He has vamp'd an old fpeech, and the court, to their

forrow,

Shall hear him harangue against Prior to-morrow.
When once he begins, he never will flinch,

But repeats the fame note a whole day, like a Finch.
I have heard all the speech repeated by Hoppy,
And, “ Mistakes to prevent, I've obtained a copy.”

THE SPEECH.

WHEREAS, notwithstanding, I am in great pain, To hear we are making a peace without Spain; But, moft noble Senators, 'tis a great shame, There should be a peace, while I'm Not-in-game. The duke fhew'd me all his fine house; and the dutchefs From her closet brought out a full purfe in her clutches, I talk'd of a peace, and they both gave a start, His grace fwore by G-d, and her grace let a f-t:: My long old-fashion'd pocket was presently cramm'd; And fooner than vote for a peace I'll be damn'd. But fome will cry Turn-coat, and rip up old stories, How I always pretended to be for the Tories: I anfwer; the Tories were in my good graces,. Till all my relations were put into places.

But ftill I'm in principle ever the fame,

And will quit my best friends, while I'm Not in-gamer. When I and fome others fubfcribed our names

To a plot for expelling my mafter king James;

I withdrew

I withdrew my fubfcription by help of a blot,
And fo might discover or gain by the plot :
I had my advantage and stood at defiance,
For Daniel was got from the den of the lions:
I came in without danger, and was I to blame?
For, rather than hang, I would be Not-in-game.

I fwore to the Queen, that the prince of Hanover
During her facred life would never come over :
I made ufe of a trope; that" an heir to invite,
"Was like keeping her monument always in fight."
But, when I thought proper, I alter'd my note;
And in her own hearing I boldly did vote,
That her Majefty flood in great need of a Tutor,
And must have an old or a young Coadjutor :
For why; I would fain have put all in a flame,
Because, for fome reasons, I was Not-in-game.

Now my new benefactors have brought me about, And I'll vote against Peace, with Spain, or without : Though the Court gives my nephews, and brothers, and coufins,

And all my whole family, places by dozens;

Yet, fince I know where a full-purse may be found,
And hardly pay eighteen-pence tax in the pound:
Since the Tories have thus difappointed my hopes,
And will neither regard my figures nor tropes ;

I'll speech against peace while Dismal 's my name,

And be a true Whig, while I am Not-in-game.

THE

THE WINDSOR PROPHECY *. 1711.

HEN a holy black Swede, the fon of Bob †,

WH

With a faint at his chin, and a seal ‡ at his fob, Shall not fee one § New-year's-day in that year, Then let old Englond make good chear : Windfor and Briftow then fhall be Joined together in the Low-countrée ||. Then shall the tall black Daventry Bird** Speak against peace right many a word;

* It is faid, that Queen Anne had nominated Dr. Swift to an English bishoprick; which was oppofed by Dr. Sharp, archbishop of York, and the dutchefs of Somerset, who had prevailed on his grace to go with her to the queen to lay afide the nomination, which her majesty refused; but, the dutchefs falling on her knees, and fhewing the above prophecy to her majefty, the bishoprick was given to another. See p. 93.

+ Dr. John Robinson, bishop of Bristol, one of the plenipotentiaries at Utrecht..

He was dean of Windsor, and lord privy feal.

§ The New Style (which was not used in GreatBritain and Ireland till 1752) was then obferved in moft parts of Europe. The bishop set out from England the latter end of December, O. S.; and, on his arrival at Utrecht, by the variation of the ftyle, he found January somewhat advanced.

Alluding to the deanry and bifhoprick being poffeffed by the fame person, then at Utrecht.

Earl of Nottingham.

And

And fome shall admire his conying wit,

For many good groats his tongue shall slit.
But, fpight of the Harpy that crawls on all four,
There fhall be peace, pardie, and war no more.
Bat England muft cry alack and well-a-day,
If the fick be taken from the dead fea.
And, dear England, if aught I understond,
Beware of Carrots from Northumberland.
Carrots fown Thynne † a deep root may get,
If fo be they are in Somer set:

Their Conyngs mark thou; for I have been told,
They affaffine when young, and poison when old.
Root out these Carrots, O thou §, whose name
Is backwards and forwards always the fame;
And keep close to thee always that name,
Which backwards and forwards

is almoft the fame.

And, England, wouldst thou be happy ftill,
Bury those Carrots under a Hill **.

*The dutchefs of Somerfet.

Thomas Thynne of Longleate, efq; a gentleman of very great estate, married the above lady after the death: of her first husband Henry Cavendish earl of Ogle, only fon to Henry duke of Newcastle, to whom she had been betrothed in her infancy.

Count Koningsmark.

ANNA.

MASHAM.

Lady Masham's maiden name was Hill.

EPIGRAM.

EPIGRA M.

1712.

As

S Thomas was cudgel'd one day by his wife,

He took to the street, and fled for his life: Tom's three dearest friends came by in the fquabble,

And fav'd him at once from the fhrew and the rabble;
Then ventur'd to give him fome fober advice
But Tom is a perfon of honour fo nice,

Too wife to take counsel, to proud to take warning, That he fent to all three a challenge next morning: Three duels he fought, thrice ventur'd his life; Went home, and was cudgel'd again by his wife.

CORINN A. 1712.

TH

HIS day (the year I dare not tell)
Apollo play'd the midwife's part;

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,
While the poor child lay fast sleep.

Then Cupid thus: This litle maid

Of Love shall always fpeak and write. And I pronounce (the Satyr faid)

The world fhall feel her fcratch, and bite,

Her