute command, Thy zealots ranfack sea and land : Wheree'er thy beams thy power display, The swarming insects halte away, To bak in thy refulgeot ray.
Now the bold crew with prosperous wind, Leave the retreating land behind ; Fearless they quit their native shore, And Albion's cliffs are seen no more. Then on the wide Atlantic borne, Their rigging and their tackle torn; Danger in various shapes appears, Sudden alarms, and shivering fears. Here, might some copious bard dilate And show fierce Neptune drawn in state; While guards of Tritons clear his way, And Nereids round his chariot play; Then bid the formy Boreas rise, And forky lightning cleave the skies; The ship nigh foundering in the deep, Or bounding o'er the ridgy steep : Describe the monsters of the main, The Phocæ, and their finny train, Tornados, hurricanes, and rain, Spouts, shoals, and rocks of dreadful size, And pirates lurking for their prize; Amazing miracles rehearse, And turn all Dampier into verse. My negligent and humble Muse Leís ambitious aims pursues ; Content with more familiar phrase, Nor deals in such embroidered lays; Pleas'd is my rhime just measure keeps, And stretch'd at ease my reader flecps. Hibernian matrons thus of old, Their soporific stories told; To fleep in vain the patient Atrove, Perplex'd with business, cross'd in love ; Till soothing tales becalm’d his breast, And lull'd his troubled soul to refi. Suffice it only to recite, They drank all day, they snor'd all right: And, after many moons were past, They made the wilh'd-for shores at lat. Frank, with his cargo in his hand, Leap'd joyful on the golden strand; Open'd his toy-shop in the port, Trinkets of various fize and fort ; Bracelets and combs, bodkins and tweezers, Bath-metal rings, and knives, and scifları ; And in one lucky day got more Than Bubble-boy in half a score : For Fortunc now, no longer coy, Smil'd on her darling favourite boy ; No longer from his arms retir'd, But gave him all his heart desir’d. Ah! thoughtless youth! irrime beware, And shun the treacherons harlot's frare ; The wiser favages behold, Who truck not liberty for gold ; Proof against all her subtle wiles, Regardless of her frowns or (miles ; If frugal Nature want supplies, The lance or dart unerring flies : The mountain boar their prey defcends, Or the fat kid regales their fricods; The jocund tribe, from sun to sun, Feast on the prize their valour won. Cease, babbling Muse, thy vain advice, 'Tis thrown away on avarice :
Bid hungry lions quit their prey,
Where Syrens fing, and Halcyons rest : : Propitious flood! on me bestow
The treasures of thy dephes below ;
Th' indiguant waves in mountains rife,
Its owner from the watery grave :
Half dead, a bankrupt as before :
Each treacherous crony hides his face,
O‘er the wide waste, chrough pathle's ways,
At length the fun began to peep,