That thing, I mean, among the kale: The clerk faid to her, in a heat, THE VIRTUES OF Yet ftill fo happy was his fate, Like Sid's, but nothing near fo good; SID HAMET THE MAGICIAN's ROD. 1710. Thence, through a long defcent of kings, THE rod was but a harmlefs wand, Would hifs, and fting, and roll, and twist, So to her midnight-feafts the hag That, bending down its top, divines To bend where golden mines were hid; The red of Hermes was renown'd Sid's rod was fiender, white, and tall, Came an beir-loom, as Homer fings. . Dear Sid, then, why wert thou fo mad To break thy rod like naughty lad! You should have kits'd it in your distress, And then return'd it to your mistress; Or made it a Newmarket + fwitch, And not a rod for thy own breech. But fince old Sid has broken this, His next may be a rod in pifs. ATLAS; OR, THE MINISTER OF STAT TO THE LORD TREASURER OXFORD, 1710. ATLAS, we read in ancient fong, Nor could have borne it half fo long. A premier minifter of state; An eminent toyman in Fleet-ftreet. + Lord Godolphin is fatirifed by Mr. Pope for Arong attachment to the turf. See his Moral Effays Suppose then Atlas ne'er so wife ; Yet, when the weight of kingdoms lies A TOWN ECLOGUE. 1710. SCENE, THE ROYAL EXCHANGE. Corydon. Now the keen rigour of the winter's o'er, {around, Phillis. Ah, Corydon furvey the 'Change Through all the 'Change no wretch like me is found: Alas! the day, when I, poor heedless maid, templars ipruce in vain I glances throw, The week flies round; and, when my profit's known, I hardly clear enough to change a crown. Cor. Hard fate of virtue, thus to be distrest, Thou faireft of thy trade, and far the beft! As fruitmen's ftalls the fummer-market grace, Poil. And yet Crepundia, that conceited fair, And views me hourly with a fcornful eye. Cor. She might as well with bright Cleora vie. Ph. With this large petticoat I strive in vain To hide my folly paft, and coming pain: Tis now no fecret; the, and fifty more, Overve the fymptoms I had once before: VOL. IX. A fecond babe at Wapping must be plac'd, When I scarce bear the charges of the last. Cor. What I could raife I fent; a pound of plums, 4 Five fhillings, and a coral for his gums; To morrow I intend him fomething more. Phil. I fent a frock and pair of fhoes before. I have in store a pint or two of wine, And now on either fide, and all around, Е Р І Т А РН, INSCRIBED ON A MARBLE TABLET, IN BERKE LEY CHURCH. H. S. E. Carolus Comes de Berkeley, Vicecomes Durfley, Baro Berkeley, de Berkeley Caft. Mowbray, Segrave, Et Bruce, è Nobiliffimo ordine Balnei Eques, Vir ad genus quod fpectat & Proavos ufquequaque Nobilis, Et longo, fi quis alius Procerum ftemmate editus; Muniis etiam, tam illuftri ftirpi dignus infignitus. Siquidem à Gulielmo III ad ordines fœderats Belgii Ablegatus & Plenipotentiarius Extraordinarius Rebus, non Britanniæ tantùm, fed totius fere Europæ (Tunc temporis præfertim arduis) per annos V. incubuit. Quam felicia diligentiâ, fide quam intemerata, Ex illo difcas, Lector, quod, fuperftite Patre, In Magnatum ordinem adfcifci meruerit. Fuit à fanctioribus confiliis & Regi Guliel. & Annæ Reginæ, E Proregibus Hiberniæ fecundus, Comitatuum Civitatumque Gloceft. & Brift. Dominus Locumtenens, Surriæ et Gloceft. Cuftos Rot. Urbis Gloceft. Denique ad Turcarum primùm, deinde ad Roman. Cum Legatus Extraordinarius defignatus effet, Quo minus has etiam ornaret provincias Obftitit adverfa corporis valetudo.. Sed reftat adhuc, præ quo fordefcunt cætera, Honos verus, ftabilis, et vel morti cedere nefcius, Quod veritatem Evangelicam ferio amplexus; Ergo Deum pius, erga pauperes munificus, Adverfùs omnes æquus & benevolus, In Chrifto jam placidè obdormit Cum eodem olim regnaturas unà. Natus VIII April. MDCXLIX. denatus XXIV Septem. MDCCX. ætat. fuæ LXII. THE FABLE OF MIDAS. 1711. MIDAS, we are in story told, B He chip'd his beard; the pieces round His empty paunch that he might fill, THIS tale inclines the gentle reader None e'er did modern Midas choose, Befides, it plainly now appears But gold defiles with frequent touch; And scholars give it for the cause While he his utmost ftrength apply'd, By their own weight funk to the bottom; AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG. 1711. BEING THE INTENDED SPEECH OF A FAMOU ORATOR AGAINST PEACE *. AN Orator difinal of Nottinghamshire, Shall hear him harangue against Prior to-morrow I have heard all the speech repeated by Hoppy, And, "Miftakes to prevent, I've obtained copy." ftories, How I always pretended to be for the Tories. When I and fome others fubfcribed our names *The Lord Treasurer having hinted a wif one evening that a ballad might be made on the Earl of Nottingham, this fong was written and printed the next morning. יט 3 I came is without danger, and was I to blame? nover During her facred life would never come over: But, when I thought proper, I alter'd my note; That her Majefty stood in great need of a Tutor, And I'll vote against Peace, with Spain, or without Though the Court gives my nephews, and brothers, and coufins, And all my whole family, places by dozens; THE WINDSOR PROPHECY. 