A LOVE SONG, IN THE MODERN TASTE. 1733. FLUT I. LUTTERING fpread thy purple pinions, I a flave in thy dominions; Nature must give way to art. II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, III. Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping IV. Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers; V. Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors, VI. Mournful VI. Mournful cyprefs, verdant willow, VII. Melancholy smooth Meander, With thy flowery chaplets crown'd. VIII. Thus when Philomela drooping Softly feeks her filent mate, See the bird of Juno stooping; Melody refigns to fate. On the Words BROTHER PROTESTANTS, and FELLOW CHRISTIANS, So familiarly used by the Advocates for the Repeal of the TEST-ACT in IRELAND. N inundation, fays the fable, 1733. O'erflow'd a farmer's barn and stable; Uniting Uniting all, to fhew their amity, A ball of new-dropt horfe's dung, Thus Lamb, renown'd for cutting corns, "Not for the world-we doctors, brother, "Sir, we the ministers of state." Thus at the bar the blockhead Bettefworth, But But maggots in your nose and chin While o'er the church these clouds are gathering, To call a fwarm of lice his brethren? As Mofes, by divine advice, In Egypt turn'd the duft to lice; And as our fects, by all defcriptions, Have hearts more harden'd than Egyptians; As from the trodden duft they spring, To nourish vermin, may be bit. THE THE YAHOO'S OVERTHROW; OR, THE KEVAN BAYL'S NEW BALLAD, UPON SERJEANT KITE'S INSULTING THE DEAN. To the Tune of " Derry down." TOLLY boys of St. Kevan's, St. Patrick's, Donore, JOLLY And Smithfield, I'll tell you, if not told before, How Betterworth, that booby, and fcoundrel in grain, Hath infulted us all by infulting the Dean. Knock him down, down, down, knock him down. The Dean and his merits we every one know; But this fkip of a Lawyer, where the De'el did he grow? How greater his merit at Four Courts or House, Than the barking of Towzer, or leap of a loufe? Knock him down, &c. That he came from the Temple, his morals do fhow; But where his deep law is, few mortals yet know: His rhetoric, bombaft, filly jefts, are by far More like to lampooning, than pleading at bar. Knock him down, &c. This pedlar, at fpeaking and making of laws, Hath met with returns of all forts but applause; Has, with noife and odd geftures, been prating fome years, What honefter folks never durft for their ears. Knock him down, &c. Of |