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O! ne'er may such a vile machine
she better learn to keep
As mutton cutlets, prime of meats,
curse the careless wench:
Thus finishing his grand survey,
But Vengeance, goddess never fleeping,
# Prima virorura.
I pity wretched Strephon, blind To all the charms of woman-kind.
130 Should I the queen of love refufe, Because the rose from stinking ooze ? To him that looks behind the scene, Statira's but some pocky queen. When Cælia all her glory shows,
135 If Strephon would but stop his nose, Who now so impiously blafphemes Her ointments, daubs, and paints, and creams, Her washes, flops, and every clout, With which he makes so foul a rout;
140 He soon will learn to think like me, And bless his ravish'd 'eye to see Such order from confufion sprung, Such gaudy tulips rais'd from dung.
The POWER OF TIMET
Written in the year 1730.
F neither brass nor marble can withstand
The mortal force of Time's destructive hand ;
The REVOLUTION AT MARKET-HILL.
Written in the year 1730.
Rom diftant regions Fortune fends
An odd triumvirate of friends;
Hither the frantic goddess draws
5 Three fuff 'rers in a ruin'd cause : By faction banish'd here unite, A Dean, a Spaniard t, and a Knight 13 Unite, but on conditions cruel ; The Dean and Spaniard find it too well : Condemn'd to live in service hard; On either fide his Honour's guard, The Dean to guard his Honour's back, Must build a castle at Drumlack |l; The Spaniard, fore againft his will,
15 Mpit raise a fort at. Market-hill, And thus the pair of humble gentry At north and south are posted centry ; While in his lordly castle fixt. The Knight triumphant reigns betwixt : And what the wretches most resent, To be his slaves must pay him rent; Attend him daily as their chief, Decant his winę, and carve his beef, Oh! Fortune ! 'tis a scandal for thiee To smile on those who are least worthy : Weigh but the merits of the three, His Naves have ten times more than he.
PROUD Baronet of Nova Scotia! The Dean and Spaniard must reproach ye: 30 Of their two fames the world enough rings ; Where are tby services and fuff'rings? What if for nothing once you kist, Against the grain, a monarch's fift?
* The author.
Sir Arthur Acheson. i The Irish name of a farm the Dean took, and was to build on, but changed his mind. He called it Drapier's-hill
. Vide the poem so called, p. 342.
What if among the courtly tribe
Come, Spaniard, let us from our farms
50 New-river-walk, with friendly shade Shall keep my host in ambuscade; While you,
from where the bason stands, Shall scale the rampart with
bands. Nor need we doubt the fort to win ;
55 I hold intelligence within. True, Lady Anne no danger fears, Brave as the Upton fan she wears ; Then left upon our first attack Her valiant arm should force us back,
60 And we of all our hopes depriv’d; I have a stratagem contriv'd. By these embroider'd high heeld shoes She shall be caught as in a noose ; So well contriy'd her toes to pinch,
65 She'll not have pow'r to ftir an inch : These gaudy shoes must Hannah | place Direct before her lady's face ; The shoes put on our faithful portress Admits us in to storm the fortress; # My Lady's waiting maid.
While tortur'd Madam bound remains,
80 In vain to frisk or climb he tries; The huntsmen seize the grinning prize.
But let us on our first assault
90 We'll act as other conq'rors do, Divide the realm between us two : Then (let me see) we'll make the Knight Our clerk, for he can read and write ; But must not think, I tell him thar,
95 Like Lorimer I to wear his hat; Yet, when we dine without a friend, We'll place him at the lower end. Madam, whose kill does all in dress lie, May serve to wait on Mrs Leslie; But left it might not be so proper, That her own maid should overtop her; To mortify the creature more, We'll take her heels five inches low'r.
For Hannah, when we have no need of her, 105 "Twill be our intrest to get rid of her: * The butler.
+ The housekeeper. $ The agent.