"wit;

"Like Virgil correct, with his own nat've ease, "But excels even Virgil in elegant praife; "Who admires the ancients, and knows 'tis "their due,

"Yet writes in a manner entirely new; "Though none with more eafe their depths can "explore,

"Yet whatever he wants he takes from my «tore:

"Though I'm fond of his virtues, his pride I "can fee,

In fcorning to borrow from any but me; "It is owing to this, that, like Cynthia, his

lays

Enlighten the world by reflecting ay rays." This faid, the whole audience foon found out his drift:

Money, the life-blood of the nation,
Corrupts and ftagnates in the veins,
Unlefs a proper circulation

Its motion and its heat maintains,

Becaufe 'tis lordly not to pay,
Quakers and aldermen in ftate
have levees every day

Like
peers
Of duns attending at their gate.

We want our money on the nail

The banker 's ruin'd if he pays: They feem to act an ancient tale;

The birds are met to ftrip the jays.
Riches, the wifeft monarch fings,
"Make pinions for themselves to fly:"
They fly like bats on parchment rings,
And geefe 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,

Termenting fools behind their backs :
Thus bankers o'er their bills and bags
Sit fqueezing images of avax.
Conceive the whole enchantment broke;
The witches left in open air,
With power no more than other folk,
Expos'd with all their magic ware.
So powerful are a banker's bills,

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 hell,
Unable to endure the fight,

He hides within his darkest cell.

As when a conjurer takes a leafe

From Satan for a term of years, The tenant's in a difinal cafe,

Whene'er the bloody bend appears.

A baited banker thus defponds,
From his own hand forefees his fall;

The RUN upon the BANKERS. 1720.

HE bold encroachers on the deep

TGain by degrees huge tracts of land,

Till Neptune, with one general sweep,
Turns all again to barren ftrand.
The multitude's capricious pranks
Are faid to reprefent the feas;
Which, breaking bankers and the banks,
Refume their own whene'er they please.

'Tis like the criting on the wall.

How will the caitiff wretch be fcar'd,
When frit he finds himfelf awake

At the laft trumpet unprepar'd,
And all his grand acecunt to make!
For in that univerfal call

Few bankers will to Heaven be mounters; They'll cry, "Yeops, upon us fall! "Conceal and cover us, ye counters!" When other hands the feales fhall hold, And they in men and angels' fight Produc'd with all their bills and gold, "Weigh'd in the balance, and found light!

His revels to keep, we fup and we dine
On feven score freep, fat bullocks, and fwine.
Ufquebaugh to our feaft in pails was brought up,
An hundred at least, and a madder our cup.
O there is the fport! we rife with the light
In disorderly fort irom fnoring all night.
O how was I trick'd! my pipe it was broke,
My pocket was pick'd, I loft my new cloak.
I'm riled, quoth Nell, of mantle and cercher :
Why then fare them well, the de'el take the

fearcher.

feet,

Then over us fpread the winnowing heet:
To few I dot flinch, the bowl up again;
Then give us a pinch of your fneczing, a year§.
Good Lord! what a ight, a ter all their good
cheer,

For people to ght in the midst of their beer! They rife from their feaft, and hot are their brains,

A cubit at least the length of their fans!!.
What ftabs and what cuts, what clattering of
Dick;

What ftrokes on the guts, what baftings and kicks!

With cudgels of cak well harden'd in fame,
An hundred heads brote, an hundred ftruck
lame.

You churl, I'll maintain n.v father built Lufk,
The cale of Shin, and Carric' Drumruk:
The Lark of Fildare and Moynalta his brother,
-A great as they are, I was murf by their mother.
Af that of old mudum; the 'll tell you who's
who

As far up as Adam, fhe knows it is true.

And as for the dean,

You know whom I mean,

If the printer will reach him, he 'll fearce come off clean.

*Proposals for the unverfil use of Irift: maru fiðlures, for which Waters the printer was fecerely profecuted.

