Stubborn in Honour he must be :
For Elephants ne'er bend the Knee.
Laft, let his Memory be found,
In which your Elephant's profound;
That old Examples from the Wife
May prompt him in his No's and Aye's.

Thus, the Lord Coke hath gravely writ,
In all the Form of Lawyer's Wit:
And then with Latin, and all that,
Shews the Comparison is pat.

Yet in fome Points my Lord is wrong,
One's Teeth are fold, and t'other's Tongue:
Now, Men of Parliament, God knows,
Are more like Elephants of Shows ;
Whose docile Memory and Sense
Are turn'd to Trick, to gather Pence;
To get their Master half a Crown,
They spread the Flag, or lay it down:
Those who bore Bulwarks on their Backs,
And guarded Nations from Attacks,
Now practise ev'ry pliant Gesture,
Op'ning their Trunk for ev'ry Tefter.
Siam, for Elephants so fam'd,
Is not with England to be nam'd:
Their Elephants by Men are fold;
Ours fell themselves, and take the Gold.

An

An EPITAPH, by Dr. SWIFT, to the Memory of FREDERICK, Duke of SCHOMBERG, who was unhappily killed in croffing the River Boyne, on the First of July 1690, and was buried in St. Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin, where the Dean and Chapter erected a fmall Monument to his Honour, at their own Expence.

Hic infra fitum eft Corpus Frederici Ducis de Schomberg,

Ad Bubindam occifi A. D. 1690. Decanus et Capitulum maximopere etiam atque etiam petierunt,

Ut Hæredes Ducis Monumentum, In memoriam Parentis, erigendum curarent: Sed poftquam per Epiftolas, per Amicos diu ac fæpè orando nil profecere ; Hunc demum Lapidem ipfi ftatuerunt, * Saltem ut fcias, Hofpes,

Ubinam terrarum SCHOMBERGENSIS Cineres delitefcunt,

Plus potuit fama Virtutis apud Alienos,
quam Sanguinis proximitas apud fuos.
A. D. 1731.

*The Words that Dr. Swift first concluded the Epitaph with, were still stronger, namely, Saltem ut fciat Viator indignabundus, quali in cellulâ tanti Ductoris cineres delitefcunt. For the Author was always heard to speak with great Reverence of the Memory of that brave Duke, as well as of his Glorious Master King WILLIAM; and indeed of all others, who have struggled for the Liberties of thefe Kingdoms against the repeated Attempts of arbitrary Power.

A

A BALLAD on the Game of TRAFFICK.

Written at the Castle of Dublin, in the Time of the Earl of Berkeley's Government.

Mr* Lord to find out who must deal,

Delivers Cards about

But the first Knave doth feldom fail
To find the Doctor out:

But then his Honour cry'd, Godzooks!
And feem'd to knit his Brow;

For on a Knave he never looks

But h'thinks upon Jack How.

My Lady tho' fhe is no Player,

Some bungling Partner takes,

And wedg'd in Corner of a Chair

Takes Snuff, and holds the Stakes.

Dame Floyd looks out in great Suspense
For Pair-royals and Sequents;

But wifely cautious of her Pence,
The Castle feldom frequents.

Quoth Herries, fairly putting Cafes,
I'd won it on my Word,

If I had but a Pair of Aces,
And could pick up a Third.

The Earl of Berkeley.

But

But Wefton has a new-caft Gown
On Sundays to be fine in;
And, if she can but win a Crown,
"Twill just new-dye the Lining.

"With these is Parfon Swift,

"Not knowing how to spend his Time, "Does make a wretched Shift,

"To deafen 'em with Puns and Rhime."

Lady Betty Berkeley finding this Ballad in the Author's Room unfinished, fhe underwrit the laft Stanza, and left the Paper where she had found it; which occafioned the Song, that the Author wrote in a counterfeit Hand, as if a third Perfon had done it, to the Tune of the Cut-purse. See Vol. II. of the Author's Works.

VERSES faid to be written on the UNION.

HE* Queen has lately loft a Part

TH

Of her entirely English Heart,
For want of which, by way of Botch,
She piec'd it up again with Scotch.
Bleft Revolution which creates
Divided Hearts, united States:
See how the double Nation lies,

Like a rich Coat with Skirts of Frize;

Anne.

As

As if a Man in making Poefies,
Should bundle Thistles up with Roses.
Whoever yet a Union faw

Of Kingdoms without Faith or Law.
Henceforward let no Statesman dare,
A Kingdom to a Ship compare;

Left he should call our Commonweal
A Veffel with a double Keel

;

Which just like ours, new rigg'd and mann'd,
And got about a League from Land,
By Change of Wind to Leeward Side,
The Pilot knew not how to guide.
So toffing Faction will o'erwhelm
Our crazy double-bottom'd Realm.

WILL. WOOD's Petition to the PEOPLE of IRELAND, being an excellent new Song.

Supposed to be made and fung in the Streets of Dublin, by William Wood, Ironmonger, and Halfpenny-monger, 1725.

M

Y dear Irish Fokes,

Come leave off your Jokes,

And buy up my Halfpence so fine ;
So fair and fo bright,

They'll give you Delight;

Obferve how they glifter and fhine.

They'll