Already tofs'd on boift'rous feas, Could tempt him out of port. But, by the will of adverse fate, He only heard his country's call, That wifdom's thought to teach, Or perish in the breach. ΑΝ AN ODE OF CONDOLENCE, ADDRESSED TO LORD GE GME. By the Author of the Congratulatory Ode. My Lord, you're hurt by foolish praise; They add fuperfluous difgrace; Did FERDINANDO ever mutter, your face, "You robb'd your babes of bread and butter," Or lov'd domestic ftrife! -Sacred you keep the marriage tie, And never caft a wanton eye On female- -but your wife. DARTMOUTH, 'tis true, had left his poft; 'Ere all America was loft, He call'd for your affiftance ; Your character the faint surprises, As danger's at a diftance! But But fince your Lordship's at the helm, One truth, at laft, our ftatefmen feel, DARTMOUTH fings penitential pfalms,” Early in BRAG's your courage fhone, In twenty odes your acts I'll fing, • His Lordship was then Lieutenant-Colonel to Brag's Regiment, -Betray'd your high, command: You pleaded Clergy to the crime, Yet ftill the Mufe with cauftic rhime, Shall burn your trembling hand! The laurel wither'd on your head, A NO DE, ADDRESSED TO LORD GE GE; ON HIS APPROACHING DISSOLUTION. BY THE SAME. 1 I. My Lord, to celebrate your praise, And brighten S →'s name : My flowing numbers wildly great, II. Alas! how callous to this wound, Yet ftill to keep your naufeous breath, III. Yes! Hiftory's remoteft page,. When you diffolve in crumbling duft, Then S---LLE's name fhall live! IV. Your victories fhall marble grace, Your German trophies we shall trace, Display'd o'er Minden's plain : While Fame revers'd *, her trumpet founds, V. The fagacious reader will eafily discover, that the poki tion of fame alludes to Hudibras's description of that double-mouthed goddess. |