IF The mortal force of Time's deftructive hand; And lefs'ning rivers mourn their fountains dry: FRO Written in the year 1733. Rom diftant regions Fortune fends A Dean *, a Spaniard †, and a Knight ‡; The Dean and Spaniard find it too well: * Scarron hath written a larger poem on the same subject. *The author. + Col. Harry Leflie, who ferved and lived long in Spain. Sir Arthur Achefon. 5 5 10 The The Dean to guard his honour's back, The knight triumphant reigns betwixt : 20 25 Proud Baronet of Nova Scotia ! The Dean and Spaniard muit reproach ye: 30 Of their two fames the world enough rings; Where are thy fervices and fuff'rings? What if for nothing once you kift, 35 40 How dare you treat your betters thus? Are you to be campar'd with us? Come, Spaniard, let us from our farms Call forth our cottagers to arms; The Irish name of a farm the Dean took, and was to build on, but changed his mind. He called it Drapier's Hill. Vide the pom fo called, p. 132. N 3 Our Our forces let us both unite, Attack the foe at left and right. From Market-hill's exalted head, 45 Full northward let your troops be led ; I hold intelligence within. True, Lady Anne no danger fears, Her valiant arm fhould force us back, By thefe embroider'd high-heel'd shoes The fhoes put on our faithful port'refs The mimic animal amufe; They place before him gloves and fhoes; Which when the brute puts awkward on, 80 All his agility is gone : *My Lady's waiting maid. In vain to frifk or climb he tries; But let us, on our first affault, 85 90% Then (let me fee) we'll make the Knight. Our clerk, for he can read and write; 95 But muft not think, I tell him that,. We'll take her heels five inches low'r. 100 For Hannah, when we have no need of her, 105 'Twill be our int'reft to get rid of her : And when we execute our plot, 'Tis beft to hang her on the fpot; As all your politicians wife Dispatch the rogues on whom they rise. 110 *The butler. The housekeeper. The agent. TRAU. TRAULUS. A Dialogue between Toм and ROBIN. Tom. The FIRST PART. Written in the Year 1730. SAY, Robin, what can Traulus mean Why does he call him paltry fcribbler, Yet cannot prove a fingle fact? Robin. Forgive him, Tom, his head is crackt. 5 Tom. What mischief can the Dean have done him, That Traulus calls for vengeance on him? Why must be fputter, fpawl, and flaver it In vain against the people's fav'rite? Revile that nation-faving paper, Which gave the Dean the name of Draper? Robin. Why, Tom, I think the case is plain, Tom. Such friendship never man profefs'd, Robin. I own, appearances are bad; Yet ftill infift the man is mad. ΙΟ 15 20 Tom. |