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Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping
Mourn'd Adonis, lovely youth:
Him the boar in filence creeping,
Gor'd with unrelenting tooth.
Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers;
Fair Difcretion string the lyre ;
Sooth my ever-waking flumbers :
Bright Apollo, lend thy choir,
Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors,
Arm'd in adamantine chains,
Lead me to the chryftal mirrors,
Wat'ring foft Elitian plains.
Mournful cypress, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia brows,
Morpheus hov'ring oe'r my pillow,
Hear nie pay my dying vows.
Melancholy smooth Meander,
Swiftly purling in a round,
On thy inargin lovers wander,
With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd.
Thus when Philomela drooping
Softly seeks her filent mate, See the bird of Juno stooping,
Melody resigns to fate.
On the words BROTHER-PROTESTANTS,
and Fellow-CHRISTIANS, fo familiarly used by the advocates for the repeal of the TEST-ACT in Ireland *.
A Ninundation, says the fable,
O’erflow'd a farmer's barn and stable;
Whole ricks of hay and stacks of corn
Were down the sudden current borne :
While things of heterogenous kind
Together float with tide and wind.
The gen'rous wheat forgot its pride,
And sail'd with litter side by side ;
Uniting all to fhew their amity,
As in a general calamity.
A ball of new-dropt horse's dung,
Mingling with apples in the throng,
Said to the pippin plump and prim,
“ See, brother, how we apples swim.”
Thus Lamb, renown'd for cutting coins,
15 An offer'd fee from Radcliff scorns : “ Not for the world ;-we doctors, brother, , “ Must take no fees of one another.” Thus to a dean some curate sloven Subscribes, “Dear Sir, your brother loving." 20.
This poem so provoked one Bettefworth, a lawyer, and member of the Irish parliament, that he swore he would revenge himlell, either by murdering or maiming the auibor. On this, thirty of the nobili:y and gentry of the liberty of Si, Parrick's waited in the D. an, with a paper, subscribed by them, in which thev engaged to deiend his perfon, and fortu.de, as the friend and benefactor of his country,
Thus all the footmen, shoeboys, porters,
About St. James's, cry, "We courtiers.”
Thus H --ce in the house will prate,
“ Sir, we the ministers of state."
Thus at the bar that blockhead Betterworth, 25
Tho’half a crown o'er-pays his sweat's worth,
Who knows, in law, nor text nor margent,
Calls Singleton his brother-ferjeant.
And thus fanatic faints, tho'neither in
Doctrine nor discipline our brethren,
Are brother Protestants and Christians,
As mu:h as Hebrews and Philistines;
But in no other fense, than nature
Has made a rat our fellow-creature.
Lice from your body fuck their food!
But is a louse your flesh and blood ?
Tho' born of human filth aud sweat, it
May as well be faid, man did beget it,
maggots in your
nose and chin As well may claim
for their kin.
Yet critics may object, Why not?
Since lice are brethren to a Scot:
Which made our swarm of fects determine
Employments for their brother-vermin.
But be they English, Irish, Scottish,
What Protestant can be so sottish,
While o’er the church these clouds are gath'ring,
To call a swarm of lice his brethren?
As Moses, by divine advice,
In Egypt turn'd the dust to lice;
And as our fects, by all descriptions,
Have hearts more harden'd than Egyptians ;
As from the trodden duft they spring,
And turn'd to lice infest the king:
For pity's sake it would be just,
A rod fhould turn them back to dust.
Let folks in high or holy stations
Be proud of owning fuch i elations :
Let courtiers hug them in their bosom,
As if they were afraid to lose 'em :
While I, with humble Job, had rather
Say to corruption -- “ Thou’rt my father.”
For he that has fo little wit
To nourish vermin, may be bit.
Written in the year 1733.
ALL human race
would fain be wits;
And millions miss for one that hits.
Young's universal paffion, pride,
Was never known to spread so wide,
Say, Britain, could you ever boast
Three poets in an age at
Our chilling climate hardly bears
A sprig of bays in fifty years:
While every fool his claim alledges,
As if it grew in common hedges.
What reason can their be assign'd
For this perverseness in the mind ?
Brutes find out where their talents lie :
A bear will not attempt to fly;
A founder'd horse will oft debate
Before he tries a five-barr'd gate ;
A dog by instinct turns afide,
Who sees the ditch too deep and wide.
But man we find the only creature
Who, led by Folly, combats Nature;
Who, when she loudly cries, Forbcar,
With obstinacy fixes there :
And where his genius least inclines,
Absurdly bends his whole designs.
Not empire to the rising sun
By valour, conduct, fortune won ;
Not highest wisdom in debates
For framing laws to govern states;
Not skill in sciences profound
So large to grasp the circle round :
Such heav'nly influence require,
As how to strike the muse's lyre.
Not beggar's brat on bulk begot;
Not bastard of a pedlar Scot;
Not boy brought up to cleaning shoes,
The spawn of Bridewell, or the stews ;
Not infants dropt, the fpurious pledges
Of gypsies litt'ring under hedges,
Are fo disqualified by fate
To rise in church, or law, or state,
As he whom Phoebus, in his ire,
Hath blasted with poetic fire.
What hope of custom in the fair, While not a foul demands
Where you have nothing to produce
For private life or public use?
Court, city, country, want you not ;
You cannot bribe, betray, or plot.
For poets law makes no provision;
The wealthy have you in derision;
Of state-affairs you cannot smatter;
Are aukward, when you try to flatter :
Your portion, taking Britain round,
Was just one annual hundred pound * ;
* Paid to the poet-laureat, which place was given to Mr. Colley Cibber a player.