VI.

Then too, ialas ! when she shall tear

The lines fome younger rival sends ; She 'll give me leave to write, I fear,

And we shall ftill continue friends.

VII.
For, as our different ages move,

'Tis so ordain'd, (would Fate but mend it!) That I shall be past making love,

When the begins to comprehend it.

PARTIAL

F A M E.

I.

T

HE sturdy Man, if he in love obtains,

In open pomp and triumph reigns : The subtile Woman, if the should succeed, Disowns the honour of the deed.

II.

Though He, for all his boast, is forc'd to yield,
Though She can always keep the field :
He vaunts his conquests, the conceals her.shame ;
How Partial is the voice of Fame !

For the PLAN of a FOUNTAIN,

ON WHICH IS

The Effigies of the Queen on a Triumphal Arch; The Figure of the Duke of MARLBOROUGH beneath;

AND

The chief Rivers of the World round the whole Work.

YE

E active streams, where-e'er your waters flow,

Let distant climes and furthest nations know, What

ye

from Thames and Danube have been taught, How Anne commanded, and how Marlborough fought.

Quæcunque æterno properatis, flumina, lapfu,
Divisis latè terris, populifque remotis,
Dicite, nam vobis Tamefis narravit & Ister,
Anna quid imperiis potuit, quid Marlburus armis..

THE

CAMELEO N..

AS

S the Cameleon, who is known

To have no colours of his own;
But borrow, from his neighbour's hue
His white or black, his green or. blue ;
And struts as inuch in ready light,
Which credit gives him upon fight,
As if the rain-bow were in tail
Settled on him and his heirs male;

So

So the young squire, when first he comes
From country

school to Will's or Tom's,
And equally, in truth, is fit
To be a statesman, or a wit ;
Without one notion of his own,
He saunters wildly up and down,
Till some acquaintance, good or bad,
Takes notice of a staring lad,
Adinits him in among

the

gang ;
They jeft, reply, dispute, harangue :
He acts and talks, as they befriend him,
Smear’d with the colours which they lend him.

Thus, merely as his fortune chances,
His merit or his vice advances.

If haply he the sect pursues,
That read and comment upon news ;
He takes up their mysterious face;
He drinks his coffee without lace ;
This week his mimic tongue runs o'er
What they have said the week before i
His wisdom sets all Europe right,
And teaches Marlborough when to fight.

Or if it be his fate to meet
With folks who have more wealth than wit ;
He loves cheap port, and double bub;
And settles in the Hum-drum club :
He learns how stocks will fall or rise;
Holds poverty the greatest vice;
Thinks wit the bane of conversation ;
And says that learning spoils a nation.

But

But if, at first, he minds his hits,
And drinks champaign among the wits;
Five deep he toasts the towering lasses ;
Repeats you verses wrote on glasses;
Is in the chair ; prescribes the law;
And lies with those he never saw.

MERRY

AN DR EW.

SL LY Merry Andrew, the last Southwark-fair

(At Barthol'mew he did not much appear, So peevish was the edict of the mayor); At Southwark therefore, as his 'tricks he show'd, To please our masters, and his friends the croud; A huge neat's-tongue he in his right-hand held, His left was with a good black-pudding fill’d. With a grave look, in this odd equipage, The clownish mimic traverses the stage. Why how now, Andrew! cries his brother droll; To-day's conceit, methinks, is something dull : Come on, sir, to our worthy friends explain, What does your emblematic worship mean? Quoth Andrew, Honest English let'us speak : Your emble-(what d' ye call 't) is heathen Greek. To torgue or pudding thou hast no pretence : Learning thy talent is, but mine is sense. That busy fool I was, which thou art now; Desirous to correct, not knowing how ; With very good delign, but little wit, Blaming or praising things, as I thought fit,

I for this conduct had what I deserv'd;
And, dealing honestly, was almoit starv'd.
But, thanks to my indulgent stars, I eat;
Since I have found the secret to be great.
0, dearest Andrew, says the humble droll,
Henceforth may I obey, and thou control;
Provided thou impart thy useful skill.
Bow then, says Andrew; and, for once, I will. ---
Be of your patron's mind, whate'er he says;
Sleep very much ; think little ; and talk less :
Mind neither good nor bad, nor right nor wrong;
But eat your pudding, slave; and hold your tongue.

A reverend prelate stopt his coach and fix,
To laugh a little at our Andrew's tricks.
But, when he heard him give this golden rule,
Drive on (he cried); this fellow is no fool.

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a

DEAR Thomas, didst thou never pop

Thy head into a tin-man's shop?
There, Thomas, didst thou never sec
('Tis but by way of simile)
A squirrel spend his little

rage,
In jumping round a rowling cage';
The cage, as either side turn'd up,
Striking a ring of bells at top?

Mov'd in the orb, pleas’d with the chimes,
The foolish creature thinks he climbs: