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This was dextrous at his trowel,
that steals a shedp;
Laftly, let his gifts be try'd,
In him tell me which prevail,
Robin, who ne'er his mind could fix
Young Harry, as all Europe knows,
Old Robin, all his youth a sloven,
TO BETTY THE GRIZETTE.
1730. - ROBIN AND HARRY*.
UEEN of wit and beauty, Betty! R OBIN to beggars, with a curse,
Never may the Muse forget ye: Throws the last milling in his purse ; How thy face charms every Nepherd, Ard, when the coachman comes for pay,
Spotted over li e a leopard !
And thy freckled neck, display'd,
Like a fly-blown cake of tallow,
Or on parchment ink turn'd yellow ;
Or a tawny speckled pippin,
And, thy beauty thus dispatch’d,
Lef me praise thy wit unmatch'd.
Sets of phrases, cut and dry, Much talking is not Harry's vice;
Evermore thy tongue supply. Je need not tell a story twice :
And thy neincry is loaded And, if he always be to thrifty,
With old foi aps from plays exploded : His fund may lait to five and fity.
Stock'd with repartees and jokes, It so fell out, that cautious Harry,
Suited to all christian folks ; As soldiers use, for love must marry,
Shreds of wit, and senseless rhymes, And, with his dame, the ocean croit ;
Blunder'd out a thousand times. (All for Love, or the World well Loft !) Repairs a cabin gone to rudi,
Nor wilt thou of giits be sparing,
Which can ne'er be worse for wearing : luit big enough to fhelter two in ; Ard in his house, it any body come,
Picking wit among collegians,
In the play-houfe upper regions;
Where, in cighteen-penny gallery,
Irish nymphs learn Irish raillery:
But thy merit is thy failing, While Harry's fencing up his ditches.
And thy raillery is railing.
Thus with talents well endued
To be fcurrilous and rude ; * Sers of Dr. Leslie. Harry was a felonel in the when you pertly raise your snout, Spanish fersace. Sct above, p. 397.
Fleer, and gibe, and laugh, and flout ;
This among Hibernian asses
DEATH AND DAPHNE.
EUT EXTREMELY LEAN. 1730.
At Pluto's hall his court to pay :
A confult of coquettes below
Thus furni't'd out, he fent bis train
But Death had business to dispatch ;
| Fine as a colonel of the guards,
To visit where the sate at cards ; She, as he came into the room, Thought him Adonis in his bloom. Ard now her bicart with pleasure jur.p}; She scarce remembers what is trumps ; For such a shape of skin and bone Was never seen, except her own : Charm’d with his eyes, and chin, and snoot, Her pocket-class drew flily out; And grew enamour'd with her pbiz, As just the counterpart of his. She darted many a private glance, And freely made the firft advance ; Was of her beauty grown so vain, She doubted not to win the wair. Nothing te thought could sooner gain him, Than with her wit to entertain him. She ak'd about her friends below; This meagre fop, that batter'd beau : Whether tome late departed toasts Had got gallants among the ghosts? If Chloe were a ft.arper still As great as ever at quadrille ? (The ladies there must needs be rooks; For cards, we know, are Pluto's books) If: Florimel had found her love, For whom she hung'd herself abort? How oft a week was kept a ball By Proferpine at Pluto's hall? She fancied those Elyfan fhades The sweetest place for masquerades : How pleasant, on the banks of Styx, To troll it in a coach and fix !
What pride a female heart infiames ! How endless are ambition's aims ! Cease, haughty nymph; the Fates decree. Death must not be a ipouse for thee : For, when by chance the meagre shade Upon thy hand his finger laid, Thy band as dry and cold as lead, His matrimonial spirit fed ; He felt about his heart a damp, That quite extinguish'd Cupid': lamp ; Away the frighted spectre scuds, And leaves my lady in the suds.
And, where she is most familiar,
Send me hence ten thousand miles, 'rom a face that always siniles: lone could ever act that part, ut a Fury in her heart. 'e who bate such inconfiftence, *o be easy, keep your diftance; rin folly 1till befriend her, ut have no concern to mend her. ose not time to contradict her, or endeavour to convict her. ever take it in your thought, hat he'll own, or cure a fault. 110 contradiction warm her ; hen, perhaps, you may reform her: nly take this rule along, lways to advise her wrong; rul reprove her when she's right; te may then grow wise for spight. Non that scheme will ne'er succeed, he has better learnt her creed : le is too cunning, and too kilful, 'hen to yield, and when be wilful. ature holds her forth two mirrors, ne for truth, and one for errors : hat looks hideous, fierce, and frightful ; his is flattering and delightful : bat she throws away as foul ; is by this, to dress her soul.