Then we'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters,

In fpite of his deanfhip and journeyman Waters.

Love with white-lead cements his wings:
White-lead was fent us to repair
Two brighteft, brittleft, earthly things,
A lady's face, and China-ware.
She ventures now to lift the fash;
The window is her proper fphere:

1720.

THEN frft Diana leaves her bed,

WHE

Vapours and itreams her took difgrace,

A frowzy dirty-colourʼd red

Sits on her cloudy wrinkled face :.

But by degrees, when mounted nigh,
Her artincial face appears
Down from her window in the fky,

Her ipots are gone, her vilage clears.
'Twixt earthly females and the moon
All parallels exactly run:
If Celia inould appear too ioon,

Alas, the nymph would be undone !
Te fee her from her pillow rite,

All reeking in a cloudy team,
Crack'd lips, foul teeth, and gummy eyes,
Poor Strephon! how would he blafpheme!
Three colours, black, and red, and winte,
So graceful in their proper place,
Remove them to a dinerent feite,
They form a frightful hideous race:
For initauce, when the lily skips
Into the precincts of the rofe,
And takes polethon of the hips,
Leaving the purple to the nofe:
So Celia went intire to bed,

All her complexion jale and found;
But, when the rofe, white, black, and red,
Though still in night, had chang'd their ground.

The black, which would not be confin'd,
A more interior itation feeks,

Leavi

g

the fiery red behind,

And mingles in her muddy cheeks. But Celia can with eafe reduce,

By help of pencil, paint, and brush, Each colour to its place and use,

And teach her cheeks again to blush. She knows her early felf no more,

But I'd with admiration ftands; As other painters oft' adore

The workmanship of their own hands. Thus, after four important hours, Celia's the wonder of her fex: Say, which among the heavenly powers Could caufe fuch marvellous cheets? Venus, indulgent to her kind,

Gave women all their hearts could wish, When firit fhe taught them where to ind White-lead and Lufitanian* diff.

*Portugal.

Nor let the beaux approach too near. Take pattern by your fifter far:

Delude at once and blefs our fight; When you are feen, be feen from far, And chiefly choofe to fhine by night, But art no longer can prevail,

When the materials all are gone; The beft mechanic hand muft fail, Where nothing's left to work upon, Matter, as wife logicians fay,

Cannot without a form fubuft; And form, fay I as well as they, Must fail, if matter brings no grift. And this is fair Diana's cafe;

For all aftrologers maintain, Each night a bit drops off her face,

When mortals fay fhe 's in her wane:
While Partridge wifely fhews the cause
Efficient of the moon's decay,
That Cancer with his poisonous claws
Attacks her in the milky way:

But Gadbury, in art profound,
From her pale cheeks pretends to show,
That Twain Endymion is not found,
Or elfe that Mercury s her foe.
But, let the cause be what it will,
In half a month the looks fo thin,
That Flamfteedf can, with all his skill,
See but her forehead and her chin.
Yet, as the waftes, the grows difcreet,
Till midnight never fhews her head:
So rotting Celia ftrolls the street,

When fober folks are all a-bed:
For fure, if this be Luna's fate,
Poor Celia, but of mortal race,
In vain expects a longer date

To the materials of her face. When Mercury her treffes mows, To think of black-lead combs is vain; No painting can restore a nife,

Nor will her teeth return again. Ye powers, who over love prefide! Since mortal beauties drop fo foon, If ye would have us well fupply'd, Send us new nymphs with each new moon!

THE PROGRESS OF POETRY.

T Has red without reftraint or trouble,
Grown fat with corn, and fitting ftill,
Can fcarce get o'er the barn-docr fill;
And hardly waddles forth to cool
Her belly in the neighbouring pool;
Nor loudly cackles at the door;
For cackling fhews the goofe is poor.

