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Grown fat with corn, and fitting still,
(an scarce get o'er the bari-docr fill;
And hardly waddles forth to cool
Her belly in the neighbouring pool ;
Nor loudly cackles at the door;
For cackling news the goose is poor.

But, when she must be turn'd to graze,
And round the barren common strays,
Hard exercise and harder fare
Sooo make my dame grow lank and spare:
Her body light, she tries her wings,
And scorns the grouid, and upward springs ;
While all the parih, as she 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 vill :
With good roast beef bis belly full,
Grown lazy, toggy, fat, and dull,
Dep suak in plenty and delight,
What poet e'er could take his fight?
Or, ftut'd with phlegm up to the throat,
What poet e'er could bng a noe?
Nor Pegasus could bear the load
Along the high celestial road;
The iteed, oppress’d, would break his girth,
To raise the lumber from the earth.

But view him in another fcenc,
When all his drink is Hippocrene,
His money spent, his patrons fail,
His credit out for chcete and ale ;
His two-year: coat so imooth and bare,
Through every thread it lets in air;
With bungry ineals his body pia'u,
His guits and belly full of wind;
And, like a jockey for a race,
His fern brought dow:: to flying cafe ;
Now his exalted fpirit Inaths :
Jncumbra ces of food and cloaths
And up he rises, live a vapour,
Supported high on wigs of paper;
He linging fies, and lying lings,
While from bciow all Grub-street rings.

Thus in a bason drop a Nilling,

Then sll the vessel to the brim;
You shall observe, as you are filling,

The ponderous metal seems to swim,
It rises both in bulk and height,

Behold it swelling like a lop;
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 estate ;
My manors all contiguous round;

A coach and fix, and sery'd in plate !
Thus, the deluded bankrupt raves ;

Puts all upon a desperate bet;
Then plunges in the Southern wares,

Dipt over head and ears in debt.
Sn, by a calenture mined,

The mariner with rapture sees,
On the finooth ocean's azure bed,

Enamel d fields and verdant trees
With eager haste he longs to rore

In that fantastic fcenc, and thinks
It inuf be fome enchanted grove ;

And in he leaps, and down he finks.
Five hurdred chariots, juft bespoke,

Are sunk in these devouring waves,
The horses drown'd, the harrefs broke,

And here the owners find their graves,
Lil:e Pharaoh, by direalers led ;

They with their spoils went fafe before ;
His chariots, tumbling out the dead,

Lay Thatter'd on the red-Sea thore.
Rais 'd up on Hope's aspiring plumes,

adventurer o'er the deep An eagle's right and state affumes,

And scorns the middle-way to keep. On taper wings ho takes his fight,

With ..x th: f..ther bound them fat; The rex is melted by the height,

And down the towering boy is cait. A moralit might here explain

The rainurers of the Cretan youth ; Defcribe bis fall into the main,

And from a fable form a truth, Lis coire: ore his paternal reri,

He melts the w.a at every tiame ; His credit funk, his money ipent,

in Southern Se.is he leaves his name, Inform us, you that best can tell,

Why in yon' dangerous gulph profound, Where hundreds and where thoufands fell,

Teeds chiePg float, the evile are drown'd? So have I seen from Severn's brins

A flock of geese jump down together : Swim, where the bird of love would link,

And, swimming, never wet a feather. But, I affrm, is falfe in fact,

Liredor's better know their tools ; We ice the pation's credit crackt,

Each knave hath made a thousand fools,


1721. “ Arrarent rari rantes in gurgite vasto, “ Arma virum, tabuleque, et Troia gaza per undas."

