Now fing the Minifter of State, Who fhines alone, without a mate. Obferve with what majestick port This Atlas ftands to prop the court Intent the publick debts to pay, Like prudent + Fabius, by delay. Thou great Vicegerent of the King, Thy praises ev'ry Mufe fhall fing: In all affairs thou fole director, Of wit and learning chief protector; Tho' fmall the time thou haft to fpare, The church is thy peculiar care. Of pious prelates what a stock You chufe, to rule the fable flock! You raise the honour of the Peerage, Proud to attend you at the fteerage. You dignify the noble race, Content yourself with humbler place. Now learning, valour, virtue, fenfe, To titles give the fole pretence: St. George beheld thee with delight, Vouchsafe to be an azure Knight, When on thy breaft and fides Herculean He fix'd the ftar and ftring Cerulean.
SAY, Poet, in what other nation,, Shone ever fuch a conftellation.
Attend, ye Popes, and Youngs, and Gays, And tune your harps, and ftrew your bays,
* Sir ROBERT WALPOLE, afterwards Earl of Or
t Unus homo nobis cunctando reftituit rem. VOL. II. I i
Your panegyricks here provide, You cannot err on flatt'ry's fide. Above the ftars exalt your style, 'You ftill are low ten thousand mile. On Lewis all his Bards beftow'd Of incenfe many a thousand load; But Europe mortify'd his pride, And fwore the fawning rafcals ly'd Yet what the world refus'd to Lewis, Apply'd to *** exactly true is; Exactly true! invidious Poet! "Tis fifty thousand times below it.
TRANSLATE me now fome lines, if you can,
From Virgil, Martial, Ovid, Lucan; They could all pow'r in heav'n divide, And do no wrong to either fide: They teach you how to split a hair, * Give G―e and Jove an equal share. Yet, why fhould we be lac'd fo ftrait; I'll give my M-n-ch, butter-weight. And reafon good: for many a year Jove never intermeddled here: Nor, tho' his priests be duly paid, Did ever we defire his aid:
We now can better do without him,
Since Woolften gave us arms to rout him.
• Divifum imperium cum Jove Cæfar habet.
ftants, and fellow-Chriftians, fos familiarly ufed by the Advocates for the Repeal of the TEST ACT in IRELAND, 1733.
Written in the Year 1733.
AN inundation, fays the fable,
O'erflow'd a farmer's barn and ftable; Whole ricks of hay and stacks of corn, Were down the fudden current borne ; While things of heterogeneous kind. Together float with tide, and wind : The generous wheat forgot its pride, And fail'd with litter fide by fides... Uniting all, to fhew their amity, As in a general calamity.
A ball of new-dropt horfe's dung, Mingling with apples in the throng, Said to the pippin, plump, and prim, ee, brother, bo vse apples fwim.
THUS Lamb, renown'd for cutting corns, An offer'd fee. from Radcliff Scorns;
Muft take no fees of one another.
Thus to a Dean fome Curate floven
Subscribes, Dear Sir, your brother loving. lia
Thus all the footmen, fhoe-boys, porters, About St. James's cry, We-courtiers. Thus H-ce in the houfe will prate, Sir, we the Minifters of State.
Thus at the bar that
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 fanatick faints, tho' neither in Doctrine, or discipline, our brethren, Are brother Proteftants and Chriflians, T As much as Hebrews and Philiftians: But in no other fenfe, than nature Hath 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 and fweat, it May well be faid man did beget it But maggots in your nofe and chin, du As well may claim you for their kin.
YET criticks may object, why not? Since lice are brethren to a S
Which made our swarm of fects determine Employments for their brother vermin. But be they English, Irish, Scottish,
What Proteftant can be fo fottiffi,
While o'er the church thefe clouds are gatherings To call a fwarm of lice his brethren?
As Mofes, by divine advice,
In Egypt turn'd the dust to lice;
And as our fects, by all defcriptions, Have hearts more harden'd than Egyptians; As from the trodden duft they fpring, And turn'd to lice, infeft the King: For pity's fake it would be juft, Arod fhould turn them back to duff.
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 lofe '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.
The Hardship put upon LADIES.
Written in the Year 1733.:
OOR Ladies! though their bus'nefs be to play,
"Tis hard they must be bufy night and day: Why should they want the privilege of men, To take fome fmall diverfions now and then? Had women been the makers of our laws; (And why they were not, I can see no caufe); The men fhould flave at cards from morn to night;
And female pleasures be to read and write.
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