Tho' frigates cruize all weathers?
Yet by Leonidas * you're told,
That now-inftead of Spanish gold,
We're paid in tar and feathers!

VI.

My GRAFTON feels his country's wrong,
He'll shine the people's darling long,
And fave the commonweal:

DARTMOUTH with WESTLEY fneaks to church,
He leaves wife + POWNALL in the lurch,
t
To filch the privy feal.

VII.

Your venal Peers address and vote,
The Commons echo every note,
Yet talk of Public Good:
That Stall-fed Bench (a trusty corps.)
Since you have no red hats in ftore,
Wou'd dye their lawn in blood.

VIII.

Tho' ready for all servile jobs,

To cringe-betray---or screen Nabobs,

Mr. Glover

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And

† Mr. Secretary Pownall.

And ferve each dirty turn:
Yet (JUNIUS' fatire is fo juft)
"That even treach'ry cannot trust,"
Your fawney WEDDERBURNE.

.IX.

५

Our gracious Sov'reign (ere too late)
Muft call the man who fav'd the state,
To end his fhameful quarrel :
No more will pipe Sir GIBBY's whistle,
For CHATHAM's hand will crop the thistle,
And plant the Court with laurel.

Scriberis Vario fortis, & hoftium

Victor, Mæonii carminis alite,

Quam rem cumque ferox navibus, aut equis
Miles, te duce, gefferit,

HOR.

I.

SAM JOHNSON in the true fublime

Shall chaunt your A&s another time,
Your wifdom in taxation!

Though Boston ftill (without remorse)

Would burn your ships and ftarve your horse,
She'd kifs your Proclamation.

II

Our power fupreme fhall Yankies own,
Since Jacobites prefent the Throne
With both their lives and riches:
To raise recruits the Highlands join,
And Birmingham will furnish coin
To buy them-velvet breeches

My trembling muse can ne'er aspireTM
To tune an ode with Whitehead's fire,
Or fing these glorious days:
Befides-your ears, my Lord, are nice,
They shrink from flattery in a trice,
And fcarce bear modeft praise.

IV.

Elfe fhould I hail this lucky hour

Lo dangerous SAYRE'S fafe in the Tower!
-Britain fhall Pæans fing!

A meal-tub plot young Oates shall prove,
Since Kate Macaulay bafely ftrove

To ravish George our King!

ས.

*Sir George Warren is already honoured with the cloathing contract to reward his Manchefter friends; and Mr. Bolton, of Birmingham, has obtained a patent for coining.

Mr. Richardfon, (the evidence against Sayre, and there

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V.

Can I defcribe th' Atlantic fea,
Green as a leek with India's tea,
Dire cause of civil rage!

The duft and fweat on Putnam's brow,
Who in the battle equals Howe,
But kneels to § Madam Gage.

VI.

Enough for me, if I rehearse
Some Whiggish maxim in my verfe,
And prove my patriot zeal :

I've no fond wish to lofe an ear

(Or gain a penfion like Shebbeare) Tho' the King's touch might heal.

OCTOBER 27, 1775.

ODE,

therefore the Titus Oates of the Court) will produce undoubted evidence to prove this extraordinary fact.-The Lord Mayor elect encouraged his fifter to this atrocious attempt, unparalleled even in her own hiftory.---Mr. Wilkes is alfo ftrongly fufpected.

To prevent malignant conftructions, the author thinks himself bound in honour to declare, that by Madam Gage he means Mrs. Gage, and not the General. At the fame time he candidly owns a compliment was defigned to the gallant old wood cutter, for his fingular politeness to that lady.

ØDE, ADDRESSED TO THE EARL OF DART

MOUTH.

BY THE SAME.

Nondum fubacta ferre jagum valet
Cervice nondum munia comparis
quare, nec tauri ruentis

In venerem tolerare pondus.

Hon. Ode 5. Lib. II.

I..

My Lord, your filley's hardly broke,

She kicks and winces at the yoke,
Nor will fubmit to draw:
With too much spirit for a hack,

Tho' King, Lords, Commons, gall her back,
And bridle her with law.

II.

By youth and freedom fir'd she roves,
The boundless wood and field she loves,
Nor heeds the herdfman's whistle:
With wanton colts fhe wildly ftrays,
But drives your braying ass to graze

On Nova Scotia's thistle.