Virg. Y what magick makes our money rise, When crrpt into the Southern main;

Cr do these jugglers cheat our eyes ? Put in your money fairly told;

Pre o! be gone 'Tis here again : ladies ard geatlewen, behold,

Here's every piece as big as ten.

le fool may from another win,
And then get off with money stord;
it, if a fhur per once comes in,
He throws at all, and sweeps the board

fishes on each other prey,
The great ones swallowing up the small;
fares it in the Southern Sea ;
The whale directors eat up all.
hen stock is high, they come between,
Making by second-haud their offers ;
ven cunningly retire unseen,
With each a million in his coffers.
, when upon a moon-fhine night
An ass was drinking at a fiream;
cloud arose, and topt the light,
By intercepti:g every beam :
le day of judgement will be foon
(Cries out a fuge among the croud);
jafs bath swallow'd up the moon!
(The moon lay fase behind a cloud).
cb poor fubfcriber to the sea
Sinks down at once, and there he lies;
riclors fall as well as they,
Ticir fall is but a trick to rise,
fiikes, rifing from the main,
Can foar with moisten’d wings on high;
22 moisture dry'd, they link again,
And dip their fins again to fly.
ndone at play, the female troops
Come h re their loftes to retrieve ;
ide o'er the waves in spacious hoops,
Like Lapland witches in a lieve.
hus Venus to the sea descends,
As poets feign ; but where's the moral?
thews the Queen of Love intends
To search the deep for pearl and coral.
he sea is richer than the land,
I heard it from my gran am's mouth s
hich now I clearly understand,
For by the sea me meant the South,
hus by direflers we are told,
“ Pray, Guntlemen, believe your eyes ;
ur ocean 's cover'd o'er with gold,

Loo': round and sec how thick it lies :
P'e, Gentlemen, are your allifters,

We'll come, and hold you by the chin..."
Lids! all is not gold that glifters,

Ten thousand sin's by leaping in.
!! would those patriots be so kind,

Here in the deep to sh sheir hands,
Then, like Pacolas, we should find

The sea indeed bad golden ani's,
shilling in the buth you ling:

The ilver takes a nobler liue,
By magic virtue in the spring,

did forms a guiaea to your view.
But as a guinea will not pass

At market for a farthing niore,
Siewn through a multiplying-glass,

Than wha: it always did before :

So cast it in the Southern Seas,

Or view it through a jobber's bill; Put on what fpectacles you please,

Your guinea's but a guinea fiill. One night a fool into a brook

Thus from a hillock looking down, The golden flurs for guineas took,

And jilver Cynthia for a crown.
The point be could no longer doubt;

He ran, he leapt into the flood;
There sprawl'd awhile, and scarce got oui,

All cover'd o'er with flime and mud. “ Upon the water catt thy bread,

“ And after many days thou 'li find it;" But gnid upon this ocean spread

Shall fint, and leave no mark behind it.
There is a golph, where thousands fell,

Here all the bold adventurers came,
A narrow found, though deep as lell;

'Change-Alley is the dreadful name. Nine times a day it ebbs and flows;

Yet he that o'i the surface lies, Without a pilot seldom knows

The time it falls, or when 'twill rise. Sul.scribers here by thousands float,

And jottle one another dovn; Each paddling in his leaky boat ;

And here they fith for gold, and drown. “ *Now bury'd in the depth below,

“ Now mounted up to heaven again, “ They reel and stagger to and fro,

« At their wits end, like drunken meu." Mean time secure on Garrawayt cliffs,

A savage race by shipwrecks fed, Lic waiting for the founder'd skitfs,

And strip the bodies of the dead. But these, you say, are factious lyes,

From fome malicions Tory's brain; For, where Direclor's get a prize,

The Swiss 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 side,

Though not into the secret let.
While some build castles in the air,

Direflor's build them in the seas; Subscribe plainly see them there,

For fools will fee as wise men please. Thus oft' by mariners are shown

(Unless the men of Ker* alyars) Earl Godwin's castle3 nvarcw,

And palace-roofs, and :1 - 3.c- pires, Mark where the ny Dire lors cr ep,

Nor to the inre approach too nigh! The inorderne in the deep,

To seize you in your passing by.

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Then, like the dogs of Nile, be wise,

TO A FRIEND, Who, taught by instinct how to run

Who had been much abused in many different The crocodile, that lurking lies,

LIBEI S. Run as they drink, and drink and run.

VIE greatest Monarch may be ftabbd by Antæus could, by magic charms,

night, Recover strength whene'er he fell;

And fortune help the murderer in his flight; Alcides held him in his arms,

The vileft ruffian may commit a rape, And sent him up in air to hell.