Thus you have the case in view, aphne, 'twixt the Dean and you. caven forbid he should deipise thee! ut will never more advise thee.
For birds, if ancient tale: be true,
Here fome shrewd critick finds I'm caught,
Long had he study'd in the Woud,
This fx'd him in his Patron's breast, But fr' with envy all the rest : I mean ihat noisy craving crew, Who round the Court inceffant tew, And prey'd like rooks, by pairs and dozcas, To fll the maws of fons and coulins : “ Unmov'd their heart, and chill'd thcir blood, « To every thought of common good, “ Confining every hope and care's To their own low contracted sphere. These ran him down with ceaseless cry, But found it hard to tell you why, Till his own worth and wit supply'd Sufcient matter to deride : “ 'Tis Envy's fafeft, lvielt rule, ~ To hide her rage in ridicule : “ The vulgar eye she best beguiles, “ When all her snakes are deck'd with smiles ;' Sardonic smiles, by rancour rais'd! “ Tormented most when seeming pleas'd!” Their spight had more than half expir'd, Had he not wrote what all adınird; What morsels had their malice wanted, Put that he built, and plann'd, and planted!
THE PHEASANT AND THE LARK,
- A ZABLE. BY DR, DELANY, 173o.
Quis inique Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat fe ?"
Juv. N ancient times, as bards indite, (li clerks have conn'd the records right) Piacock reign’d, whose glorious sway is subjects with delight obey: is tuil was beauteous to behold, eplete with goodly eyes and gold air emblem of that monarch's guise, hose train at once is rich and wie). rd princely rul'd he many regions, ind siatermen wife, and valiant legions.
A Pheasant Lord, above the rett, With every grace and talent bleft, as sent to fway, with all his skill, he sceptre of a neighbouring hilli. Loicicnce was to him unknown, or all the arts were all his own : 3 all the living learned read, louglı more delighted with the dead:
Lord Carteret, lord lieutenant of Irelard, * Irolurd,
* A famous modern architet, + Dr. Dolary.
How bad his sense and learning griev'd them, His brethren's ferviie souls disdaining,
He liv'd indignant and complaining:
(It seems the Lark had been his scholar, « Envy defames, as harpies vile
À favourite scholar always near him, “ Devour the food they first deile."
And oft' had wak'd whole nights to bear him): Now ask the fruit of all his favour
Enrag'd he canvasses the matter, « He was not hitherto a faver"
Exposes all their senseless chatter, What then could make their rage run mad? Shews him and them in such a light, “ Why what he hop'd, not what he had. As more enflames, yet quells their spight. “ What tyrant e'er invented ropes,
They hear his voice, and frighted tiy, “ Or racks, or rods, to punish hopes ?
For rage had rais d it very high : • Th' inheritance of Hope and Fame
Sham'd by the wisdom of his Notes, • Is feldom Earthly Wisdom's ain;
They hide their heads, and hush their throats. “ Or, if it were, is not so small," “ But there is room enough for all."
If he but chance to breathe a song (He seldom sang, and never long);
ANSWER TO DR. DELANY'S FABLE The noisy, rude, malignant croud, Where it was high, pronounc'd it loud: Plain Truth was Pride; and what was allier,
PHEASANT AND THE LARK,
N ancient times, the wise were able
Their tale; would always juilly suit
The characters of every brute. They call'd it hoarse and unharmonious :
The ass was dull, the lion brave, Yet so it was to fouls like theirs,
The ftag was swift, the fox a knave; Tunclefs as Abel to the Bears!
The daw a thief, the ape a droll; A Rook* with harih malignant caw
The hound would scen', the wolf would prole 1 Began, was follow'd by a Dawt
A pigeon would, if snown bý Æsop, (Though some, who would be thought to know, Fly from the hawk, or pick his pease up. Are po: tive it was a Crow);
Far otherwise a great Divine Jack Daw was feconded by Tit,
Has learnt his Fables to retine : Toin Titt could write, and so he writ;
He jur bles men and birds together, A tribe of tuneless praters follow,
As if they all were of a feather: The Jay, the Magpie, and the Swallow ;
You see him frst the peacock bring, And twenty more their throats let loose,
Againit all rules, to be a king;
That in his tail he wore his eyes,
A peacock chose for fight and voice :
Did ever mortal see a peacock The Rook in earnest too, not joking,
Attempt a fight above a haycock?
And for his tnging, Doétor, you know,
It frightens all the village boys, " Who did no ill, could have no foe."
This peacock kept a standing force, 8o Wise Simplicity esteemid,
In regiments of foot and horse; Quite otherwise True Wisdom deem'd;
Had ftatesmen too of every kind, This question rightly understood,
Who waited on his eyes behind « What more provokes than doing good? (And this was thought the highest polt; " A foul ennobled and refin'd
For, rule the rump, you rule :he roaft). « Reproaches every baser mind :
The Doctor names but one at present, « As ftrains exalted and melodious
And he of all birds was a pheasant. • Make every meaner mulick odious."
This phzafant was a man of wit, At length the Nightingaleg was heard,
Could read all books were ever writ; For voice and wisdom long reverd,
And, when among companions privy, Eneem'd of all the wise and good,
Could quote you Cicero and Livy, The Guardian Genius of the wood:
Birds, 'as he fays, and I allow, He long in discontent retird,
Were scholars then, as we are now; Yet not obfcur'd, but more admir'd;
Could read all volumes up to folios,
And feed on frica frees and olins.
Dr. Sheridan & Dear Swift. Was Viceroy of a neigbbouring bill ;
And, as he wanderd in his Park,
So, Nightingale and Lark, adieu ; He chanc'd to spy a Clergy I ark;
I see the greatest owls in you
That ever screecht, or ever few.
ON THE IRISH CLUB.
E paltry underlings of state ;
Ye rascals of inferior note,
Who for a dinner fell a vote;
Ye pack of penfonary peers,
Whole fingers itch for poets' ears ; The itrange ftupidity of birds?
Ye bishops far remov'd from saints ; This Lark was bated in the wood,
Why all this rage? Why these complaints ? Because he did his brethren good.
Why againit printers all this noise Atla't the Nightingale comes in,
This summoning of blackguard boys?! To hold the Doctor by the chin :
Why so fagacious in your guesses ? We all can find out what he nieans,
Your efts, and tees, and arrs, and effes? The work of difaffected Deans ;
Take my advice ; to make you safe, Whose wit at best was next to none,
I know a Morter way by balf. And now that little next is gone.
The point is plain : remove the cause ; Again. At the Court is always blabbing,
Defend your liberties and laws. : And calls tlie Senatc-boule a Cabin;
be sometimes to your country true,' So dull, that, but for fpleen and spite,
Have once the public good in view : We neer shou'd know that he could write ;
Bravely defpise Champagne at Court, Who thinks the nation always err'd,
And choose to dine at home with Port : Because himself is not preferr'd :
Let Prelates, by their good behaviour, His heart is through his Libel feen,
Convince us they believe a Saviour; Nor could his malice spare the Queen ;
Nor sell what they so dearly bought, Who, had me known his vile behaviour,
This country, now their own, for nought. Would ne'er have Down him so much favour.
Ne'er did a true fatiric Muse A noble Leird* bath told his pranks,
Virtue or Innocence abuse; And well deserves the nation's thanks.
And 'tis against poetic rules Oh! would the Senate deign to show
To rail at men by nature fools :
THE PROGRESS OF MARRIAGE*.
A rich Divine* began to woo
A handsome, young, imperious girl,
Nearly related to an Earl.
Her parents and her friends consent,
The couple to the temple went: But in the praise of virtue is dumb:
They firit invite the Cyprian queen ; That Scribbler laih, who neither knows
'Twas answer'd, “ She would not be seen :" The turn of verse, nor flyle of profe ;
The Graces next, and all the Muses,
Were bid in form, but feat excufes.
Juno attended at the porch,
With farthing-candle for a torch ; One clincher more, and I have done,
While mittress Iris beld her train, I end my labours with a pun.
The faded low distilling rain.
Then Hehe came, and took her place,
But shew'd nó we than half her face.
Whate'er those dire forebodings meant, * L. Aller, the same who is meant by Traulus. D.s. In mirth the wedding-day was spent; † A Dublin Gärretteer. | Sce a new fong on a sediticus pamphlet, p. 310.
* The date, and hero of this poem are unknown. N. Vol. V.