1711. WHEN a holy black Swede, the fon of Bob", With a faint at his chin, and a feal † at his fob, Shall not fee one ‡ New-year's-day in that year, Then let old England make good cheer: Windfor§ and Bristow § then shall be Jain'd together in the Low-countree §. Then fall the tall black Daventry Bird || Speak against peace right many a word; And some shall admire his conying wit, For many good groats his tongue shall flit. But, fpight of the Harpy that crawls on all four, There shall be peace, pardie, and war no more. But England must cry alack and well-a-day, If the fick be taken from the dead fea. And, dear Englond, if aught I understond, Beware of Carrots ** from Northumberland. \ Carrets fown Thynne a deep root may get, If fo be they are in Somer fet: Dr. John Robinson, bishop of Bristol, one of the plenipotentiaries at Utrecht. He was dean of Windfor, and lord privyJeal. The bishop fet out from England the latter end of December, O. S.; and on his arrival at Utrecht, by the variation of the ftyle, be found January fumebat advanced. Allading to the deanery and bishoprick being refed by the fame perfon, then at Utrecht. Earl of Nottingham. ** The Duchess of Somerset. Thomas Thynne, of Longleate, Efq. a gentleman of very great eftate, married the above lady after the death of her firft bufband, Henry Cavendi, Earl of Ogle, only fon to Henry Duke of Newcastle, to whom he had been betrothed in ber infancy. 19 THIS day (the year I dare not tell) And he endow'd her with his art. Both foftly to the cradle creep; Then Cupid thus: This little maid, Of love shall always fpeak and write. And I pronounce (the Satyr faid) The world fall feel her fcratch and bite. Her talent she display'd betimes; For in twice twelve revolving moons, She feem'd to laugh and fquall in rhymes, And all her geftures were lampoons. At fix years old the subtle jade Stole to the pantry door, and found The butler with my lady's maid: And you may fwear the tale went round. § Lady Maham's maiden name was Hill. Infcribed to the phyfician who attended Mr. Harley whilft he lay wounded. She made a fong, how little mifs Was kifs'd and flobber'd by a lad: And how, when master went to p---, Mifs came, and peep'd at all he had. At twelve a wit and a coquette; Marries for love, half whore, half wife; Cuckolds, elopes, and runs in debt; Turns authorefs, and is Curll's for life. TOLAND'S INVITATION TO DISMAL, TO DINE WITH THE CALVES-HEAD CLUB *. Imitated from Horace, Lib. I. Epift. 5. Ir, dearest Difmal, you for once can dine Upon a fingle dish, and tavern-wine, Toland to you this invitation sends, To eat the calves-head with your trusty friends. Sufpend awhile your vain ambitious hopes, Leave hunting after bribes, forget your tropes. To-morrow we our myftic feaft prepare, Where thou, our lateft profelyte, fhalt share: When we, by proper figns and symbols, tell, How, by brave hands, the royal traitor fell; The meat fhall represent the tyrant's head, The wine his blood our predeceffors fhed; Whilft an alluding hymn fome artist fings, We toaft, "Confufion to the race of kings!" At monarchy we nobly show our spight, And talk what fools call treafon all the night. Who, by difgraces or ill-fortune funk, Feels not his foul enliven'd when he's drunk? Wine can clear up Godolophin's cloudy face, And fill Jack Smith with hopes to keep his place: By force of wine, ev'n Scarborough is brave, Hal grows more pert, and Somers not fo grave; Wine can give Portland wit, and Cleveland sense, Montague learning, Bolton eloquence : Cholmondoley, when drunk, can never lose his And Lincoln then imagines he has land. [wand; My province is, to fee that all be right, Glaffes and linen clean, and pewter bright; From our myflerious club to keep out fpies, And Torics (drefs'd like waiters) in difguife. You fhall be coupled as you beft approve, Seated at table next the men you love. Sunderland, Orford, Boyle, and Richmond's Grace, [place. Will come, and Hampden fhall have Walpole's Wharton, unless prevented by a whore, Will hardly fail; and there is room for more. But I love elbow-room whene'er I drink; And honeft Harry is too apt to ftink. Let no pretence of bufinefs make you stay; Yet take one word of counfel by the way. If Guernsey calls, fend word you're gone abroad; He'll teaze you with King Charles and Bifhop Laud, *This poem, and that which follows it, are two of the penny papers mentioned in Swift's Journal to Stella, Aug. 7. 1714. They are here printed from folio copies in the Lambeth Library. Right Honourable Henry Boyle, mentioned twice before. SPIGHT of Dutch friends and English foes, And the Whigs may all go fwing, Will or ought to end in ropes: And Difmal double-Difmal looks; Swore he 'd rather lofe a crown, And not be inapt by privateers; We'll bring on us no more debts, To make the Dutchmen proud and great: The Dutch-hearted Whigs may rail and complain; But true Englishmen may fill A good health to General Hill; HORACE, BOOK I. EP. VII. ADDERSSED TO THE EARL OF OXFORD. 1713. HARLEY, the nation's great fupport, Returning home one day from court, (His mind with public cares poffefs'd, All Europe's business in his breaft). |