Yet fase from injur'd innocence escape ;

And Calumoy, by working under ground, Direclors, thrown into the sea,

Can, unreveng'd, the greatest merit wound, Recover strength and vigour there;

What's to be done? Shall Wit and Learning But many be tam'd-another way,

choose Suspended for a while in uir.

To live obfcure, and have no fame to lose? Directors! for his you I warn,

By Cenfure frighted out of Honour's road, By long experience we have found

Nor dare to me the gift; hy Heaven bestow'd ? What planet rul'd when you were born ;

Or fearless enter in through Virtue's gate, Vie see you never can be drown'd.

And buy dirtinction at the dearest rate ? Beware, nor over-bulky grow,

Nor come within your cully's reach; For, if the sea mould link fo low

BILLET to the COMPANY of PLAYERS. To leave you dry upon the beach,

Prologue is upon You ll owe your ruin to your

bulk: Your foes already waiting stand,

to act, unleso you would pay him 300l. par ce To tear you like a founder d hulk,

num ; upon which you got a licence from the Lord While you lie hel; Jess on the fand.

Mayor to act as stroilers.

The Proingue suppose, that, upon your being Thus, when a whale has loft the tide,

forbidden to ad, a company of country-Atrollers The coafters crowd to seize the spoil;

came and hired the Play-house, and your cisala The monster into parts divide,

&c. to act in, And strip the bones, and melt the oil.

THE PROLOGU E. Oh! may some weiern tempeft sweep

Our set of ftrollers, wandering up and down, These locuits whom our fruits have fed, Fearing the house was empty, came to town; That plague Directors to the deep,

And, with a licencirom our and Lord-Mayar, Driv'n from the South-Sea to the Red!

Went to one Grinth, formerly a player;

Him we póriua!od with a moderate bribe, May he, whom Nature's laws obey,

To speak to Elri gton and all the trib?, Who lifts the poor, and forks. tbe proud, To let our company supply their places, Quiet the ragiig or the see,

And bire us out their scenes, and cloaths, ad « And still the inadness of the crowd!"

faces. But never hall our ille have reft,

Is not the truth the truth? Look full on me ; Till those devouri:g (wire run down,

I am not Flringoon, nor Griffith he. (The devil: leaving the porest)

When we perform, look sharp among o::r crew,

There's not a creature here ynu ever k'iew. And headlong in the waters drown.

The former folks were servants to the king ; The nation then too late will find,

We humble strollers; always on the wing. Computing all their cout and trouble,

Now, formy pirt, I think upon the whole, Director's promises but wind,

Rather than itarre, a better man would froll. South-Sea at buk a mighty bubble,

Stay, let me fee-- Three hundred .pound: 2

year, For leave to act in town! 'Tis plaguy dear. Now, here is a warrant; Gallants, please 19


For three thirteens and fixpence to the clerk. THE DOG AND SHADOW.

Three hunded pounds! Were I the price to fix

The public hould be tow the actors fix. RE cibum portans catulus dum spectat in A score of guinzas, given under-haad, undis,

For a good word or so, we understand. Apparet liquido prædæ melioris imago :

To help ao horrelt lad that 's out of place, Dum fpeciofa dieu darnna ad niratur, et alte May coft a crown or fo; a common cafe : Ad latices inhiat, cadit imo vortice preceps Ard, ia a crew, 'tis no injustice thought Ore cibus, nec non fimulaclirum corripit una. To thip a rogue, and pay hi'n not a groat. Occupat ille avibus decepils faucibus umbram; But, in the chronicles of former ages, ludit species, ac dentibus aëra mordet,

Who ever heard of servants paying wages ?

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I pity Elrington with all my heart;

For which I think it reason to conclude Would he were here this night to act my part ! That cloaths may change our temper like our food, I told him wnat it was t. be a Itroller ;

Chintzes are gawdy, and engage our eyes How trze we acted, and had no comptroller : Too much about the party-colourd dyes : In every town we wait on Mr. Mayor,

Although the luftre is from you begun, Firkt get a licence, then produce our ware; We see the rainbow, and n. glect the fun. We found a trumpet, or we beat a drum ;

How sweet and innocent 's the country maid, Huzza! (the school-boys roar) the players are With snall expence in native wool array'd; cine!

