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My trembling muse can ne'er aspire
Or fing these glorious days :
And scarce bear modeft praise.
Else should I hail this lucky hour,
Britain thall Pæans fing:
To ravish George our King * !
Can I describe the Atlantick fea,
Dire cause of civil rage?
• Mr. Richardson, (the witness against Sayre, and therefore the Titus Oates of the Court) will produce undoubred evidence to prove this extraordinary falt.- The Lord Mayor elect, Mr. Sawbridge, encouraged his sister to this atrocious attempt, unparalle!ed even in her own hiftory.----Mr. Wilkes is also strongly surpected.
The dust and sweat on Putnam's brown
But kneels to Madam Gage ?
Enough for me, if I rehearse
And prove my patriot zeal :
- Though the King's touch might heal.
OCTOBER 27, 1775.
* To prevent malignant constructions, the author thinks him. self bound in honour to declare, that by Madam Gage he means Mrs. Gage, and not the General. At the same time he candidly owns a compliment was designed to the galant old wood-cutter, for his fingular politeness to that lady,
ADDRESSED TO THE EARL OF DARTMOUTH,
BY THE SAME
Nondum fubadla firre jugum valet
Cervice ; nondum munia comparis
Hor, Ode V. Lib. II.
Nor will submit to draw :
And bridle her with law.
By youth and freedom fir'd she roves,
Nor heeds the herdsman's whistle:
: On Nova Scotia's thistle,
Don't rob the orchard, (though you've power)
And apt to purge and gripe :
You'd steal the fruit unripe.
The faints, alas ! have waxen strong;
To quell the rebel rout!
He cries, “ I can't get out.”
Why will the Council always blunder?
You ne'er can want pretensions ;
And Ireland furnish penfions.
But stubborn Yankies let alone,
And all your schemes unsettle ;
To mark your Act with more disgrace,
And scald you with the kettle,
ADDRESSED TO LORD GEORGE GERMAIN, ON. HIS
BEING APPOINTED SECRETARY OF STATE FOR
My Lord, I hail your spotless fame ;
Have-wash'd away all fin :
And shine in a new-fkin..
Degraded from your martial station,
Your zeal they yet applaud :
You turn a useful bawd..