Laudes, quam Calabræ Pierides: neque

Si chartæ fileant quod benè feceris

Mercedem tuleris.

Quid foret Ilia

Mavortifque m puer, fi taciturnitas

Obftaret meritis invida Romuli ?

Ereptum n ftygius Auctibus Æacum

Virtus, & favor, & lingua potentium

Vatum divitibus confecrat infulis.

What tho' Earl Temple got a name,

By making John the Painter peach
Himself, for Bristol's impious flame.

Will all the Jackals of Jack Ketch
Be proud to call the Peer their brother,
If Fame that bright tranfaction fmother?

A man, I know, may get a penfion
Without the mufe's intervention :
Yet what are penfions to the praise
Wrapt up in Caledonian lays?

Say, Johnfon! where had been m Fingal,
But for Macpherson's great affistance?

The chieftan had been nought at all,

A non-existing non-existence.

Mac, like a n poet stout and good,

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First plung'd, then pluck'd him from Oblivion's

flood,

And bade him blufter at his ease,

Among the fruitful Hebrides."

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cafioned the noble bard's exaltation; as it was thought expedient to have another poetical placeman in readiness to celebrate the final overthrow of the American rebels. Nay, it is affured, that a reverfionary grant of the office of laureat has in this inftance been fuperadded to the treasurership, yet with the defalcation of the annual butt of fack, which the Lord Steward calculates will be a confiderable faving to the nation,

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Dignum Laude virum Mufa p vetat mori,

Calo, 9 Mufa beat. Sic r Jovis interest

Optatis epulis impiger Hercules:

Clarum s Tyndaridæ fidus ab infimis

Quaffast eripiunt æquoribus rates:

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Ornatus viridi tempora pampino

Liber u vota bonos ducit ad exitus.

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AP common poet can revive

The man who once has been alive :

But Mac revives, by magic power,

The man who never liv'd before.

Such hocus pocus tricks, I own,

Belong to Gallic bards alone.

My a mufe would think her power enough,
Could the make fome folks fever-proof;
Dub them immortal from their birth,
And give them all their heaven on earth;
Then r Doctor K-, that broad divine,
With lords and dukes fhould ever dine;

Poft, prate, and preach, for years on years,

Sandwich for aye, fhould fhine s the star,

THE DEAN AND THE SQUIRE.

A POLITICAL

ECLOGUE: HUMBLY DEDICATED

TO SOAME JENYNS, ESQ.

"REMEMBER that the principles, for which the WHICS "ftruggle, are the foundation of our prefent Government, "which they apprehend to be undermined, whenever Tory "maxims are openly avowed."

Addrefs to the Cocoa-Tree,
Written in the year 1763.

[A CARD. The Author prefents his best refpects to the Reader, and begs that he would do him the favour to read the two firft heads of Mr. Jenyns's feventh Difquifition, before he cuts open this pam-. phlet, that he may perceive the full force of the allufions here made to that wonderful performance.

If the delicacy of fome readers fhould be offend❤ ed at the broadness of the jeft in the following Eclogue, he is willing, like the ingenious author of the Walloons, to fubmit to correction, a rection to which, if he finds himself justly obnoxious, he shall withdraw the paffages, and own himfelf both edified and flattered by it. Nay, he does not know (if his Bookfeller will agree to it) but he thall, for the future, only write fentimentally.]

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See an ricle in a late news-paper.