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Now in contiguous drops the food comes ! The vicar once a week creeps in, down.
Sits with his knees up to his chin; hreatening with deluge this devoted town. Here conns his notes, and takes a whet, o hops in crouds the daggled females tiy, Till the small ragged Hock is met. retend to cheapen goods, but notizing buy. A traveller, who by did pass, he templar spruce, while every spout 's abroach Cbserv'd the roof bhi d the grass ; ay's till 'tis tair, yet seems to call a coach. On tiptoe stood, and rear'd his fnout, he tuck'd-up semîrels walks with hasty ftrides, And law the parson creeping out; Thile itreams run down her oild umbrella's Was much surpriz'd to see a crow fides.
Venture to build his neft fo low. ere various kinds, by various fortunes led, A school-boy ran unto't, and thought, ommence acquaintance underneath a pod. The crib was down, the blackbird caught. riumphant Tories and despording Whigs A third, who lost his way by night, orget their feads, and join to fave their wigs. Was forc'd for safety to alight; ox'd in a chair, the beau impatient : ts, And, stepping o'er the facric-roof, "hte spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fts, His horse had like to spoil his boof. od ever and anon with frightful din
Warburton* took it in his noddle, be l:ather Counds; he treinbles from within. This building was design da model
when Troy chairmen bore the wonden steed, Or of a pigeon-house or oven, regnant with Greeks impatient to be freed, To bake one loaf, and keep one dove in. l'bose bully Grecks, who, as the moderns do, Then Mrs. Johnsont gave her verdict, tead of paying chairmen, ran them through) And every one was plea:'d that heard it: locoon struc?: the outside with his spear, All that you make this ftir about, nd each imprison'd hero qua' ior fear. Is but a still which wants a spout. Now from all parts the swelling kennels flow, The revererd Dr. Raymond guess'd ad bear their trophies with them as they go : More probably tha: all the reit; ilths of all hues ard odours seem to tell
He said, but that it wanted room, i bat ftreet they sail'd from by their fight and It might have been a pigmy's tomb. fmell.
The Doctor's family came by, "hey, as each torrent drives, with rapid force, And little miss began to cry ; rom Smithfield or St. 'Pulchre's shape their Give me that houfe in my own hand! course,
Then madam bade the chariot stand, ind in huge confluence join'd at Snowhill ridge, Call?d to the clerk, in manner mild, all from the conduit prone to Holbourn bridge. Pray, reach that thing here to the child; weepings from butchers' stalls, dung, guts That thing, I meai , among the kale : and blood.
And here is to buy a pot of ale. Drown'd puppies, stinkit:g sprats, all drench'd The clerk faid to her, in a heat, in mud,
What! sell my master's country seat, Jead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling Where he coines every week from town! down the flood.
He would not fell it for a crown.
In hali an hour thou 'lt make another.
Says Nancy, I can make for miss HURCH-YARD OF CASTLEKNOCK. 1910.
A finer house ten times than this;
The Dean will give me willow-sticks,
And Joe my apron-full of bricks,
SID HAMET THE MAGICIANS ROD.
1710 For, by the laws of gravitation,
THE rod was but a barmless wand, At fell into its proper station.
, This is the little strutting pile,
But, soon as e'er he laid it corun, You see just by the church-yard stile ;
'Twas a deyouring serpent grown. The walls in tumbling gave a knock;
Cur great magician, Hanset Sid, And thus the steeple got a Mock;
Reverse; what the prophet did:
That senseless in a corner stood,
* Dr, Swift's curate at Laracer. Stella. Argideacon Wall, a correspondent of Swife's.
Mini er of Trim.
Tüll, metamorphos'd by his gralp,
Sid's seeptre, full of juice, did rhont It grew an all-devouring aip;
In gollen boughs, and golden fruits Would hiss, and sting, and roll, and twist, And he, the dragon never sleeping, By the mere virtue of his fit ;
Guarded cach fair Hesperian pippin, But, when he laid it down, as quick
No hobby-borse, with gorgeous top, Resum'd the figure of a stick,
The deareit in Charles Mather's* Thop, So to her midnight-feaits the hag
Or glittering tin:el of May-sair, Rides on a broomstick for a nag,
Could with this rod of Sid compare. That, rais'd by magick of her breech,
Dear Sid, then, why wert thou fo mad O'er fea and land conveys the witch;
To break thy rod lile naughty lad! But with the morning-dawn re-umes
You fould have kiss'd it in your distress, The peaceful state of common brooms,
And then return'd it to your mi, refsi. They tell us something strange and odd Or made it a Newmarkett switch, About a certain magie rodi,
And not a rod for thy own breech, That, bending down its top, divines
But Gince old Sid has broken this,
His next may be a red in fils.
ATLAS; OR, THE MINISTER OF STATE.
LORD TREASURER OXFORD, 1710, And by a gentle borse divin'd, How well a cully's purse was lin'd:
TLAS, we read in ancient song, To a forlorn and broken rake
Was so exceeding tall and strong, Stood without motion, like a stake.
