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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 ;

fail :
Britain, with shame, confess this land of mine Condemnd to country cottages and ale;
First taught thee bumao knowledge and divine;* | To foreign frelates inake a slavih court,
My prelates and my students, fent from hence, And by their sweat procure a mean support :
Made your fons converts both to God and sense : Or, for the clasicks, read “ Th’ Attorney's
Not like the pastors of thy ravenous breed,

Guide ;)
Who come to ticece the fiocks, and not to feed. Collect exeise, or wait upon the tide.
Wretched lerne! with what grief I see

Oh! that I had been apostle to the Swiss,
The fatal changes Time hath made on thee ! Oa hardy Scot, or any land but this :
The Chriftian rites I introduc'd in vain :

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,
I drove the venom'd serpent from thy land;

Virtue herfeli would now return too late.
The shepherd in his bower might noep or singt, Not balf thy course of misery is run,
Nor dread the adder's tooth, nor scorpion's sting. Thy greateli evils yet are scarce begun.

With omens oft I strove to warn thy swains, Soon It all thy fons (the time is juft a: hand)
Omens, the types of thy impending chains. Be all made captives in their native land;
I sent the magpie from the British foil,

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,
Where is the fly well that bore my name?

By schich he 97.cans Fride
Hled to the fountain back, from whence it came !
Fair Freedom's coblem once, which smoothly

1726.
Hows,

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..

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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?
For such is good example's power.
It does its office every hour,
Where governors are good and wife;
Or else the trueit maxim lyes :
For fo we fir.d all ancient tages

A D V I C E
Decree, tbat, ad exemplum regis,
Through all the realm his virtues run,
Ripening and kindling like the sun,

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
Praise clafficks inore than holy writ:

To leave the margin wide.
Ii bankrupts, when they are undone,
Into the senate-house can run,

Lend these to paper-sparing * Pope;
And sell their votes at such arate

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 :
And tips you the freeman a wink;

Have I nothing then to praise ?
Let me have but your vote to serve for the town,
And here is a guinea to drink.

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

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If you think me too conceited,
Or to passion quickly heated;
If my wandering head be less
Set on reading than on drefs ;
If I always seem too dull e'ye;
I can folve the difficulty.

You would teach me to be wise ;
Truth and lionour how to prize ;
How to mine in conversation,
And with credit fill my station;
How to relish notions high;
How to live, and how to die.

But it was decreed by fate
Mr. Dean, you come too late,
Well I know, you can discern,
I am now oo old to learn :
Follies, from my youth infill?d,
Have my soul entirely fill'a ;
In my head and heart they center,
Nor will let your lotions enter,

Bred a fondling and an heiress,
Dreft like any Lady Mayoress,
Cocker'd by the servants round,
Was too good to touch the ground;
Thought the life of every lady
Should be one continual play-day~"
Balls, and masquerades, and hows,
Visits, plays, and powder'd beaux.

Thus you have my case at large,
And may now perform your charge.
Thofe materials i have furnishid,
When by you refind and burnith'd,
Must, that all the world'may know 'em,
Be reduc'd into a Poem.

But, I beg, suspend a while
That same paltry, burlefque style ;
Drop for once your constant rule,
Turning all to ridicule;
Teaching others how to ape you ;
Court nor Parliament can cape you ;
Trcat tlie publick and your friends
Both alike, while neither mends.

Sing my pinile in fträin sublime :
Treat me not with doggrel rhyme...,
'Tis but jutt, you should product,
With each fault, each fault's excuse;
Not to publish every trille,
And my few perfections life.'
Witly fome gifts at least endový me,
Which my very focs allow me,
Am I spightful, proud, unjuft?
Did I ever break iny trutt?
Which of all our modern dames
Censures less, or less de ames?
In good manners am I faulty?
Can you call me ride my haughty?
Did I e'er my mite withhold
From the impotent and old ?
When did ever 1 onit.
Due regard for men of wit?
When haye i eficem expriz'd
For a coxcontb gaily dru.???
Do I, like the female tribe,

Think it wit to'ficer and gibe?
Who with less designing ends
Kindlier entertains thcir friends;

With good words, and countenance Spriezer,
Strives to treat them more polirciy!

Think not cards my chief diverfion :
'Tis a wrong, unjuft afperfon :
Never knew I any good in 'em;
But to dose my head like lundárks.
We by play, as men loy drinking,
Pass our nights, to drive out thinking.
From my ailments give me leisure,
I fall read and think with pleasure ;
Conversation learn to relish,
And with books my mind embellish,

Now, methinks, I hear you cry,
Mr. Dean, you must reply.
· Madam, I allow 'tis true :
All thete praises are your due.
You, like fome acute philosopher,
Every fault have drawn a gloss over ;
Placing in the fironigest light
All your virtues to my fight.

