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Britain, by thee we fell, ungrateful ine! Discnurag'd youths ! now all their hopes mult Not by thy valour, but superior guile ;
Oh! that I had been apostle to the Swiss,
Combiu'd in arms, they had their foes defied, Lo! infideliiy return'd again!
And kept their liberty, or bravely died. Freedomn and virtue in thy fons I found,
Thou still with tyrants in succellion curtt, Who now in vice and Navery are drown'd. The last invaders trampling on the firit :
By faith and prayer, this cro: er in my hand, Now fondly hope for some reverse of fate,
Virtue herfeli would now return too late.
With omens oft I strove to warn thy swains, Soon It all thy fons (the time is juft a: hand)
When, for the use of no Hiberaian born, With restless beak thy blooming fruit to spoil, Shall rise one blade of grass, one cor or corn; To din thine ears with unbarmonious clack, When tells and leather fall for money pass, And haunt thy holy wails in white and black. Nor thy oppreiling lords afford thee brassi. What else are those thou seest ia bishop's geer,
But all turn leafers to that mongrel breed, Who crop the nurseries of learning here; Who, from thec sprung, yet on thy vitals feed; Aspiring, greedy, full of senseless prate,
Who to yon ravenous ine thy treafires bear, Devour the church, and chatter to the state ? And wate in luxury thy harvests there;
As you grew more degenerate and hase, For pride and ignorance a proverb grown, I sent you millions of the croaking race;.
The jeft of wits, and to the court unknown, Emblems of insects vile, who spread their spawn I scorn thy spurious and degenerate live, Through all thy land, in armour, fur, and lawn; And from this hour my patronage roliga. A nauseous brood, that kills your senate walla, And in tlie chambers of your viceroy crawls !
Ses, where that new-devouring vermin runs, Sent in my anger from the land of Huns ! With harpy-claws it undermines the ground, On Reading Dr. YCUNG's Satires And sudden spreads a numerous offspring round. T'l' amphibious tyrant, with his ravenous band, Drains all thy la es of fi?, of fruits thy land.
THE UNIVERSAL PASSION,
By schich he 97.cans Fride
there be truth in what you fiug, And blelings equally on all bestows. Here, froin the neighbouringnursery of arts,
A minister fo flld with zeal The ftud:uis, drinking, rais'd their wit and
And wisdom for the common-weal: parts ;
If hef who in the chair preides Here, for an aşı azd more, improv'd thcir vein, So steadily the fenaiu Guides : Their Phwebus I, my spring tireir Hippocrese,
li others, whom you make your theine, * St. Patrick arrived in I cians in the year 421, Are feconds in the glorious scheme : ard completed the conversion of the natives, w'1h It every peer whom you com merd. had been bepun by Palladius and others. A d, To worth and learning be a friend : as bishop Nicholson objerues, Irelanul foon beere the lit this be truth, as you atteit, funiain of learning, 11 which all the Western Writ. What land wa: ever half so blert. ijuns, as well as the Erglish, hd recourse, rzet cm. No falsehood now among the great, by for it,hu10's in the princioles of religion, biet Aad tradeinen now no longer cleat ; in all forss of literature, viz. Logencü e: jcholafticæ eru tizicnis gruiia. Irish ED.
* Wiod, ruireus project in 1724. Irish Ed. † There are no snaše", wiersor toads, in tres The absentees, who spent the inconie of their land; anal ever frogs were rol known here until Iris eftates, places, and fenfions, in England obcui sia yo::r 1700. The maglies calefliert lime Irish ED. before; and the Norw.v rats force. Txisi . * Sir Robert Wulpele, afterwards Earl of Gre
The University of Dublin, coiled Trinity Col. ford. lege, was founded by Quien Einbera in 1591. + Sir Spercer Comfter, then speaker, afterparti IRISR E..
Euri of it'iminglono
I'll vote for my landlord, to whom I pay rebt,
Now on the bench fair Justice Mines,
From London they come, flly people to chouse, Her scale to neither fide inclines ;
Their lands and their faces unknown: Now Pride and Cruelty are fown,
Who'd vote a rogue into the parliament-house, And Mercy here exalts her throne :
That would turn a man out of his own?
A D V I C E
GRUB STREET VERSE-WRITERS. If this be trut, then how much more
1726. When you have ram'd at lea' a score Of courtiers, cach is their degree,
YE poets ragged and forlorn, li porble, as good as he ?
Down froin your garrets haste > Or take it in a different view.
Ye rhymers dead as foon as born, lak (if what you say be true)
Not yet confign’d to paste; If you affir an the present age
I know a trick to make you thrive ; Duferves your satire's keenest rage :
O, 'tis a quaint device : Ii that saine uriversal pollice.
Your ftill-born poems thall revive, With every vice hatt fill'd the nation :
And icorn to wrap up spice. If virtue dares not venture down
Get all your verses printed fair, A single step beneath the crown :
Then let them well be dried ; Ii clergymen, to thew their wit,
And Curll must have a special care
To leave the margin wide.
Lend these to paper-sparing * Pope;
And when he fits to write, As will retrieve a los estate :
No letter with an envelope If law be such a partial whore,
Could give him more delight. To spare the rich, and plague the poor :
When pe has fillid the margins round, li there be of all crimes the worst,
Why then recall your loan; What land was ever half so curit?
Scll the in to Curll for fifty pound,
And swear they are your own. THE DOG AND THIEF.
TO A LADY, 1726.
Whedefirod the Author to write feme Verfer upor VOTH the thief to the dog, let me into
her in te Hero's Style. your door, And I'll give you these delicate bits.
Written at London in 1726. Quotha the dog, I shall then be more villain than you're,
Tell what have I to write? And beides must be out of my wits.
Every error I could find Your delicate bits will not ferve me a meal,
Through the mazes of your
inind, But my maiter each day gives me bread;
Have my busy Muse employ'd You'll fly, when you get what you came here to
Till the company was cloy'd. steal,
Are you positive and fretful, And I must be hang’d in your stead.
Heedles, ignorant, forgetful?
Thore, and twenty follies more, The ftock-jobber thus from 'Change-alley goes have otten told before.
Heariten what my lady says :
Have I nothing then to praise ?
Il} it fits you to be witty,
Where a fault thould move your pity. Bay: the freemau, your guinea to-night would be
* The original copy of Mr. Pote's celebrated transYour offers of bribery cease :
lation of Homer (prelazilin the British Mufium)
is almeji entirely writion on the covers of letters, may forfeit
and sometimes between the lines of ine letters theme lease, my
Or elfe I
If you think me too conceited,
You would teach me to be wise ;
But it was decreed by fate
Bred a fondling and an heiress,
Thus you have my case at large,
But, I beg, suspend a while
Sing my pinile in fträin sublime :
Think it wit to'ficer and gibe?
With good words, and countenance Spriezer,
Think not cards my chief diverfion :
Now, methinks, I hear you cry,
Though you lead a blameless life,
may be your debtor;
Schokrs, when good senfe describing,
To conclude this long etray;
Eurft, the osłen fible ariter of The Craftsman. This
as all the parish kitows, rdly can be grave in prose: II to lain, and lashing Imile, befits a lofty tiyle. om the planet of my birth ncounter vice with ini. th. icked minifters of state an easier scorn than haté : dI find it answers right; vra torments them more than-spight. the vices of a court but ferve to make me sport. ere l in some foreign realm, hich all vices overwhelm ; · vuld a monkey wear a crown, f! tremble at his frown? uld I not, through all his ermine, ; the strutting, chattering vermin? ely write a smart lampeon),
expose the brisk baboon* ? When my Mufe officious ventures the nation's representers; aching by what galler rules oknaves they turn their fools : w the helm iš rul'd by Walpole, whose oars, like Naves, they all pull ; (the vessel split on thelves; ith the freight enrich themselves : e within my little wherry, I their madness makes me merry : te the watermen of Thames, ow by, and call them names ; ce the ever-laughing hage, a jeft I spend my rage Lough it must be understood, would bang them, if I could); I can but fill my nitch, attempt no higher pitch ; ave to D'Anvers and his mate axims wife to rule the atate. ulteney deep, accomplish'd St. Johns, ourge the villains with a vengeance : it me, though the smell be noilome, rip their bums; let tCaleb hoise 'em; hen apply Alecto's whip, ill they wriggle, bowl, and skip, Deuce is in you, Mr. Dean : What can all this pasion mean? lention courts ! you 'll ne'er be quiet la corruptions running riot. nd as it be fits your ftation : oine to use and application : for with senares keep a fuss. submit; and answer thus :
If the machinations brewing, o complete the public ruin, rever once could bave the power, Confect me half an hour ; This poem fer an obvious reason, has beer mu
editions. N. † Caleb D' Anvers was the name assumed by Amunfortuna:e man was reglected by his roble patrors,
Sooner would I write in bukins,
your eloquence will scarce
Thus, I find it by experiment,
I, who love to have a fling
If I treat you like a crowii'd-head,
* The formcus thief, who, wilt on his trial at the Old Bailey, Jlabbe.? Jonuithur Hild, N.
+ « Ridiculum acri, &c.
end died in want and obfcurity. N.
Have you seen a rocket fly?
Thus we both shall gain our prize :
Every flower languid seems,
A LETTER TO THE DEAN,
A YOUNG LADY'S COMPLAINT, .
The Stay of the DEAN in ENGLAND.
1726. LOW, ye Zephyrs, gentle gales ;
Gently fill the swelling fails. Neptune, with thy trident long, Trident three-sork'd, trident itrong ; And ye Nereids fair and gay, Fairer than the rose in May, Nereids living in deep caveig. Gently wat.'d with gentle waves ; Nereidls, Neptune, lullaseep Ruffing fiorns, and ruffed deep; All around, in pompous state, On this richer Argo wait : Argo, bring my Golden Fleece ; Argo, bring him to his Greece.' Will Carlenus longer stay? Come, Cadenus, coine away ; Come with all the hafte of love, Come unto thy tur:le-dove. The ripen'd cherry on the tree Hangs, and only bangs for thee; Luiscious peaches, mellow pears, Ceres with her yellow cars, And the grape, both red and wbite, Grape inspiring just delight; Allare ripe, and courting fue To be pirick'd and vreii'd by you. Pinks have lost their blooming red, Denniy dog th: ir drvoping head;
WHEN IN E.GLAND. 1726.
For sending rhyme instead of prose,
While you are trudging London town, I'm strolling Dublin up and down ; While you converle with lords are dukes, I have their betters here, my books : Fix'd in an elbow-chair at eare, I choose companions as I please, I'd rather have one lingle thelf Than all my friends, except yourself; For, after all that can be said, Our heft acquaintance are the dead. While you 're in raptures with Faustina; I'm charm'd at home with our She lina. While you are itarving there in tiate, l’ın cramming here with butchers meat. You say, when with those lords you dine, They treat you wish the best of wine, Burgundy, Cyprus, a: d Tokay ; Why so can we, as well as they. No reason then, my dear good Dean, But you
Tould travel home again. Whar though you may n't in Ireland hope To find such folk as Gay and Pope; If you with rhymers here would Mare But half the wit that you can spare, I'd lay twelve eggs, that, in twelve days, You'd make a dozen of Popes and Gays.
Our weather 's good, our iky is clear; We've every iny, it you were here ; So lofty and so bright a lky Was never seen by Ireland's eye! I think it fit to let you know, This week I shall to Quilca go; To see M'Fayder's horny brothers First suck, and after bull their mothers; To fee, alas, my wither'd trees! To see what all the courtry lees! My ftunted quicks, my familh'd beeves, My fervants such a pack of thieves ;
* Signora Fax.ira, a famous Italian farger,