Who copies from the fields her homely green, Ard then we cry, to fpur the bumpkins on, While by her shepherd with delight the 's teen! Gallants, by Tuefiiay next we mur; le gone.

Should our fair ladjes dress like her in wcol, I told him in the limontheli way I could,

How much more lovely, and how beautiful, All this and more, yet it would do no good.

Without their lodian drapery, they'd prove, But Etrington, tears falling irom his cheeks, Whilst wool would help to warm us into love ! He that has toge with Betierton and Wijks, Things, lize the famous Argonauts of Greece, To whom our county has been always dear, We'd all contend to gain the Golden Fleece ! Who chose to leave his deare't pledges here, Owns all your avours, höre intends to stay, Ard, as a stroller, act in ev«ry play : And the whole crew this refolutio: takes,

EPILOGUE, BY THE DEAN, I'o live and die all'iroilers for your fakes :

Spoken by Mr. GRIFFITH.
Not irighted with an ig. ominious naine,
For your displeasure is their only shame. WH

Ho dares affirm this is no pious age, A pox on Elriegton's rajettic tone!

When charity begins to tread the Itage? Now to a word of business in our own.

When actoru, who, at beit, are hardly avers, Gallarts, next Thursday night wil be our last ; Will give a night of beneft to Weavers ? Ther, without fail, we pack up for Beliat,

Staym-let me see, how finely will it found! Lose not your time, nor our diversions miss,

Imirimi:, from his Grace* an hundred pound. The next we all thall be as good as this.

Peers, clergy, gentry, all are benefactors;
A, itbon comes in the item of the actors.

Item,. The actors freely gave a day-

The Poct had no more who made the Play.

But whence this wondrous charity in Plavers ? REAT folks are of a finer mold;

They learnt it not at Sermors, or at Prayers :

Under the rose, fince here are none but friends, ? While a coarse English tongue will itch

(To own the truth) we have fome private ends. For whore and rogue, and dog and bitch.

Since waiting-women, lic exa ting jades,
Hold up the prices of their old brocades;
We 'll dress in manufactures made at home,

Equip our kings and gererals at the Combf. PROLOGUE to a Play for the berest of the We'll rig froin Meath-street Ægypt's haughty DISTRESSED WEAVERS, By Dr. SHERIDAN.

queen, Spoken by Mr. ELRINGTON, 1721.

And Antony shall court her in ratten.
REAT cry and little wool is now become

In blue frullcon f. all Hannibal be clad,
And Scipio trail a: Irish purple plard,

In drar get dre:t, of thirteen perce a yard,
Nowool to work on, neither weft nor warp ;

See Philip'; 10: amidst his Persan guard; Their pockets empty, and their ftomachs sharp.

And proud Roxana, fir'd with jealous rage, Provok'd, in loud complaints to you they cry:

With fifty yards of crape (hall sweep the stage. ladies, relieve the weavers; or they die!

In short, our kings and princesses within

Are ail resolv'd this proje] to begin ; Forsake your filks for ftuis ; nor think it ftrange And you, our subjects, when you here resort, To fift your cloaths, since you delight in change. Mun imitate the fashion of the Court. One thing witi freeciom l'!l presume to tell — The men will 10:e you every bit as well.

Oh! could I see this audience clad in fuff, See, I am drefe'd from top to toe in stuff;

Though money's scarca, we Mould have trade And, by my tro‘h, I think I'm fine enough:

eunugh: My wife admires me inore, and swar: the ncver,

But chineze, brocades, and lace, take all away, In any dreri, beheld mc look so clever.

And scarce a crown is left to see a play. And, if a man be better in fich ware,

Perhaps- you wonder whence this friendship What great advantage must it give the fair!

spring's Cur wool from la ubs of innocence proceeds:

Between the Weavers and us Play-house Kings ; Eilas come from maggots, callicoes from weeds : Pallas fira taight us Poetry and Spinning ;

But Wit and Weaving had the fame beginning ; Hence 'tis by fad experience that we find Ladies in filks to vapours much inci's

* Archbishop King. And what are they but maggots in the mind? † A reet famous for Wocllen Manufueur Vol. V.