Though you lead a blameless life,
Are an humble prudent wife,
Answer all domestic ends ;
What is this to us your friends ?
Though your children by a nod
Staad in awe without a rod ;,
Though, by your obliging sway,
Servants love you, and obey ;
Though you treat us with a smile i
Clear your looks, and smooth your ftyle;
Load our plates from every dish;
This is not the thing we with.
Colonel

may be your debtor;
We expect employment better.
You must learn, if you would gain us,
With good sense to entertain us.

Schokrs, when good senfe describing,
Call it tajling and inbibing :
Metaphoric incat and drink,
Is to understand and think :
We may oqrve for others thus;
And let otiers carve for us :
To discourft and to attench
Is to help yourseli apud friend.
Conversation is bui ar virgi
(arve for all, yourself is starving:
Give no more to every gliett,
Than he's able to digest;
Give liim always of the prime,
Aud but little at a time,
Cuir ve to all but just enough;
Let them neither farve nor stuff:
And, that you may luave your due,
Let your neighbours carce for you.
This comparison will hold,
Could it well in rhyme be told
How converfing, listening, thinking,
Juftly may refeinble drinking
For a friend a glass you fill,
What is this but to instill...

To conclude this long etray;
Pardon, if I disobey ;
Nor, against my natural vein,
Treat you in heroic strain,

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,
Mournful elegies on * Blueskins.
If I laugh at Whig and Tory,
I conclude, a forzieri,
All

your eloquence will scarce
Drive me from my favourite farce.
This i muft infift on: ior, as
It is well observed by +Horace,
Ridicule hath greater power
To reform the world, than four.
Horses thus, let jockies judge else,
Switches better guide than cudgels,
Bastings heavy, dry, obtuse,
Only dulnets can produce ;
While a little gertle-jerking
Sets the spirits all a-working.

Thus, I find it by experiment,
Scolding moves you less than inerriment.
I nay ttorm and rage in vain;
It but Itupiies your brain,
But with raillery to nettle,
Sets your thoughts upon their mettle ;
Gives imagination scope ;
Never lets the mind elope ;
Drives out brangling and contention,
Bring, in reason and invention.
For your sake, as well as mine,
I the loity style decline,
I should make a fgure scurvy,
And your head turn topsy-turvy.

I, who love to have a fling
Both at fenate-house and king ;
That they might fome better way tread,
To avoid the public hatred;
Thought no method more commodious,
Than to Mew their vices odious;
Which I chose to make appear,
Not by anger, but a sneer.
As my method of reforming
Is by laughing, not by storming
(For my friends bave always thought
T'enderness my greatest fault);
Would you have me change my style?
On your faults no longer smile ;
But, to patch up all our quarrels,
Quote you texts from Plutarch’s Morals ;
Or froin Solomon produce
Maxims teachiag Wisdom's use?

If I treat you like a crowii'd-head,
You have cbeap enough compounded;
Can you put in higher clains,
Than the owners of St. James ?
You are not so great a grievance,
As the hireling; of St. Stephen's,
You are of a lower class
Tban my friend Sir Robert Brafs,
None of these bave mercy found;
I have laugh, and lar'd them round.

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* 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.

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Have you seen a rocket fly?
You would swear it pierc'd the sky :
It but reach'd the middle air,
Bursting into pieces there:
Thousand sparkles falling down
Light on many a coxcomb's crown;
See what mirth the sport creates ;
Singes hair, but breaks no pates.
Thus, thould I attempt to climb,
Treat you in a style sublinte,
Such a rocket is my Muse :
Should I lofty numbers choose,
Ere I reach'd Parnassus top,
I Mould burst, and bursting drop:
All my fire would fall in fcraps ;
Give your head some gentle raps ;
Only make it sinart awhile :
Then could I forbear to smile,
When I found the tingling pain
Entering warm your frigid brain;
Make you able upon sght
To decide of wrong and right;
Talk with sense whate'er you please on;
Learn to relish truth and reason?

Thus we both shall gain our prize :
to laugh, and you grow wise.

Every flower languid seems,
Wants the colour of thiy bcanis,
Beams of wondrous force and power,
Beams reviving cuery tower.
Come, Cadenus, bless once more,
Bless again thy natire More;
Bless again this drooping ise,
Make its weeping beauties smile,
Beauties that thine abience mourn,
Beauties wishing thy return.
Come, Cadenus, come with halle,
Come before the winter's blatt ;
Swifter thao the lightring fly ;
Orl, like Vanessa, die.

A LETTER TO THE DEAN,

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A YOUNG LADY'S COMPLAINT, .

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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.
OU will excuse me, I suppose,

For sending rhyme instead of prose,
Becaute hot weather makes me lazy ;
To write in metre is more easy,

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,

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