Why should we then to London run,
And quit our chearful country fun

For bufinefs, dirt, and smoke?
Can we, by changing place and air,
Ourselves get rid of, or our care?
In troth 'tis all a joke.

Care climbs proud fhips of mightiest force,
And mounts behind the General's horse,
Outftrips huffars and pandours;
Far fwifter than the bounding hind,
Swifter than clouds before the wind,
Or Cope before th' Highlanders.

*

A man, when once he's fafely chofe,
Should laugh at all his threatening foes,

Nor think of future evil;

Each good has its attendant ill;

A feat is no bad thing, but ftill
Elections are the devil.

Its gifts, with hand impartial, Heav'n
Divides to Orford it was giv'n

To die in full-blown glory;
To Bath indeed a longer date,
But then with unrelenting hate

Purfu'd by Whig and Tory.

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* General Cope, in the year 1745, had made a very precipitate retreat, before the rebel army, from Prefton Panno to' Haddington,'

The gods to you with bounteous hand

Have granted feats, and parks, and land;
Brocades and filks you wear;

With claret and ragouts you treat,

Six neighing fteeds, with nimble feet,
Whirl on your gilded car.

To me they've giv'n a small retreat,
Good port and mutton, beft of meat,

With broad-cloth on my shoulders,

A foul that scorns a dirty job,

Loves a good rhyme, and hates a mob,

I mean who a' n't freeholders.

THE WAY TO BE WISE.

IMITATED FROM LA FONTAINE.

BY THE SAME.

POOR

OR Jenny, am'rous, young, and gay, Having by man been led aftray,

To nunn'ry dark retir'd;

There liv'd, and look'd fo like a maid,

So feldom eat, fo often pray'd,

She was by all admir'd.

The lady Abbefs oft would cry,
If any fifter trod awry,

Or prov'd an idle flattern;
See wife and pious mrs. Jane,
A life fo ftrict, fo grave a mien,
Is fure a worthy pattern.

pert young flut at length replies, Experience, madam, makes folks wife,

'Tis that has made her fuch;

And we, poor fouls, no doubt fhou'd be

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As pious, and as wife, as fhe,

If we had feen as much.

PIPE OF TOBACCO:

IN IMITATION OF

SIX SEVERAL AUTHORS

BY ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE, ESQ.

IMITATION I.

[COLLEY CIBBER, POET LAUREAT.}

Laudes egregii Cæfaris

Culpá deterere ingení.

A NEW YEAR'S ODE.

RECITATIVO.'

OLD Battle-array, big with horror, is filed,

HOR.

And olive-rob'd Peace again lifts up her head. Sing, ye Mufes, TOBACCO, the bleffing of peace; Was ever a nation fo bleffed as this?

* Born 1705; dyed 1760%

AIR.

When fummer funs grow red with heat,
TOBACCO tempers Phoebus' ire,
When wintry ftorms around us beat,
TOBACCO chears with gentle fire.
Yellow autumn, youthful fpring,
In thy praifes jointly fing.

RECITATIVO.

ΤΟ

Like NEPTUNE, CAESAR guards VIRGINIA fleets,

Fraught with TOBACCO's balmy sweets: Old Ocean trembles at BRITANNIA's pow', And Boreas is afraid to roar.

AIR.

Happy mortal! he who knows 15

Pleafure which a PIPE bestows;

Curling eddies climb the room,

Wafting round a mild perfume.

RECITATIVO.

Let foreign climes the vine and orange boat, While waftes of war deform the teeming coaft; 20 BRITANNIA, distant from each hoftile found, Enjoys a PIPE, with eafe and freedom crown'd E'en reftlefs Faction finds itself most free,

Or if a flave, a flave to Liberty.