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This was dextrous at his trowel,
That was bred to kill a cow well;
Hence the greasy clumsy mien
In his drets and figure feen ;
Hence the mean and fordid soul,
Like his body, rank and foul;
Hence that wild suspicious peep,
Like
rogue

that steals a shedp;
Hence he learnt the butcher's guile,
How to cut your throat and finile ;
Like a butcher, doom'd for lite
In bis mouth to wear his knife;
Hence he draws his daily food
From his tenants' vital blcod.

Laftly, let his gifts be try'd,
Borrow'd from the mason's fide ;
Some perhaps may think him able
In the state to build a Babel;
Could we place him in a station
l'o deftroy the old foundition.
True indeed, I fould be gladder,
Could he Icarn to mount a ladder.
May he at his latter end
Mount alive, and dead descend!

In him tell me which prevail,
female viçes moft, or male ?
What produc'd him, can you tell?
{uman race, (imps of rell?

Robin, who ne'er his mind could fix
To live withont a coach and fix,
To patch his broken fortunes, found
A mistress worth tve thousand pound;
Swears he could get her in an hour,
If Gafier Harry would endow her;
And sell, to pacify his wrath,
A birth-right for a mess of broth.

Young Harry, as all Europe knows,
Was long the quintessence of beaux;
But, when espous'd, he ran the rate
That must attend the marry'd ftate;
From gold brocade and shinirg armour,
Was metamorphosd to a farmer;
His grazier's coat with dirt besmear'd;
Nor twice a week will save his beard,

Old Robin, all his youth a sloven,
At fifty-two, when he grew loving,
Clad in a coat of paduasoy,
A fiaxen wig, and waiticoat gay,
Powder'd from shoulder down to fiank,
In courtly ftyle addresses Frank;
Twice ten years older than his wife:
Is doom'd to be a beau for life;
Supplying thofe defects by dress,
Which I must leave the world to guess,

TO BETTY THE GRIZETTE.

Q

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 !
The rogue mult call another day.

And thy freckled neck, display'd,
Grave Harry, when the poor are pressing, Envy breeds in every maid,
Gives them a penny, and God's blelling ;

Like a fly-blown cake of tallow,
But, always careful of the main,

Or on parchment ink turn'd yellow ;
Vith two-pence left, walks home in rain.

Or a tawny speckled pippin,
Robin. from noon to nigbt, will prate, Shrivel'd with a winter's keeping.
Ruos-out'in tongue, as in estate :

And, thy beauty thus dispatch’d,
And, ere a twelvemonth and a day,
Will not have one new thing to say.

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;
Will make them welcome to his modicum;

Where, in cighteen-penny gallery,
Where Goody Julia milks the cows,
And boils potatoes for her spouse ;

Irish nymphs learn Irish raillery:
Or dearns his hose, or mends his breeches,

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
J or fheer wit and humour pasiese
Thus indulgent Chloe, hit,
Swears you have a world of wit,

DEATH AND DAPHNE.
TO AN AGREEABLE YOUNG LADY,

EUT EXTREMELY LEAN. 1730.
EATH went upon a solemn day

At Pluto's hall his court to pay :
The phantom, having humbly kiit
His grily monarch's footy fitt,
Tretented him the weekly bills
Of doctors, fevers, plagues, and pills,
Pluto, observing lince the peace
The burial-article decrease,
And, vext to see affairs miscarry,
Declar'd in council, Death must marry;
Yow'd he no longer could support
Old batchelors about bis court;
The interest of his realm had need
That Death frould get a numerous breed ;
Young Deathlings, who, by practice made
I'roficient in their father's trade,
With colonies might ftock around
His large dominions under ground,

A confult of coquettes below
Was call'd, to rig him out a beau :
Trom her own bead Megara takes
A periwig of twiled snakes ;
Which in the nicest fashion cnri'd
(Like tourets of this upper world),
With four of sulphur poy der'd well,
That graceful on his it oulders fell;
An adder of the fable kind
Ja line direct hung down behind
The owl, the raven, and the bat,
(lubb'd for a feather to his liat';
His coat, an ufuror's velvet pall,
Bequeath'd to Pluto, corpfe and all,
But, loth bis person to expole
Bare, like a carcase pickt by crows,
A lawyer o'er his hands and face
Stuck artfully a parchment-cafe.
No new-tuxt rake few'd l airer fin;
Nor Phyllis after lying-in.
Witb fuufi w35 fill'd his cbon box
Of thin-!ones rotted by the pox,
Nine spirits of blaspheming fops
With aconite anoint his chops ;
And give bim words of dreadful sounds,
G--- his blood! and brand and w-ds!

