Nor wanting the dispersive bowl On the Reverend Mr. Laurence Echard's, and Bishop Gilbert Burnet's Hiftories. G [By the Same.] IL's history appears to me A cafe of skeletons well done, His fharp and strong incifion pen And does with lucid skill impart Their hands are fair, their faces fresh; And And from his fweet'ning art derive The SPARROW and DIAMOND. A SONG. [By the Same.] I. Lately faw, what now I fing, Fair Lucia's hand display'd; II. The feather'd play-thing fhe carefs'd, And while it nestled on her breast, III. With chizzel bill a fpark ill fet He loofen'd from the reft, And fwallow'd down to grind his meat, The eafier to digeft. IV. She IV. She feiz'd his bill with wild affright, "Twas gone! fhe ficken'd at the fight, V. The tongue-ty'd knocker none might use, The footmen went without their shoes, The street was laid with ftraw. VI. The doctor us'd his oily art Of strong emetick kind, And engineer'd behind. VII. When phyfick ceas'd to spend its ftore To bring away the stone, Dicky, like people given o'er, Picks up, when let alone. His eyes difpell'd their fickly dews, He peck'd behind his wing; Lucia recov'ring at the news, Relapses for the ring. IX. Mean IX. Meanwhile within her beauteous breast Two different paffions ftrove; When av'rice ended the contest, And triumph'd over love. X. Poor little, pretty, fluttering thing, Who only to repair a ring Could take thy life away! XI. Drive av'rice from your breafts, ye fair, Ye would not let it harbour there, XII. It made a virgin put on guile, JOVE Occafioned by a Loay's faying, that none of the ancient poetical Stories rejected fo much on the Vanity of Women, as that of Phaeton does on the Ambition of Men. OVE for amusement quitted oft his skies, And lov'd (however things in heav'n might go) Miis Semele he pick'd up, as he went, And thought, he pleas'd her to her heart's content. Once known a god, as man he ceas'd to please. Thou, who gav'ft Dædalus his mazy art, Fond Jove, like men, the better to fucceed, What |