The Sp-k-r's fon, and the majestic chief,

That trains the Surry bands;

;

Their triumphs,' their addreffes o'er,

Their county interest moves no more,

Save at Tha--s D-tt-n, or in O—kh-m lands.

[ACCOMPANIED.]

He that on Thame's greedy fhore, For ftreams of royal bounty fighs; And they who wait for fickle Fortune's call, To hail their F-tz-y's fav'rite morning come; And thus they fpeak in flatt'ry's guise, The liquid language of Whitehall.

QUARTETTO.

What are penfions without power?

Heavy toil, infipid pain.

Who but would wish like thee to gain
The guidance of the public weal?
Sweet is D--nd---s's golden fhow'r,
Cli-e's vifionary treasure sweet,
Sweet H-1l--d's rife, but fweeter yet,
The ftill fmall place of privy feal.

RECITATIVE.

Foremost, and leaning from her gilded coach,
The venerable Gert---de fee;

Welcome, my noble friend, the cries, approach
To thy new-kindred train and me,

Pleas'd in thy future breed to trace
A R---ff---'s fire, a Wr---ttfl- -y's grace.
AIR..

Thy practis'd heart, thy judging eye,
The bet unheeded fhall defcry,

And bid it through Newmarket shed -
Fresh honour on thy well-known head,
Shall raise at White's thy drooping heart,
To glitter in a gamefter's part.

RECITATIVE.

Lɔ! London waits to lead another band,
Not flatt'ring nor addreffing thee;
No vulgar praife, no venal incenfe flings,
Nor dares with courtly tongue refin'd
Profane thy Sov'reign's royalty of mind :-
She can prize herself and thee.

With conscious joy to grace thy youthful brow,
The ornaments which cits oft wear fhe brings,
Then with a juft and equal hand,

She rids thee of thy N-ncy's fway:

While ladies rang'd above, and boys below,
Join with glad voice the loud triumphant lay.

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GRAND

GRAND CHORUS.

Through the broad ftreets as they roar,
With watchful eye and dauntless mien,
Thy fteady conduct ne'er relax,
Nor heed their noife, nor fear the Tow'r:
The ftar of S---rt fhines ferene,

And gilds the horrors of the axe.

TO ANY MINISTER OR GREAT MAN.

WHETHER you lead the patriot band,
Or in the clafs of courtiers ftand,
Or prudently prefer

The middle courfe, with equal zeal

To ferve both King and common

-weal,

Know, minifter! whate'er your plan,
Whate'er your politics, great man,
You must expect detraction;

Though of clean hand and honest heart,.
Your greatness muft expect to fmart
Beneath the rod of faction.

Like blockheads, eager in difpute,
The mob, that many-headed brute,

All

All bark and bawl together; For continental measures fome,

And fome cry, keep your troops at home, And fome are pleas'd with neither.

Lo! a militia guards the land:
Thoufands applaud your faving hand,
And hail your their protector;
While thousands cenfure and defame,
And brand you with the hideous name
Of ftate-quack and projector.

Are active, vig'rous means prefert'd?
Lord! what harangues are hourly heard
Of wafted blood and treasure!
Then all for enterprize and plot,
And, pox o'this unmeaning Scot!
If cautious be your measure.

Corruption's influence you despise;
Thefe lift your glory to the skies,
Thofe pluck your glory down;

So ftrangely diff'rent is the note
Of scoundrels that have right to vote,
And fcoundrels that have none.

Ye then who guide the car of ftate,
Scorning the rabble's idle prate,
Proceed as ye defign'd;

In rugged ways, the reins and fteeds
Alone the skilful driver heeds,

Nor ftays to cut behind.

ON PART OF THE UNIVERSITY-CHURCH IN OXFORD BEING CONVERTED INTO A LAW-SCHOOL,

YES, yes; you may rail at the Pope as you please,

But truft me that miracles never will cease.
See here an event that no mortal suspected!
See Law and Divinity closely connected!

To prove the old proverb, which long hath feem'd odd,
That the nearest the church are the farthest from God.

TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE KING.

PEACE to thy royal fhade, illuftrious King!

Sleep fweetly on beneath thy blazon'd tomb; Nor yet be fartled, tho' a tale I fing,

Might call up fpirits from the Stygian gloom.

How bleft were once the fubjects of thy fway!
And blefings ftill they hop'd from fuch a root.
But ah! the flatt'ring profpect fades away!

Keen Northern blafts have fpoilt the promis'd fruit!

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