Unless, like the Dutch, you rather would boil
This coiner of raps * in a cauldron of oil.

Then chufe which you pleafe, and let each bring a faggot,

For our fear's at an end with the death of the maggot.

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To QUILC A.

A COUNTRY-HOUSE of Dr. SHERIDAN, in no very good repair, where the fuppofed author, and some of his friends, spent a fummer in the year 1725.

L

ET me thy properties explain:
A rotten cabbin, dropping rain :
Chimneys with fcorn rejecting fmoke;
Stools, tables, chairs, and bedsteads broke.
Here elements have loft their uses,
Air ripens not, nor earth produces;
In vain we make poor 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

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

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HORACE,

HORACE, ODE 14. BOOK I. paraphrafed, and infcribed to IRELAND.

1.

Written in the year 1725-6.

The INSCRIPTION.

Poor floating ifle, tofs'd on ill fortune's waves,
Ordain'd by fate to be the land of flaves;
Shall moving Delos now deep-rooted ftand;
Thou, fix'd of old, be now the moving land?
Although the metaphor be worn and ftale,
Betwixt a ftate, and veffel under fail;
Let me fuppofe thee for a ship a while,
And thus address thee in the failor's ftyle.

Unhappy fhip, thou art return'd in vain:

New waves fhall drive thee to the deep again.

Look to thyfelf, and be no more the sport

2. Of giddy winds, but make fome friendly port. 3. Loft are thy oars, that us'd thy courfe to guide, Like faithful counfellors on either fide.

4. Thy maft, which like some aged patriot ftood The fingle pillar for his country's good,

Malus celeri faucius Africo.

To lead thee, as a staff directs the blind,
Behold it cracks by yon rough eastern wind.
5. Your cables burft, and you must quickly feel
The waves impetuous enter at your keel.
Thus, commonwealths receive a foreign yoke,
When the ftrong cords of union once are broke;
6. Torn by a fudden tempeft is thy fail.
Expanded to invite a milder gale.

As when fome writer in a public caufe
His pen to fave a finking nation draws,
While all is calm, his arguments prevail;
The people's voice expands his paper fail;
Till pow'r difcharging all her ftormy bags,
Flutters the feeble pamphlet into rags.

The nation fcar'd, the author doom'd to death,
Who fondly put his trust in pop'lar breath.

A larger facrifice 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 ftrong fides are broke.

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

Ac fine funibus.

Vix durare carina

Poffint imperiofius
Equor?

6. Non tibi funt integrá lintea.

7. Non dii, quos iterum preffa voces malo.

8. Quamvis Pontica pinus,"

Sylva filia nobilis.

Her

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

9. In fhips decay'd no mariner confides,
Lur'd by the gilded ftern and painted fides;
Yet at a ball unthinking fools delight

In the gay trappings of a birthday-night :
They on the bold brocades and satins rav'd,
And quite forgot their country was inflav'd.

10. Dear veffel, ftill be to thy fteerage juft;
Nor change thy course with ev'ry sudden guft.
Like fupple patriots of the modern fort,
Who turn with ev'ry gale that blows from court.

11.

Weary and fea-fick when in thee confin'd,
Now for thy fafety cares distract my mind;
As those who long have ftood the storms of
ftate,

Retire, yet ftill bemoan their country's fate.
Beware, and when you hear the furges roar,
Avoid the rocks on Britain's angry fhore,
They lie, alas! too eafy to be found;
For thee alone they lie the ifland round.

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

Debes ludibrium, cave.

11. Nuper folicitum quæ mihi tædium, Nunc defiderium, curaque non levis, Interfufa nitentes

Vites a quera Cycladas.

BLIOTHE

On reading Dr. YOUNG's fatires called the UUIVERSAL PASSION, by which he means PRIDE.

Written in the year 1726.

IF there be truth in what you fing,
Such godlike virtues in the King;
A minifter* fo fill'd with zeal
And wisdom for the common weal :
If he who in the chair prefides,
So fteadily the fenate guides:
If others whom you make your theme,
Are feconds in this glorious fcheme :
If ev'ry peer whom you commend,
To worth and learning be a friend :
If this be truth, as you atteft,
What land was ever half fo bleft?
No falfehood now among the great,
And tradefmen now no longer cheat;
Now on the bench fair Juftice fhines
Her fcale to neither fide 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 Garter in May 1726; was created Earl of Orford in Eebruary 1742, and died March 18. 1745. Sir Spencer Compton, the Speaker of the houfe of Commons at that time. He was created Baron of Wilmington of Suflex, January 11, 1727. and Earl of Wilmington, May 14. 1730, He died first Commiffioner of the Treafury, July 2. 1743.

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