Into whofe pocket valiant Willy put,

Will foon fubdue the realm of Lilliput.

A fkilful critick juftly blames

Hard, tough, crank, guttural, harfh, ftiff names.
́The sense can ne'er be too jejune,

But smooth your words to fit the tune.
Hanover may do well enough,

But George and Brunswick are too rough:
Heffe-Darmstadt makes a rugged found,
And Guelp the strongest ear will wound.
In vain are all attempts from Germany,
To find out proper words for harmony:
And yet I muft.except the Rhine,
Because it clinks to Caroline.

Hail! Queen of Britain, Queen of rhymes 1
Be fung ten hundred thousand times!
Too happy were the poets' crew,
If their own happiness they knew:
Three fyllables did never meet
So foft, fo fliding, and fo fweet:
Nine other tuneful words like that
Would prove ev'n Homer's numbers flat.
Behold three beauteous vowels ftand,
With bridegroom liquids, hand in hand;
In concord here for ever fix'd,
No jarring confonant betwixt.
May Caroline continue long,
For ever fair and young!
What though the royal cârcase must,
Squeez'd in a coffin, turn to duft;

in fong.

Thofe

Those elements her name compofe,
Like atoms, are exempt from blows.

Though Caroline may fill your gaps,
Yet ftill you must confult your maps;
Find rivers with harmonious names,
Sabrina, Medway, and the Thames.
Britannia long will wear like steel,
But Albion's cliffs are out at heel;
And patience can endure no more
To hear the Belgic lion roar.

Give up the phrase of haughty Gaul,
But proud Iberia foundly maul:
Reftore the fhips by Philip taken,

And make him crouch to fave his bacon.
Naffau, who got the name of Glorious
Because he never was victorious,
A hanger-on has always been;
For old acquaintance bring him in.
To Walpole you might lend a line,
But much I fear he 's in decline;
And, if you chance to come too late,
When he goes out, you share his fate,
And bear the new fucceffor's frown;
Or, whom you once fang up, fing down.
Reject with fcorn that stupid notion,
To praise your hero for devotion;
Nor entertain a thought fo odd,
That princes should believe in God;
But follow the fecureft rule,
And turn it all to ridicule :

"Tis grown

the choiceft wit at Court,

And gives the maids of honour sport.
For, fince they talk'd with Doctor Clarke,
They now can venture in the dark :
That found Divine the truth hath spoke all,
And pawn'd his word, hell is not local.
This will not give them half the trouble
Of bargains fold, or meanings double.
Suppofing now your fong is done,
To Mvnheer Handel next you run,
Who artfully will pare and prune
Your words to fome Italian tune:
Then print it in the largest letter,
With capitals, the more the better.
Prefent it boldly on your knee,
And take a guinea for your fee.

BOUTS RIMÉ S.

ON SIGNORA DOMITILLA.

OUR fchool-mafter may rave i'th' fit

Of claffic beauty bæc & illa,

Not all his birch infpires fuch wit
As th' ogling beams of Domitilla.
Let nobles toast, in bright champain,
Nymphs higher born than Domitilla;
I'll drink her health, again, again,
In Berkeley's tar, or fars-parilla.

At Goodman's-Fields I 've much admir'd
"The poftures ftrange of Monfieur Brilla;
But what are they to the soft step,
The gliding air, of Domitilla?
Virgil has eterniz'd in song

The flying footsteps of Camilla :
Sure, as a prophet, he was wrong;

.

He might have dreamt of Domitilla.

Great Theodofe condemn'd a town

For thinking ill of his Placilla,
And deuce take London, if fume knight
O' th' city wed not Domitilla!

Wheeler, Sir George, in travels wife,
Gives us a medal of Plantilla ;

But O! the empress has not eyes,

Nor lips, nor breast, like Domitilla.

Not all the wealth of plunder'd Italy,
Pil'd on the mules of king At-tila,
Is worth one glove (I'll not tell a bit a lie)
Or garter, fnatch'd from Domitilla.

Five years a nymph at certain hamlet,
Y-cleped Harrow of the Hill, a-

'bus'd much my heart, and was a damn'd let
To verfe but now for Domitilla.

Dan Pope configns Belinda's watch
To the fair Sylphid Momentilla,

And thus I offer up my catch.

To th' fnow-white hands of Domitilla.

HELTER

HELTER

SKELTER;

OR,

The HUE and CR Y after the ATTORNIES,

upon their riding the CIRCUIT.

NOW the active

young

attornies

Briskly travel on their journies,

Looking big as any giants,

On the horses of their clients,
Like fo many little Mars's
With their tilters at their a-s,
Brazen-hilted, lately burnish'd,
And with harness-buckles furnish'd,
And with whips and spurs fo neat,
And with jockey-coats compleat,
And with boots fo very greasy,
And with faddles eke so easy,
And with bridles fine and gay,
Bridles borrow'd for a day,
Bridles deftin'd far to roam,
Ah! never, never to come home.
And with hats so very big, Sir,
And with powder'd caps and wigs, Sir,
And with ruffles to be fhewn,

Cambrick ruffles not their own,

And with Holland fhirts fo white,

Shirts becoming to the fight,

VOL. II.

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