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SANDYS'S GHOST : Or, A PROPER NEW BALLAD ON THE NEW ovid's
AS IT WAS INTENDED TO BE TRANSLATED BY
PERSONS OF QUALITY.
Ye lords and commons, men of wit
And pleasure about town,
Of books of high renown.
Nor think your verses sterling, Though with a golden pen you scrawl,
And scribble in a berlin:
For not the desk with silver nails,
Nor bureau of expense,
To writing of good sense.
Hear how a ghost in dead of night,
With saucer eyes of fire,
A wit and courtly 'squire.
Like puppy tame, that uses
The works of all the Muses.
Ah! why did he write poetry,
That hereto was so civil;
And sell his soul for vanity
To rhyming and the devil?
With glittering studs about ;.
Though Ovid lay without.
Forth popp'd the sprite so thin,
All upright as a pin.
And ruff compos'd most duly,
While as the light burnt bluely.
Write on, nor let me scare ye ;
To Budgel seek, or Carey *
Poor Ovid finds no quarter!
In haste without his garter.
Wits, witlings, prigs, and peers :
Beats up for volunteers.
Henry Carey, a teacher of music and a dramatic writer, but more particularly distinguished as the author and composer of the famous loyal song of “God save the King!" He was remarked for a facetiousness of manners, which rendered his company, in general, very desirable; but was at last reduced to circumstances of such distress, that, in a fit of desperation, Oct. 4, 1743, he laid violent hands on himself, and put a period to a life which had been led without reproach, N.
What Fenton will not do, nor Gay,
Nor Congreve, Rowe, nor Stanyan, Tom Burnet or Tom D'Urfey may,,
John Dunton, Steele, or any one. If justice Philips' costive head
Some frigid rhymes disburses:
And glad both babes and nurses:
And Ozel's with lord Hervey's,
"And Pope translate with Jervis. - himself, that lively lord,
Who bows to every lady,
And be like Tate and Brady.
I pray, where can the hurt lie?
have brains as well as men, As witness lady Wortley. Now, Tonson, list thy forces all,
Review them and tell nöses :
A strange metamorphosis;
Than all his books can vapour “ To what (quoth 'squire) shall Ovid change?"
Quoib Sandys, “To waste paper."
Close to the best known author UMBRA sits,
Fool! 'tis in vain from wit to wit to roam;
DUKE UPON DUKE.
To the Tune of “ Chevy Chace."
o lordlings proud I tune my lay,
Who feast in bow'r or hall :
That pride will have a fall.
* This very humorous ballad was occasioned by a quarrel between Nicholas lord Lechmere and sir John Guise, barbo
Now, that this same it is right sooth,
Full plainly doth appear,
And Nic of Lancastere.
When Richard Caur de Lion reign'd,
(Which means a lion's heart)
Each play'd a lion's part.
Such honour did them prick,
And if your a--se, a kick.
Look in their face, they tweak'd your nose;
At ev'ry turn fell to't;
They fought from head to foot.
Of these the duke of Lancastere
Stood paramount in pride;
His foes and friends beside.
Firm on his front his beaver sate;
So broad, it hit his chin;
And fear'd to tan his skin.
Lord Lechmere had been representative in parliament for Cockermouth, and one of the managers against Sacheverell ; he was an eminent lawyer, a staunch whig, and, having been removed from his office of queen's counsel in June 1711, was a constant opposer of her ministry. He was appointed solicitor general ia Oct. 1754 ; chancellor of the duchy court of Lancaster for life in June 1717 ; attorney-general in March 1717-18; and was created baron Lechmere of Evesham, Sept. 8, 1721: dying June 18, 1727, the title became extinct.Sir John Guise, who represented the county of Gloucester in several parliaments, died Nov. 6, 1733. N