III.

Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping
Mourn'd Adonis, lovely youth:
Him the boar in filence creeping,
Gor'd with unrelenting tooth.

IV.

Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers;
Fair Difcretion ftring the lyre;
Sooth my ever-waking flumbers:
Bright Apollo, lend thy choir,

V.

Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors,
Arm'd in adamantine chains,
Lead me to the chryftal mirrors,
Wat'ring foft Elitian plains.
VI.

Mournful cyprefs, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia brows,
Morpheus hov'ring oe'r my pillow,
Hear me pay my dying vows.

VII.

Melancholy fmooth Meander,

Swiftly purling in a round,

On thy margin lovers wander,

With thy flow'ry chaplets crown'd.

VIII.

Thus when Philomela drooping

Softly feeks her filent mate,

See the bird of Juno ftooping,

Melody refigns to fate.

On the words BROTHER-PROTESTANTS, and FELLOW-CHRISTIANS, fo familiarly ufed by the advocates for the repeal of the TEST-ACT in Ireland *.

AN inundation, fays the fable,

O'erflow'd a farmer's barn and stable;
Whole ricks of hay and stacks of corn
Were down the fudden current borne:
While things of heterogenous kind
Together float with tide and wind.
The gen'rous wheat forgot its pride,-
And fail'd with litter fide by fide;
Uniting all to fhew their amity,
As in a general calamity.

A ball of new-dropt horfe's dúng,
Mingling with apples in the throng,
Said to the pippin plump and prim,
"See, brother, how we apples fwim."

Thus Lamb, renown'd for cutting coins,
An offer'd fee from Radcliff fcorns :
"Not for the world;-we doctors, brother,,
"Muft take no fees of one another."
Thus to a dean fome curate floven
Subfcribes," Dear Sir, your brother loving."

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This poem fo provoked one Bettefworth, a lawyer, and member of the Irish parliament, that he swore he would revenge himself, either by murdering or maiming the author. On this, thirty of the nobility and gentry of the liberty of St. Patrick's waited on the D.an, with a paper, fubfcribed by them, in which they engaged to defend his perfon, and fortune, as the friend and benefactor of his country.

Thus all the footmen, fhoeboys, porters,
About St. James's, cry, "We courtiers."
Thus H———ce in the houfe will prate,
"Sir, we the minifters of ftate."

Thus at the bar that blockhead Bettefworth,
Tho' half a crown o'er-pays his fweat'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 Proteftants and Chriftians,
As much as Hebrews and Philistines;
But in no other fenfe, than nature
Has made a rat our fellow-creature.
Lice from your body fuck their food!
But is a loufe your flesh and blood?

Tho' born of human filth aud fweat, it
May as well be said, man did beget it.
But maggots in your nofe and chin
As well may claim you for their kin.

Yet critics may object, Why not?

Which made our fwarm of fects determine

Since lice are brethren to a Scot:

Employments for their brother-vermin.

But be they English, Irish, Scottish,

What Proteftant can be fo fottish,

While o'er the church these clouds are gath'ring,

To call a fwarm of lice his brethren?

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Let folks in high or holy stations
Be proud of owning fuch relations :
Let courtiers hug them in their bofom,
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 mifs for one that hits.
Young's univerfal paffion, pride,
Was never known to fpread fo wide,
Say, Britain, could you ever boast
Three poets in an age at most?
Our chilling climate hardly bears
A fprig of bays in fifty years:
While every fool his claim alledges,
As if it in common hedges.
grew
What reafon can their be affign'd
For this perverfenefs in the mind?
Brutes find out where their talents lie:
A bear will not attempt to fly;
A founder'd horfe will oft debate
Before he tries a five-barr'd gate;
A dog by instinct turns afide,

Who fees the ditch too deep and wide.
But man we find the only creature
Who, led by Folly, combats Nature;
Who, when the loudly cries, Forbcar,
With obftinacy fixes there:

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And where his genius leaft inclines,
Abfurdly bends his whole designs.

Not empire to the rising fun
By valour, conduct, fortune won ;
Not highest wisdom in debates
For framing laws to govern ftates;
Not fkill in fciences profound
So large to grafp the circle round :
Such heav'nly influence require,
As how to strike the mufe's lyre.

Not beggar's brat on bulk begot;
Not bastard of a pedlar Scot;

Not boy brought up to cleaning shoes,
The fpawn of Bridewell, or the stews ;
Not infants dropt, the fpurious pledges
Of gypfies litt'ring under hedges,
Are fo difqualified by fate-

To rife in church, or law, or state,
As he whom Phoebus, in his ire,
Hath blafted with poetic fire.

What hope of cuftom in the fair,

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ware!

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 fmatter ;-
Are aukward, when you try to flatter :
Your portion, taking Britain round,
Was just one annual hundred pound *;

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* Paid to the poet-laureat, which place was given to Mr. Colley Cibber a player.

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