He bore the skies upon his back, The rod of Hermes was renown'd
Juft as a pedlar does his pack: For charins above and under ground;
But, as a pedlar overpress'd To seep could mortal eye-lids fx,
Unloads upon a stall to reft: And drive departed fouls to Styx.
Or, when he can no longer stand, That rod was just a type of Sid's,
Defires a friend to lend a hand; Which o'er a British senate's lids
So Atlas, left the ponderous spheres Could scatter opium ful as well,
Should link, and fall about his ears, And drive as many souls to hell.
Got Hercules to bear the pile, Sid's rod was slender, white, and tall,
That he might fit and relt a while. Which oft he usd to fill withal ;
Yet Hercules was not lo ftrorg, A fluice was faften'd to the hook,
Nor could have borne it halt so long. And many score of gudgeons took:
Great fiaicfmen are in this condition ; Yet 1 ill so happy was his fate,
And Atlas is a politician, He caught his jish, and sav'd his buit.
Arremier minister of state ; Sid's brethrea of the conjuring tribe
Alcides one of second rate. A circle with their red defcribe,
Suppose then Atas ne'er so wife; Which provés a magical redoubt
Yet, wir n the weight of kingdonis lies To keep mischicovous /pirits out.
Too long upon his fngle fhoulders,
Sink down he muft, or find upholders,
A TOWN ECLOGUE. 1710.
Scene, The Royal ExcHANGE,
TOW Tra:fimitted to the hero's line,
No hail defcends, and frosts can pinch ne The..c”, through a long defcent of kings,
more ; Camo an HLIR-LOOM, as Homer fogs.
Whil:t other girls confess the genial ipring, Ti nug' this description Ino's so big,
And laugh aloud, or amorous ditties ling, Tha: Prepire was a 'apless twig,
Secure from cold their lovely necks display,
And throw each useless chating-dith away;
* Ar eminent teyman in Fleet-fireer. Nor lea', nor fruit, nor blofioin, bore.
+ Lord G.colphin is satirized by Mr. Pope for * Tie virgula divini, faxid to be attracled by jtrong attachment to the turf. See kis Merci minerals,
| Suppo,id to allude to the Union.
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Why fits my Phillis discontented here,,
The week flies round; and, when my profit's Por feels the turn of the revolving year?
known, Why on that brow dwell forrow and disiray, I hardly clar enough to change a crown. Vhere Loves were wont to sport, and Smiles to COR. Hard fate of virtue, thus to be distrest, play?
Thou fairest of thy trade, and far the best! Phillis. Ah, Corydon ! survey the 'Change As fruitmen's stalls the summer-market grace, around,
And ruddy peaches them; as frít in place Chrough all the 'Change no wretch like me is Plum-cake is seen o'er smaller pattry ware; found:
And ice on that; so Phillis does appear Nas! the day, when J, poor heedless maid, In play-houie and in park, above the rest N'as to your rooms in Lincoln's-Inn betray'd; Of belles mechanic, elegantly dreft. then how you twore, how many vows you PHIL. And yet Cr pundia, that conceited fair, made!
Amidit her toys, affects a saucy air, lc liftening Zephyrs, that o'erheard his love, Abd views me hourly with a scornful eye. Wat the foit accents to the gods above,
Cor. She might as well with bright Cleora vie. Alas! the day ; for (oh, eternal Thaine !)
Puil. With this large petticoat I strive in vain Isold you handkerchieis, and lost my fame. To hide my folly pait, and coming pain :
Cor. When I forget the favour you beftow'd, 'Tis now no secret ; fhe, anri fifty more,
Cor. What I could raise I fent; a pound of shall change their quarters, and their joys forego; plums, Stock-jobbing this to Jonathan's fall come, Five Millings, and a coral for his gums; At the Groom Porter's that play off his plum. To-morrow I intend him something more. Phil. But wbat to me does all that love Phil. I fent a frock and pair of shoes before. avail,
Cor. However, you shall home with me to. If, while I doze at home oʻer porter's ale,
night, Each night with wine and wenches you regale ? Forget your cares, and revel in delight. My live-long hours in anxious cares are past, I have in fore a pint or two of wine, And raging hunger lays my beauty waste. Some cracknels, and the remnant of a ching On templars spruce in vain I glances throw, And now on either fide, and all around, And with Mrill voice invite them as they go. The weighty shop-boards fall and bars resound; Expos'd in vain mny glossy ribbands thine, Cach ready fempstress slips her pattins on, And unregarded wave upon the twine. And ties her hood, preparing to be gone.
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A P H,
Inscribed on a Marble Tablet, in Berkeley Church.
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Muniis etiam tain illustri stirpi dignis infignitus,
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THE FABLE OF MIDAS. 1711.
Turn'd every thing he touch'd to geld:
This fool had got a lucky hit;
THIS tale inclines the gentle reader
None e'er did modern Midas choose,"
But found him thus their merit fcan,
alone rich mifers cail ;
Bef des, it plainly now appears
But gold defiles with frequent touch :
While he his ut moft strength apply'd, To swim against this popular ride, The goldm spoils flew off apace ; Here fell a fenhor, there a place; The torrent merciless imbibes Commiffions, perquifites, and bribes, By their own weight sunk to the bottom Much good may do them that have caught cm! And Midas now neglected stands, With asses ears, and dirty hands.
AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG. 1711.
BEING THE INTENDED SPEECH OF A FAMOUS ORATOR AGINST PEACE* A
N Orator dismal of Norrirghamshire,
Who has forty years let out his conscience
to hire, Out of zeal for his country, and want of a place, Is come up, vi & armis, to break the Qucen's
peace. He has vamp'd an old speech; and the court, to
their sorrow, Shall hear him harangue against Prior to-morrow, When once he begins, he never will flinch, But repeats the same note a whole day, like a
Finch, I have heard all the speech repeated by Hoppy, And, “ Mistakes to prevent, I 've obtained a
copy." # The Lord Treasurer having hented a wisk ene evening that a ballad might be made on the Earl of Nottingham, this long was writion and printed The next morning.
THE WINDSOR PROPHECY. 1711. THE SPEECH.
THEN a holy black Swede, ine for of Bchi,
With a sainti at his chin, and a fea! I ac WHEREAS, not withstanding, I am in great
his fob, pain,
Shall not fee one $ New-year's-day in that year, To hear we are making a peace without Spain ;
Then let old England make good chear : But, helt noble Senntörs, tis a great shame,
Windsor || and Bristow then Thall be
Then it all the tall black Duventry Bird* *
And some shall admire his conying wit, From her closet brought out a full purse in her For many good grouts his tongue shall nit. clutches.
But, spight of the Harpy that crawls on all four, I talk'd of a peace, and they both gave a start;
There Thall be peace, pardie, and war no more. His grace swore by G-d, and her grace let afmt: But Englond inust cry alack and well-a-day, My long old-fushiond pocket was presently cramm’d; If the juick be taken from the dead-sea. And sooner than vote for a peace I'll be damn'd. And, dear Englord, if aught I understond, But fonte will cry Turn-coat, and rip up old
Beware of Carrots fromit Northumberlonc'. ftories,
Carrots sown Tyrret a decp root may get, How I always pretended to be for the Tories.
If so be they are in Somer fer : I answer; the Tories were in my good graces,
Their sf Genings murk thou ; for I have been Till all my relations were put into places :
told, Eut ftill I'm in principle ever the faine,
They filline when young, and foison when old. And will quit my best friends, while I'm Not
Root out these Carrots, Othou,||! whose name in-game.
Is backwards and forwards always the same; When I and some others subscribed our names
And keep close to thee always that name, To a plot for expelling my master King James ; Which backwards and forwards is almost the I withdrew my subscription by help of a blot,
fame. And so might discover or gain by the plot :
And Engiond, wouldst thou be happy still, I had my advantage, and itood at defance,
Bury those Carrots under a Hill(*). For Daniel was got from the den of the lions :
* It is said that Queen Anne had nominated Dr. I came in without danger, and was I to blame?
Swift so an English bi poprick; which was opposed For, rather than harg, I would be Not-ir-game. I swore to the Queen, that the Prince of Ha- of Somerset, who had prevailed or his grace to go
by Dr. Shars, archbishop of York, and the duchefo
with her to the queen 10 lay afide the nomirationi, During her sacred life would never come over: which her Majesty refused; but the duchess falling I made use of a trope; that “ an heir to invite,
on her knees, and sewing the above prophecy to her " Was like keeping her monument always in Maje'y, iné bifhoprick was given to another. See fight.”
p. 100. But, when I thouglit proper, I alter'd my note ;
+ Dr. Fehn Robinson, bishop of Bristol, one of Ard in her own hearing I boldly did vote,
the plenipotentiaries of Utrechi. That her Majesty stood in grcat need of a Tutor, He was dear of Wirdser, and lord provy-Jeal. Ardmut have an old or a young Coadjutor :
Ś The New Stile (which was not used in CrearFor why; I would fain have put all in a Hame, Britain and Ireland till 1752) was then observed E: cause, for some reasons, I was Not-in-game.
in most parts of Europe. The bishop fet exi from Now my new beneful?ors have brought me aboui, England the latter end of December, O. S.; and, on And I'll vote against Peace, with Spain, or with his arrival at Utrecht, by she variation of the ftile, Though the Court gives my rephews, and brothers,
he found January somewhat advanced.
!! Ailuding to the dearery and bishoprick being and cousins, Andall my whole family, places by dozens;
possessed by the same person, then at Utrecho.
** Earl of Nottingham, Yet, since I know where a full-purse 'nay be ** The duchess of Somer fel. found,
#f Themas Thynne, of Longleate, esq; a gentle And hardly pay eighteen-pence tax in the pound; Since the Tories have thus disappointed my after the death of her first husband, Henry Caver
man of very great ciase, mrried ihe above lady hopes, And will neither regard my hgures nor tropes;
disk earl of Ogle, only for so Henry duke of Newa I'll speech against peace while Difmal's my name,
cajile, to whom she had been betrothed in her infancy,
SS Count Koningsmark,