His correfpondence plainly dated 55 Tory. Then all this while have I been bubbled, 60 I thought it was a dog in doublet : I give you joy of the report That he's to have a place at court. Whig Yes, and a place he will grow rich in; 65 A turnfpit in the royal kitchen. Sir, to be plain, I tell you what, And when we found the dog begin it, gs indeed. 70 75 JOAN JOAN cudgels NED. Written in the year 1723. JOAN cudgels Ned, yet Ned's a bully; Die Ned and Befs; give Will to Joan, 5 STELLA at WOOD-PARK, A house of CHARLES FORD, Efq; eight miles from Dublin. -Cuicunque nocere volebat Written in the Year 1723. ON Carlos in a merry spite DON Did Stella to his house invite : With gen'rous wines and coftly chear. Was happy, when he could prevail To make her only touch a quail.. Through candle-light fhe view'd the wine, At laft grown prouder than the devil With feeding high and treatment civil, 20 His malice work'd as he defign'd. From ruling there the household fingly,. 40 Each moment rifing in her airs, She curs'd the narrow winding ftairs : The ceiling hardly fix feet high; The fmutty wainscot full of cracks: 55 And half the chairs with broken backs : Her quarter's out at Ladyday, She vows the will no longer stay When all the while you might remark, Thus for a week the farce went on; 60 65 70 Thus far in jeft: though now I fear, You think my jefting too fevere ; But poets, when a hint is new, 75 Regard not whether falfe or true : Yet raillery gives no offence; Where truth has not the leaft pretence; 85 85 We We think you quite miftake the cafe, 90 A quibbling ELEGY on the Worshipful Judge BOAT. Written in the year 1723. 'O mournful ditties, Clio, change thy note, Sinou cruel fate hath funk our Juftice Boat. Why should he fink, where nothing feem'd to press? His lading little, and his ballaft lefs. Toft in the waves of this tempeftuous world, At length, his anchor fix'd, and canvafs furl'd, * At his Ring's-end * he founders in the port. 5 ΙΟ A poft fo fill'd, on nature's laws intrenches : Benches on boats are place'd, not boats on benches. And yet our Boat, how fhall I reconcile it? Was both a boat, and in one fenfe a pilot.. With ev'ry wind he fail'd, and well could tack: 15 Had many pendents, but abhorr'd a Jack ‡. He's gone, although his friends began to hope, That he might yet be lifted by a rope. Two villages near the fea, where boatmen and feamen live. A cant-word for a Jacobi.e. Behold |