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And, next, observe how this alliance fits,
For Weavers now are just as poor as Wits ;
Their brother quill-meo, workers for the stage,
For forry, uff can get a crown a page;
But Weavers will bo kinder to the Players,
And sell for twenty-pence a yard of theirs.
And, to your knowledge, there is often less in
The Poet's wit, than in the Player's dressing.

| Ye knowing Fair, how eminert that bed,
Where the Chintze diamonds with the Silkes

Where rutling curtains cal} the curious eye,
And boat the itreals and paintings of the thy!
Cf flocks they 'd have your milky ticking full;
And all this for the benent of woo)!
“ But where,” say they, “ shall we below

those Weaver),
That spread our streets, and are such piteous

" cravers ?
The Silk-worms (trittle beings !) prone to fate,
Demand their care to make their webs complter
There may they tend, their promises receive;
We cannot pay 140 much for what shey give!

On the preceding Prologue and E, ilogue,

Fæmirco gereri tribuantur."

THE Mufes, whom the richest folks array,

'T's so old, and io ugly, and yet so conv:.


ON GAULSTOWN HOUSE. The percil clothes the Nine in bright brocades, And gives each colour to the piciorul maids;

BY DR. DELANY*. Far above mortal-dress the filters thine,

VIS Pride in their hidian robes, and mun be fine.

riert, And thall two Bards in concert rhyme and hutt, You 're sometimes in pleasure, though often in And fret these Mules with their Play-house iluft?

pain in 't : The Player in mimic piety may fiorm, 'Tis so large, you may lodge a few friends with Deplore the Comb, and bid her Heroes arm :

cafe in 't; 'The arbitrary mob, in paltry rage,

You may turn and stretch at your lengih if you May curse the Belles and Chintzes of the age :

please in 't: Yet fill the Artist Worın her Silk thall N.are, 'Tis so little, the family live in a press in ", And spin her thread of life in service of the ia'r. And poor Lady Bettyt kas scarce room to dres The Cotton-plant, whom fotire cannot blait,

in 't : Shall bloom the favourite of these realins, and 'Tis fo cold in the winter, you can't bear to lie

laft; Like yours, ye Fair, her fame from censure | And so hot in the summer, you 're ready to fry grows,

in't : Prevails in charms, and glares above her foes : 'Tis so brittle, 'two:old scarce bear the weight of Your injur'd plant hall meet a loud delence,

a tu ; And be the emblem of your inincerca,

Yet fo Maurich, thut it keeps out a gr at deal of fun: Some Bard, perhaps, whoic la.idlerd was a 'Tis so crazy, the weather with cale beats quite Weaver,

through it, Penn'd the low Prologue, to return a livour : And you 're forc d every year in some part ts Some ncighbour Wit, that would be in the

renew it. vogue,

'Tis fo ugly, so useful, so big, and so little ; Work'd with his friend, and wove the Epilogue. 'Tis fo flaunch, and so crazy, so strong, and so Who weaves the chaplet, or provides the bays,

brittle; For fuch Wool-gathering Sonuetteers as thele? 'Tis at or o time fo bot, and another fo cold; Hence then, ye hemic-jun Widings, that per It is part of the new, and part of the old ; fuade

It is just half a blefling, and jur half a curlem Miss Chloe to the fashion of her maid,

I wish thr, dear George; it were butter a Shall the coide Hoop, that siandard of the town,

Thus acı fub ervient to a Poplin Gown?
Who doell of wool all over? 'i'is enough
The under-putticoat be made of stuff.

Lord! to be wrapt in tannel jult in May,
When the fields drus’ul in towers appear so

Part of a Summer spent at Guilfiown- Heufe. gay!

HALIA, tell in solver lays,
And thall not Mils be to-ver'/a> well as they?
In what wcak colours would the plaid ap-

thir days :
Work'd to a cuilt, or ftudded in a chair!

* 1. seme of George Rochlori, l4. fusker i The ikin, that vies with thi, would fret with greeable fet of frica.ls fjer: furt of the former v

the Earl of Beleidere); chere Dr. Swift mos Itufi ;

1721. Cr who could boar in bod a thing fo rough?

+ D.ughter to the Eurl of Drogheda, and it wife of vi. Rochful.

Ir, Kochfurt.

, , Deang, pals

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