HE farmer's goofe, who in the stubble

But, when the must be turn'd to graze,
And round the barren common strays,
Hard exercife and harder fare

Soon make my dame grow lank and spare:
Her body light, fhe tries her wings,

And fcorns the ground, and upward springs;
While all the parish, as fhe fiies,

Hear founds harmonious from the skies.
Such is the poet fresh in pay
(The third night's profits of his play);
His morning-draughts till noon can swill
Among his brethren of the quill:
With good roast beef his belly full,
Grown lazy, foggy, fat, and dull,
Deep funk in plenty and delight,
What poet e'er could take his fight?
Or, ftufi'd with phlegm up to the throat,
What poet e'er could fing a nove
e?
Nor Pegasus could bear the load
Along the high celeftial road;

The iteed, opprefs'd, would break his girth,
To raife the lumber from the earth.
But view him in another fcene,
When all his drink is Hippocrene,
His money spent, his patrons fail,
His credit out for cheefe and ale;
His two-years coat so smooth and bare,
Through every thread it lets in air;
With hungry meals his body pia'd,
His guts and belly full of wind;
And, like a jockey for a race,

His flesh brought down to flying cafe ;
Now his exalted fpirit leaths:
Incumbrances of food and cloaths
And up be rifes, like a vapour,
Supported high on wings of paper;
He finging flies, and Rying tings,
While from below all Grub-street rings.

THE SOUTH-SEA PROJECT. 1721.

"Apparent rari rantes in gurgite vasto, "Arma virum, tabulæque, et Troia gaza per undas." VIRG.

ZE wie philofophers, explain

What magick makes our money rife,
When dropt into the Southern main;
Cr do thefe jugglers cheat our eyes?
Put in your money fairly told;

Pre ! be gone-Tis here again :
Ladies and gentlemen, behold,
Here's every piece as big as ten.

Thus in a bafon drop a filling,

Then fill the veffel to the brim;
You fhall obferve, as you are filling,
The ponderous metal feems to fwim,
It rifes both in bulk and height,
Behold it fwelling like a fop;
The liquid medium cheats your fight;
Behold it mounted to the top!

In stock three hundred thousand pounds;
I have in view a lord's eftate;
My manors all contiguous round;
A coach and fix, and ferv'd in plate!
Thus, the deluded bankrupt raves;
Puts all upon a desperate bet;
Then plunges in the Southern waves,
Dipt over head and ears-in debt.
So, by a calenture misled,

The mariner with rapture fees,
On the fmooth ocean's azure bed,

Enamel'd fields and verdant trees e With eager hafte he longs to rove

In that fantanic fcene, and thinks It must be fome enchanted grove;

And in he leaps, and down he finks. Five hundred chariots, just bespoke,

Are funk in thefe devouring waves, The herfes drown'd, the harness broke, And here the owners find their graves, Like Pharaoh, by directors led;

They with their frails went fafe before ;
His chariots, tumbling out the dead,
Lay shatter'd on the Red-Sea frore.
Rais'd up on Hope's afpiring plumes,
The young adventurer o'er the deep
An eagle's tight and state affumes,

And fcorns the middle-way to keep.
On paper wings he takes his flight,
With the father bound them fat;
The wex is melted by the height,

And down the towering boy is cast.
A moralit might here explain
The rafhefs of the Cretan youth;
Defcribe his fall into the main,
And from a fable form a truth,
His wings are his paternal rent,

He melts the wax at every flame;
His credit funk, his money spent,

In Southern Seas he leaves his name, Inform us, you that beft can tell,

Why in yon' dangerous gulph profound, Where hundreds and where thousands fell, Feels chiefly float, the wise are drown'd? So have I feen from Severn's brink

A flock of geefe jump down together: Swim, where the bird of love would fink, And, fwimming, never wet a feather. But, I affrm, 'tis falfe in fact,

Directors better know their tools; We fee the nation's credit crackt, Each knave hath made a thousand fools.

One fool may from another win,
And then get off with money ftor'd;
But, if a harper once comes in,

He throws at all, and fweeps the board.

As fifhes on each other prey,

The great ones fwallowing up the fmall; So fares it in the Southern Sea;

The whale directors eat up all.

