VII. What a pother has here been with Wood and his brass, The new halfpennies, With more fafety to rob on the road I advise: PROMETHEUS. On Wood * the patentee's Irish halfpence. A Written in the year 1724. I. S when the 'fquire and tinker, Wood, Together mingled in a mass Smith's duft, and copper, lead, and brass; So, to confound this hated coin, With equal intreft, equal Spite; * See an account of Wood's project in the Drapier's letters, vol. iii. Together mingled in a lump, A ftrange event! whom gold incites Troops of all tongues and nations mufter: Whole crouds about its brazen firings. 30 II. THERE is a chain let down from Jove, But faften'd to his throne above, So ftrong that from the lower end, This chain, as antient poets hold, 35 When Jove was young, was made of gold. Prometheus once this chain purloin'd, Diffolv'd, and into money coin'd; Jove stood amaz'd; but, looking round, 'Twas plain he could no longer hold The world in any chain but gold; 50 * A great lady was said to have been bribed by Wood. And to the god of wealth his brother, Sent Mercury to get another. PROMETHEUS on a rock is laid, Ty'd with a chain himself had made, On icy Caucafus to shiver, While vultures eat his growing liver. III. YE pow'rs of Grubftreet, make me able Discreetly to apply this fable; Say, who is to be understood 55 By that old thief Prometheus? WOOD. 60 This thief and blacksmith was fo bold, BUT Jove will foon convert, I hope, 65 70 75 For want of vultures, we have crows. *STREPHON AND FLAVIA. 7ITH ev'ry lady in the land WITH Soft Strephon kept a pother; One year he languifh'd for one hand, Yet when his love the fhepherd told To Flavia fair and coy, ̈ Referv'd, demure, than fnow more cold, Late at a ball he own'd his pain: She blush'd, and frown'd, and swore, At laft fhe vow'd she would not ftay; He fwore the should not fly. Enrag'd, she call'd her footman strait, THIS NN A. Written in the year 1712. HIS day (the year I dare not tell) Into the world Corinna fell, And he endow'd her with his art. But Cupid with a Satyr comes; Both foftly to the cradle creep; Both ftroke her hands, and rub her gums, The world all feel her fcratch and bite. Her talent fhe difplay'd betimes; For in twice twelve revolving moons She feem'd to laugh and fquall in rhymes, At fix years old the fubtle jade Stole to the pantry-door, and found 157 15 And you may fwear the tale went round. 20 Was kifs'd and flober'd by a lad; And how when Master went to p Mifs came, and peep'd at all he had. At twelve a wit, and a coquette; Marries for love, half whore, half wife; Cuckolds, elops, and runs in debt ; Turns auth'refs, and is Curl's for life. Her common place-book all gallant is, Of fcandal now a cornucopia ; She pours it out in Atalantis *, Or memoirs of the New Utopia. *The QUID NUNCKI'S: 25 30 A tale occafioned by the death of the Duke Regent of FRANCE. HOW vain are mortal man's endeavours! (Said at Dame Elleot's +, Mafter Tr-s); Good Orleans dead! in truth 'tis hard: Oh! may all statesmen die prepar'd! I do forefee (and for foreseeing He equals any man in being) VOL. VI. may 5 be con The Atalantis was written by Mrs Manley; and fidered as a pander for the stews, who gains admittance into good company by a genteel appearance, and good addrefs. Hawkej. A coffeehouse near St. James's. |