The DESCRIPTION of an IRISH FEAST, ́Translated almoft literally out of the Original Irish. 1720. ROURK'S noble fare will ne'er be forgot, OR By those who were there, or thofe who were not. His revels to keep, we fup and we dine On seven score fheep, fat bullocks, and fwine. * A wooden veffel. + Handkerchief. An Irish oath. To To fhew I don't flinch, fill the bowl up again; What stabs and what cuts, what clattering of flicks; AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG To the tune of, "Packington's Pound.” BROCADOS and damasks, and tabbies, and gawses, Are by Robert Ballentine lately brought over, With forty things more: now hear what the law fars, Whoe'er will not wear them, is not the king's lover. Irish for a woman. +Daggers or fhort-fwords. Propofal for the univerfal ufe of Irish manufactures, for which Waters the printer was feverely profecured. Though VOL. I. Though a printer and dean Seditiously mean Our true Irish hearts from old England to wean; In England the dead in woollen are clad, The dean and his printer then let us cry fye on; To be cloath'd like a carcafe, would make a Teague mad, Since a living dog better is than a dead lion. Our wives they grow fullen At wearing of woollen, And all we poor fhop-keepers must our horns pull in. Then we 'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters, In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters. Whoever our trading with England would hinder, Our noble grand jury, When they faw the dean's book, they were in a great fury: They would buy English filks for their wives and their daughters, In spite of his deanship and journeyman Waters. This wicked rogue Waters, who always is finning, And before torum nobus so oft' has been call'd, Henceforward fhall print neither pamphlets nor linen, And, if fwearing can do't, shall be swingingly mawl'd: .5 And And as for the dean, You know whom I mean, If the printer will peach him, he 'll scarce come off clean. Then we 'll buy English filks for our wives and our daughters, In fpite of his deanship and journeyman Waters. THE PROGRESS OF BEAUTY. 1720. WHEN firft Diana leaves her bed, Vapours and steams her look disgrace, A frowzy dirty-colour'd red Sits on her cloudy wrinkled face : But by degrees, when mounted high, Down from her window in the sky, Her fpots are gone, her vifage clears. 'Twixt earthly females and the moon To fee her from her pillow rife, All reeking in a cloudy fteam, Crack'd lips, foul teeth, and gummy eyes, Three colours, black, and red, and white, For inftance, when the lily skips All her complexion safe and found; The black, which would not be confin'd, A more inferior station feeks, Leaving the fiery red behind, And mingles in her muddy cheeks. 'But Celia can with eafe reduce, By help of pencil, paint, and brush, Each colour to its place and ufe, And teach her cheeks again to blush. She knows her early felf no more, As other painters oft' adore The workmanship of their own hands. Thus, after four important hours, Say, which among the heavenly powers Venus, indulgent to her kind, Gave women all their hearts could wish, When firft she taught them where to find White-lead and Lufitanian difh. |