Thus furni't'd out, he fent bis train
To ta':e a houfc in Warwick-lane :
The fuccully, his humble friends,
A complimental message sends :
Their prefdent in scarlet gown
Harangu'd, and welcom'd him to town,

But Death had business to dispatch ;
His mind was running on his match.
And, hearing much of Daphne's fame,
His majesty of terrors came,

| 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.

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And, where she is most familiar,
Always peevisher and fillier :
All her spirits in a tiame,
Vhen the knows the 's mort to blame.

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,
Had then their Popes and Homers too,
Could read and write in prose and verse,
And ípeak like ***, and build like Pearce*
He knew their voices, and their wings;
Who snootheft foars, who sweetest fings;
Who toils with ill-fledg'd pens to climb,
And who attain'd the true sublime:
Their merits he could well descry,'
He had so exquifite an eye ;
And when that fail'd, to how than clear,
He had as exquil.te an car.
It chanc'd, as on a day he stray'd,
Beneath an Academic shade,
He lik’d, amidit a thousand throats,
The wildness of a Woodlark'st notes,
And search'd, and spy'd, and seiz'd his game,
And took him home, and made bia tame,
Found him on trial true and able,
So cheer'd ard fed him at bis table.

Here fome shrewd critick finds I'm caught,
And cries out, “Better fed than taughi"-
Then jefts on game and tame, and reads
And jefts ; and so my tale proceeds.

Long had he study'd in the Woud,
Converting with the wife and good;
His frul with harmony inspird,
With love of truth and virtue fir'd ; !
His Brethren's good and Maker's praise
Were all the study o; his lays ;
Were all his study in retreat,
And now employ'd him with the Great.
His friendthip was the sure resort
Of all the wretched at the Court ;
But chietly merit in diftress
His greatett blessing was to bler::-

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.

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How bad his sense and learning griev'd them, His brethren's ferviie souls disdaining,
But that his charity reliev'd them!

He liv'd indignant and complaining:
“ At higheft Worth Jull Malice reaches, They now afresh provoke bis choler
" As nugs pollute the faireft peaches :

(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,
Easy and Friendly was Familiar.

N ancient times, the wise were able
Or, if he tund his lofty lays,
With folemn air to Virtue's praise,

Their tale; would always juilly suit
Alike abusive and erro:eous,

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;
Down to the witless waddling Goose.

That in his tail he wore his eyes,
-Some pick'd at him, foine Hew, some flutter'd, By which he grew both rich and wise.
Some kiss’d, some scream’d, and others mutter'd: Nov, pray, observe the Doctor's choice,
The Crow, on cirrion wont to feaft,

A peacock chose for fight and voice :
The Carrion Crow condemn'd his taste :

Did ever mortal see a peacock The Rook in earnest too, not joking,

Attempt a fight above a haycock?
Swore all bis fngirig was but creaking.

And for his tnging, Doétor, you know,
Some thought they meant to thew their wit, Himself complaind of it to Juno.
Might think to fill but that they writ” He squalls in such a hellith noile,
Could it be spight or envy ?--Nom

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.
TY + Right Hen. Rich. Tighe. This Pheasant, by the Peacoci's will,

Dr. Sheridan & Dear Swift. Was Viceroy of a neigbbouring bill ;

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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
Was taken with his pertou outward,

That ever screecht, or ever few.
Sn prettily he pick'd a cow-nd:
Then in a net the Pheasant caught him,
And in his palace fed and taught bim.
The moral of the Tale is plealant,
Himself the lark, my Lord the pheasant:

ON THE IRISH CLUB.
A lary, he is, and such a lark
As never came from Noali's ark :

E paltry underlings of state ;
And thcugh he had no other notion,

Ye rascals of inferior note,
But building, planning, and devotion;

Who for a dinner fell a vote;
Though'tis a maxin you must know,
Who does 110 ill, can bave no foe;

Ye pack of penfonary peers,
Yet how (halì I express in words

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 :
Refent ment on this public Foe;

But **
Our Nightingale might fit a cage,
There let him ftarve, and vent his rage;
Or, would they but in fetters bind
This enemy of human-kind !
Harmonious Coffeet, now thy zeal,

THE PROGRESS OF MARRIAGE*.
Thy champion for the common-weal:
Nor on a theme like this repine,

A rich Divine* began to woo
For once to wet thy pen divine :

A handsome, young, imperious girl,
Be tow that libeler a lash,

Nearly related to an Earl.
Who daily vends seditious trash;
Who dares revile the nation's wifilom,

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,
W'hosc malice, for the worst of ends,

Were bid in form, but feat excufes.
Would have us lose our English friends;
Who never had one public thought,

Juno attended at the porch,
Nor ever gave the poor a groat.

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,
Jove send this Nightingale may fall,
Who spends his day and Nighe in gall !

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.

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