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Cantor & auditor, fimili languore foluti,

Leniter ad tremulos contremuêre modos.

Ha tibi erant artes; hinc tu fpolia, Itale, larga
Fers Tramontanas, prædo canorus, opes.
Hactenus aftutè - fed cum noftra arma laceffis,
Et cæftus tractas, & grave Martis opus;
Non tulit hoc Britonum vulgus, genus acre virorum,
Eftuat at ftomachans pectore cuique furor :
Cerdo, Auriga, Faber, Lanio, Armentarius, omnes
Exardent validas conferuiffe manus ;

Omnes exardent: reliquis fors prætulit unum,
Prodit uterque pugil, congrediturque ferox ;

Brachia jactatá fruftrà movet Italus arte,
Stat folidus contra vique animifque Brito.
Attonitumque hoftem premit irrequietus, & urgent
Genua, pedes, cubiti, dextra, finiftra, caput.
Inftans præcipitem Victor volvitque revolvitque ;
Et mugit, feftâ voce remugit lö.

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Se

Se tali quondam felix virtute fuorum

Extulit ad fummos Martia Roma Deos:

Nunc ftudiis mutata, animifque imbellis & armis, Mollitiis fefe luxuriæque dedit.

Nec minus antiqui facundia quæritur ævi,

Et

quæ

Romano vena lepore fluit:

Expulit has nova Roma foras. En! fub Lare quali Ingenuos fpargit Claffica Mufa fales! Degeneres nil facta Patrum, nil scripta morantur Italici ; funt Vox, prætereaque nibil.`

W

The Same English'd.

E've entertain'd th' Italian Strollers here, We've lent their Mufic no unwilling Ear; Cuzzoni warbling mov'd our Youths' Defire, And Senefini set our Nymphs on Fire. We've recogniz'd their vocal Empire long, And dy'd obfequious to the dying Song.

Their Tramontani Bubbles hence they fpoil,

Hence the melodious Sharpers fleece our Ifle;
Their Triumph This-But when our Arms they
[dare,
And clench the Fift, and tempt the Boxing War,
Indignant Rage our warm Plebeians fires,
(To fing's Italian, but to fight is Theirs!)
Stalls, Shambles, Shops they quit, and pour away,
Enquire the Challenger, and ask the Fray:
All ardent ask: but 'tis referv'd for one.

The Champions enter'd, and the Fight begun.
And what can now thy Skill, fond Stranger, do,
Thy boasted Skill, against a British Foe?

He moves intrepid, and refiftless throws

From Feet, Hands, Head, at once, whole Storms [of Blows,

And rushes on Thee, like an Host of Foes:

'Till fell'd, and rais'd, and baffled o'er and o'er, Thou proftrate ly'ft, and own'ft the Victor's Pow'r While twenty thousand Tös round proclaim,

And echoing Domes refound the Briton's Fame.

Of

Oft with fuch Shouts fhook Rome's Imperial

When her heroic Sons had Hearts like ours.

[Tow'rs,

But, nor the Arms nor Arts of antient Times, Are cherish'd now in Her degen'rate Climes: Her fripp'ry Scenes the Claffic Mufe have fear'd, And fee, beneath what Roofs is Terence heard! How chang'd is Rome from that which Rome has What once was Heroe, now is Harlequin;

[been!

Old Wit is banish'd with the good old Tongue, And Air and Echo reign where Maro fung.

To a Gentleman, upon receiving One Guinea, to be oblig'd to pay him Ten on Marriage.

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To bribe my very Heart;

Against my self to gain me o'er,

Is

your peculiar Art.

II. I

II.

I tremble at the Part I chufe,

And hope the Part I fhun; Happy, if I am doom'd to lofe, But if I win, undone.

III.

May Fortune, ever Foe to me,

Her Favour ftill with-hold:

And now, as she is wont, decree
That I may lofe my Gold.

IV.

So fhall I, quite against her Will,
The wanted Bleffing find;

And, while fhe meditates my Ill,

Deceive her to be kind.

V.

And oh may Love, to urge the Cheat,

Affert his mighty Sway;

And

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