GO truth, old-fashion'd guest,
To teach unwelcome news,
Thyfelf fhalt bear the teft,
When all do thee refufe.

Go both to low and high,

And give them all the lye.

And obftinate withal;

Tell him (for truth will speak)
He's loft the love of all;

And if he will reply,

Fear not to give the lye.

III.

Tell ftatesmen they're not whole,
By vice uninterrupted;

In body and in foul

They're shamefully corrupted.

If ftatefmen will reply,

Give ftatefmen all the lye.

IV.

Go tell the court, it skreens

Knaves, murd'rers, and defaulters;

It fcoundrels entertains

That worthy are of halters;

And if it dare reply,

Then give it straight the lye.

V.

Go tell the church it flumbers,
And orders gives to fools;

Say, churchmen there are numbers,
Who dullness learn by rules:
And if the church reply,

Dare yet to give the lye.
VI.

Go tell the lawyer's courts,
Their lingering far worse is,
With pleas, demurs, reports,
Then all our other curfes :
And if they dare reply,
Quick give them all the lye.

VII.

Go tell phyficians grave,

Who boaft their mighty skill,

Some few indeed they fave,

But many more they kill:

And if they will reply,

Fail not to give the lye.

VIII.

Go tell the stage directors,

True tafte with them fure fcarce is,

While they are fuch protectors

Of baby-pleafing farces:

And

And as they yield reply,

So give them all the lye,

IX.

Away, and fear not, tho'

They think thee quite uncouth;
For thou may'ft let them know,

Thy name is Downright Truth:
And wish them no reply,

For thou must give the lye.

THE PETTICOAT ADMINISTRATION.

BY CAPT. T

Peace, idiot man; WOMAN fhall ever rule;
How oft to her you've prov'd yourself a fool.
LONG have the men triumphant reign'd
Over this giddy nation;

But neither law or truth maintain'd,
Tho' each maintain'd his station.

In government there is no truth,

Lord Egmont fwears, odd rat 'em, 'Tis prov'd by Jemmy Twitcher's mouth, And by the Earl of Chatham.

The outs they rail at those who're in ;

The inns at thofe who're out;

Whigs roar to-day for Wilkes and Glynn,
And then for John of Bute.

No cod-fmack fhifts her fails fo quick,
Nor makes fo many tacks;
They lye, they fwear, at nothing ftick,
At Arthur's or Almack's.

The ribband I this day had given,
'Twas yesterday to two;
To-morrow 'twill be hung on seven,
And then, the Lord knows who!

Away with falique law and rule;

Why, give it to our war-fons?

Inftead of dangling on a fool

Pray hang it on Mifs Parfons!

But now, to cut the matter short,
Grieve not that all are mad;
When lying is the master's fort,
Servants will be as bad.

I therefore to the world propofe,

No more of Wilkes and Bute;

Let them be friends, who've long been foes,
In air Sir Fletcher mute.

Senate attend: I have a plan

Drawn up by hands not common;

That government may end in man,
And now commence in woman.

I think

I think I fee the ftatesman ftare,
The law and clergy fpar,
While foldiers bend unto the fair,
And like the fofter war.

I know no man dare disapprove
The plan which now I draw;
Charlotte, fhe is the queen we love,
Of England and her law.

Grafton the president shall be

Of council, for she's able;
Then you'll have cards and burgundy,
Down to the chaplain's table.

The treasury let Kingston take;
Yet, that is scarce enough
Two paltry fireworks to make,

And buy her pins and fnuff.

Thy daughters, Harn, and thee,
What little poft will charm ye?

The navy treasurer one shall be,
The other pay the army.

Northumberland master of the horse

Aftride shall nobly pass ;

And, to help out her gen'rous purse,
Shew too the Queen's fine ass.