In Closet dark your Cedar-Box be hid;
Not in a Parlour fhewn without a Lid.
Some Actions must be always out of Sight,
Yet elegantly told, may give Delight.

Nurse must not hold the Child, and cry, Eee, Hee,
When Madam and herFriends are o'er theirTea.
Atreus, with Ladies by, mistakes his Wit,
In new-born T―ds to run a red-hot Spit.
Miss Progne must not cry, a Bird, a Bird!
Before good Company, and shew a
Cadmus, who voids out Worms of monftrous
Size,

In mere good Manners fhould deceive our
Eyes;

Must do his dirty Work behind the Scene, And e'er he shews the Vermin, wipe them clean. To bring fuch odious Objects full in View, Though Fools may laugh, will make a wife Man fpew.

I defire the Reader will compare the most exceptionable Lines in the Lady's DreffingRoom with the least offenfive of those in Horace; although purged by me, as much as could confift with preferving the true Sense of the Original Yet this was the great Mafter of Politenefs in the Roman Empire, at the Time it flourished most in Arts and Arms.

Horace, you fee, maketh use of the plain flovenly Words, which our decent Irish Poet VOL. VIII.

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industriously

industriously avoideth, and skippeth over an hundred dirty Places, without fouling his Shoes. Horace, on the contrary, plainly called a Spade, a Spade, when there was not the least Neceffity; and when, with equal Eafe as well as Significancy, he might have expreffed his Meaning in comely Terms, fit for the niceft Ears of a Queen or a Dutchess.

I do, therefore, pofitively decide in Favour of our Hibernian Bard, upon the Article of Decency; and am ready to defend my Propofition against all Mankind; that in the ten Lines of Horace, here faithfully and favourably tranflated, there are ten Times more flovenly Expreffions, than in the whole Poem called the Lady's Dreffing-Room; and for the Truth of this Propofition, I am ready to appeal to all the young Ladies of the Kingdom, or to fuch a Committee as my very Adverfaries fhall appoint.

POEMS

POEMS

ON

SEVERAL OCCASIONS.

Part of the Ninth ODE of the Fourth Book of Horace, addreffed to Dr. WILLIAM KING, late Lord Archbishop of Dublin.

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Paulùm fepulta, &c.

IRTUE conceal'd within our Breaft
Is Inactivity at best:

But never shall the Mufe endure

To let your Virtues lie obfcure,
Or fuffer Envy to conceal

Your Labours for the publick Weal.
Within your Breaft all Wisdom lies,
Either to govern, or advise;

Your steady Soul preferves her Frame,
In good and evil Times the fame.
Pale Avarice and lurking Fraud,
Stand in your facred Prefence aw'd;
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Your

Your Hand alone from Gold abstains,
Which drags the flavish World in Chains.

Him for a happy Man I own,
Whofe Fortune is not overgrown ;
And happy he, who wifely knows
To use the Gifts that Heav'n bestows;
Or, if it please the Pow'rs divine,
Can fuffer Want, and not repine.
The Man, who, Infamy to fhun,
Into the Arms of Death would run:
That Man is ready to defend

With Life, his Country, or his Friend.

A French Gentleman dining with Company on a FAST-DAY, called for fome BACON and

EGGS. The reft were very angry, and reproved him for fo heinous a SIN: Whereupon he wrote the following Lines, extempore, which are here translated.

PEUT on croire avec bon sens

Qu' un lardon le mit en colere;
Ou, que manger un harange
C'est un fecret pour luy plaire.
En fa gloire envelopè

Songe t' il bien de nos foupè?

WHO

In English.

HO can believe with common Sense,
A Bacon Slice gives God Offence ?

Or, how a Herring hath a Charm
Almighty Anger to disarm?

Wrapt up in Majesty divine,

Doth he regard on what we dine?

VERSES made for Women who cry APPLES, &C.

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APPLE S.

OME buy my fine Wares,
Plumbs, Apples, and Pears,

A hundred a Penny,

In Confcience too many,
Come will you buy any?
My Children are seven,
I wish them in Heaven;
My Husband's a Sot,

With his Pipe and his Pot;
Not a Farthing will gain 'em,

And I must maintain 'em,

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