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Unless, like the Dutch, you rather would boil
This coiner of raps * in a cauldron of oil.
Then chuse which you please, and let each bring a

For our fear's at an end with the death of the mag-




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in no very good repair, where the suppo-
sed author, and some of his friends, spent
a summer in the year 1725.

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ET me thy properties explain

A rotten cabbin, dropping rain :
Chimneys with scorn rejecting smoke ;
Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke.
Here elements have lost their uses,
Air ripens not, nor earth produces ;
In vain we


Sheelah * toil,
Fire will not roast, nor water boil.
Through all the valleys, hills, and plains,
The goddess Want in triumph reigns;
And her chief officers of state,
Sloth, Dirt, and Theft, around * her wait

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* A cant-word in Ireland for a counterfeit halfpenny.

An Irith name.


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HORACE, ODE 14. Book 1. paraphrased,

and inscribed to IRELAND.

Written in the year 1725-6.


Poor floating ise, tofsid on ill fortune's waves,
Ordain'd by fate to be the land of Naves ;
Shall moving Delos now deep-rooted stand;
Thou, fix'd of old, be now the moving land?
Although the metaphor be worn and stale,
Betwixt a state, and vessel under fail;
Let me suppose thee for a ship a while,
And thus address thee in the sailor's style.

UNhappy thip,

thou art

return'd in vain:


New waves shall drive thee to the deep a

gain. Look to thyself, and be no more the sport 2. Of giddy winds, but make some friendly port. 3. Loft are thy oars, that us'd thy course to guide,

Like faithful counsellors on either side. 4 Thy mast, which like some aged patriot stood

The fingle pillar for his country's good,

1. O navis, referent in mare te novi

Fluetus. 2.

Fortiter occupa

Portum. 3. Nudum remigio latus. 4. _M-Malus celeri saucius Africo.

To lead thee, as a staff directs the blind,

Behold it cracks by yon rough eastern wind. 5. Your cables burst, and you must quickly feel

The waves impetuous enter at your keel.
Thus, commonwealths receive a foreign yoke,

When the strong cords of union once are broke; 6. Torn by a sudden tempeft is thy fail.

Expanded to invite a milder gale.

As when some writer in a public cause
His pen to save a sinking nation draws,
While all is calm, his arguments prevail ;
The people's voice expands his paper fail;
Till pow'r discharging all her stormy bags,
Flutters the feeble pamphlet into rags.
The nation scar'd, the author doom'd to death,
Who fondly put his trust in pop'lar breath.

A larger sacrifice in vain you vow; 7. There's not a pow'r above will help you now :

A nation thus, who oft heav'n's call neglects,

In vain from injur'd heav'n relief expects. 8. 'Twill not avail, when thy strong fides are

That thy descent is from the British oak ;
Or, when your name and family you boast,
From fleets triumphant o'er the Gallic coaft.
Such was Ierne's claim, as just as thine,
Her fons descended from the British line;


- Ac fine funibus.
Vix durare carina
Polint imperiofius

Æquor ?
6. Non tibi sunt integrá lintea.
7. Non dii, quos iterum presa voces malo.
8. Quamvis Pontica pinus,

Sylvæ filia nobilis.


Her matchless fons, whose valour still remains
On French records for twenty long campaigns :
Yet from an empress now a captive grown,
She fav'd Britannia's rights, and lost her own.

9. In ships decayd no mariner confides,

Lur’d by the gilded stern and painted fides;
Yet at a ball unthinking fools delight
In the gay trappings of a birthday night :
They on the bold brocades and fátins ravid,

And quite forgot their country was inslav’d. 10. Dear veffel, ftill be to thy fteerage just;

Nor change thy course with ev'ry sudden gust.
Like supple patriots of the modern fort,

Who turn with ev'ry gale that blows from court. 11.

Weary and sea-fick when in thee confin'd,
Now for thy safety cares distract my mind;
As those who long have stood the stornis of


Retire, yet still bemoan their country's fate.
Beware, and when you hear the surges roar,
Avoid the rocks on Britain's angry shore,
They lie, alas! too easy to be found;
For thee alone they lie the island round.

9. Nil pielis timidus na vita puppibus. 10. Fidit; tu, nifi ventis

Debes ludibrium, cave.
11. Nuper solicitum quæ mihi tædium,

Nunc defiderium, curaque non levis,
Interfusa nitentes
Vites a quora Cycladas.

On reading Dr. Young's fatires called the

means PRIDE.

Written in the year 1726.

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F there be truth in what you fing,

Such godlike virtues in the King;
A minister * so fill'd with zeal
And wisdom for the common weal :
If het who in the chair presides,
So steadily the senate guides :
If others whom you make your theme,
Are feconds in this glorious scheme :
If ev'ry peer whom you commend,
To worth and learning be a friend :
If this be truth, as you attest,
What land was ever half so bleft?
No falsehood now among the great,
And tradesmen now no longer cheat ;
Now on the bench fair Justice shines
Her scale to neither side inclines ;
Now Pride and cruelty are flown,
And Mercy here exalts her throne.


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* Sir Robert Walpole. He was prime minister of state to King George I. and II. for above twenty years. He was made a knight of the Bath in May 1725, and a Knight of the Gärter in May 1726 ; was created Earl of Oxford in Eebruary 1742, and died March 18, 1745

+ Sir Spencer Compton, the Speaker of the house of Commons at that time. · He created Baron of Wilmington of Sussex, January 11, 1727. and Ear) of Wilmington, May 14. 1730. He died first Commiffioner of the Treasury, July 2. 1743.


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