Yet, when he pleafes, fhe can deal in praife: Exempli gratia, hear her fluent lays

Extol the prefent, the propitious hour,

When Europe, trembling at Britannia's power, 75 Bids all her princes, with pacific care,

Keep neutral distance, while she wings the war Cross the Atlantic vaft; in dread array, Herself to vanquish in America.

Where foon, we truft, the brother chiefs fhall

fee

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The Congrefs pledge them in a cup of tea,
Toaft peace and plenty to their mother nation,
Give three huzzas to George and to taxation,
And beg, to make their loyal hearts the lighter,
He'd fend them o'er Dean T--k-r, with a
mitre.

In Fancy's eye, I ken them from afar

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Circled with feather wreaths, unftain'd by tar:
In place of laurels, thefe fhall bind their brow,
Fame, honour, virtue, all are feathers now.
Ev'n beauty's felf, unfeather'd, if we ípy,
Is hideous to our Macaroni eye.

Foolish the bard, who, in fuch flimfy times, Would load with fatire or with fenfe his rhymes: No, let my numbers flutter light in air,

As careless as the filken Goffimer.

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Or,

Or fhould I, playful, lift the mufe's fcourge, Thy cocks fhould lend their tails, my cocking G-----,

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To make the rod. So fear not thou the fong;
To whip a poft, I ne'er will waste a thong.
Were I inclin'd to punish courtly tools,
I'd lash the knaves before I flapt the fools.
Gigantic vice should on my ordeal burn.
Long ere it came to thy poor pigmy turn.

But fure 'tis beft, whate'er rafh Whigs may fay, To fleep within a whole skin, while one may; 105 For Whigs are mighty prone to run stark mad, If credence in A--hb----ps may be had. Therefore I'll keep within difcretion's rule, And turn true Tory of the M--------d school. So fhall I 'fcape that creature's tyger paw, 110 Which fome call liberty, and fome call law : Whose whale-like mouth is of that favage shape, Whene'er his long-rob'd fhewman bids him gape, With tufks fo ftrong, with grinders fo tremendous, And fuch a length of gullet, Heaven defend us !

115 That

Ver. r. 97. My cocking G---) A great cock-fighter, and little fenator, who, in the laft Parliament, called the Heroic Poftfcript a libel.

Ver. 111. Which fome call liberty.) With courtiers and churchmen the terms are fynonimous. See a late Sermon.

That should you peep into the red-raw track, 'Twould make your cold flesh creep upon your

back.

A maw like that, what mortal may withstand? 'Twould swallow all the poets in the land.

Come, then, Shebbeare! and hear thy bard deliver

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Unpaid-for praises to thy penfion-giver. Hear me, like 'T--k-r, fwear, "fo help me, mufe !"

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I write not for preferment's golden views.
But hold 'tis on thy province to intrude:
I would be loyal, but would not be rude.
To thee, my veteran, I his fame confign;
Take thou St. James's, be. St. Stephen's mine.

Hail, genial hotbed! whofe prolific foil So well repays all North's perennial toil, Whence he can raife, if want or whim inclines, 130 A crop of votes, as plentiful as pines. Wet-nurfe of tavern-waiters and Nabobs, That empties firft, and after fills their fobs: (As Pringle, to procure a fane fecretion,

Purges the primæ viæ of repletion.),

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What

Vers 122. Like T--k-r fwear.). The reverend Dean took folemn oath in one of his late pamphlets, that he would not be a bishop.

What fcale of metaphor fhall Fancy raise,
To climb the heights of thy ftupendous praife?

Thrice has the fun commenc'd his annual ride, Since full of years and praise, thy mother died. 'Twas then I saw thee, with exulting eyes, 140 A fecond Phoenix, from her ashes rise; Mark'd all the graces of thy loyal creft, Sweet with the perfume of its parent neft. Rare chick! How worthy of all court careffes, How foft, how echo-like, it chirp'd addreffes. 145 Proceed, I cry'd, thy full-fledg'd plumes unfold, Each true-blue feather shall be tipt with gold; Ordain'd thy race of future fame to run, To do, whate'er thy mother left undone. In all her smooth, obfequious paths proceed, 150 For, know, poor oppofition wants a head. With horn and hound her truant schoolboys roam, And for a fox-chace quit St. Stephen's dome, Forgetful of their grandfire Nimrod's plan, "A mighty hunter, but his prey was man." The reft, at crouded Almack's, nightly bett, To ftretch their own beyond the nation's debt. Vote

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Ver. 155. A mighty hunter.) A line of Mr. Pope's, If our younger fenators would take the hint, and now and then bunt a minifter inftead of a fox, they might perhaps find some fun in it,

Vote then fecure; the needful millions raife,
That fill the privy-purfe with means and ways.
And do it quickly too, to fhew your breeding, 160
The weazel Scots are hungry, and want feeding.
Nor need ye wait for that more plenteous feafon,
When mad America is brought to reason.
Obfequious Ireland, at her fifters claim,
(Sifter or ftep-dame, call her either name) 165
Shall power profufely her Pactolian tide,
Nor leave her native patriots unfupply'd.

Earl Nt fang, while yet but fimple Clare, That wretched Ireland had no gold to fpare.

How

Ver. 161. The weazel Scots.) It is not I, but Shakefpeare, that gives my countrymen this epithet. See Hen.V. act. 1. fcene 2.

For once the eagle England being in prey,

To her unguarded neft the weazel Scot

Comes fneaking, and fo fucks her princely eggs, &c.

Ver. 168. Earl Nt fung.) The intellect not only of pofterity, but of the prefent reader, muft here again be enlightened by a note: for this fong was fung above two years ago, and is confequently forgotten. Yet if the reader will pleafe to recollect how eafily I brought to life Sir William Chambers's profe differtation which had been dead half that time, he will, I hope, give me credit for being able to recover this dead poem from oblivion alfe. It was fent to her Majefty on her birth-day, with a prefent of Irish grogram; and the newspaper of the day faid (but I know not how truly) that the Queen was graciously pleafed to thank the noble au

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