When flock is high, they come between,
Mating by fecond-haud their offers ;
Then cunningly retire unfeen,

With each a million in his coffers.

So, when upon a moou-fhine night
An afs was drinking at a fiream;
A cloud arofe, and flopt the light,
By intercepting every beam :
The day of judgement will be foon
(Cries out a fage among the croud);
An afs hath swallow'd up the moon!
(The moon lay fafe behind a cloud).

Each poor fubfcriber to the fea

Sinks down at once, and there he lies; Directors fall as well as they,

Their fall is but a trick to rife.

So fires, rifing from the main,

Can foar with moiften'd wings on high;
The moisture dry'd, they fink again,
And dip their fins again to fly.
Undone at play, the female troops
Come here their loffes to retrieve;
Ride o'er the waves in fpacious hoops,
Like Lapland witches in a fieve.
Thus Venus to the fea defcends,

As poets feign; but where's the moral ?
It hews the Queen of Love intends
To fearch the deep for pearl and coral.
The fea is richer than the land,

I heard it from my grannam's mouth ;
Which now I clearly understand,
For by the fea fhe meant the South.

Thus by directors we are told,

"Pray, Gentlemen, believe your eyes ; Our ocean's cover'd o'er with gold, Look round and fee how thick it lies: We, Gentlemen, are your affifters, We'll come, and hold you by the chin.--” Alas! all is not gold that glifters, Ten thousand fink by leaping in. Oh! would thofe patriots be fo kind, Here in the deep to sogh their hands, Then, like Paftolus, we fhould find The fea indeed had golden 'andı. A fhilling in the bath you fi igi Ai The ilver takes a nobler hue, By magic virtue in the spring, And feems a guinea to your view. But as a guinea will not pafs

At market for a farthing more, Shewn through a multiplying-glafs, Than what it always did before:

So caft it in the Southern Seas,

Or view it through a jobber's bill; Put on what fpectacles you pleafe, Your guinea 's but a guinea fill. One night a fool into a brook Thus from a hillock looking down, The golden flars for guineas took, And fitver Cynthia for a crown. The point he could no longer doubt; He ran, he leapt into the flood; There fprawl'd awhile, and fearce got out, All cover'd o'er with flime and unud. "Upon the water caft thy bread,

"And after many days thou 'lt find it ;" But gold upon this ocean fpread

Shall fink, and leave no mark behind it.
There is a gulph, where thoufands fell,
Here all the bold adventurers came,
A narrow found, though deep as hell;
'Change-Alley is the dreadful name.
Nine times a day it ebbs and flows;
Yet he that on the furface lies,
Without a pilot seldom knows

The time it falls, or when 'twill rife.
Subfcribers here by thousands float,
And joftle one another down;
Each paddling in his leaky boat;

And here they fish for gold, and drown
"Now bury'd in the depth below,
"Now mounted up to heaven again,
"They reel and ftagger to and fro,
"At their wits end, like drunken meu."

Mean time fecure on Garraway cliffs,
A favage race by fhipwrecks fed,
Lic waiting for the founder'd kiffs,
And ftrip the bodies of the dead.
But thefe, you fay, are factious lyes,
From fome malicious Tory's brain;
For, where Directors get a prize,

The Swifs and Dutch whole millions drain. Thus, when by rocks a lord is ply'd,

Some cully often, wins a bet,
By venturing on the cheating fide,
Though not into the fecret let.
While fome build caftles in the air,
Director's build them in the feas;
Subfcribe plainly fee them there,

For fools will fee as wife men please.
Thus oft' by mariners are thown
(Unless the men of Kent are lyars)
Earl Godwin's caftles over own,
And palace-roofs, and feple-fpires,
Mark where the y Directors creep,

Nor to the ore approach too nigh!
The morfter le in the deep,
To feize you in your paffing by.

*Ffalm cvii.

+4 fee-haufe in 'Change-Alles