TO MISS MOLLY MACHIAVEL,

ON HER PETTICOAT

ADMINISTRATION.

I.

WHAT! all the pofts of honour gone!
Who can refrain from laughter,

To fee the T-wnfh-nd's left alone,
The mother and the daughter!

Long and well known to public fame,

For gallantry and wit,

The dowager puts in her claim,

And fwears fhe'll have a bit.

III.

With Williams, Winnington, it seems,
A merry life fhe led;

And hackney'd in all ways and means,

She was to business bred.

IV.

The back-ftairs be her province then,

The bed-chamber without;

And but the very best of men

Will e'er get in or out.

V.

Arm'd with a battle-axe in hand,
Love's emblem in a form ;
Who fhall the penfioners command ?
The gay, the gallant O.

VI.

Dear Molly then for once be kind,
Their proper pofts affign 'em,
And if a chafter pair you find,

With pleasure they'll refign them.

ON SOME ENCROACHMENTS ON THE RIVER.

FOUR Scotchmen, by the names of Adams,

Who keep their coaches, and their madams,
Quoth John, in fulky mood, to Thomas,
Have ftole the very river from us.

O, Scotland! long it has been faid

Thy teeth are sharp for English bread;
What! feize our bread and water too,
And ufe us worse than jailors do!
"Tis true 'tis hard!-'tis hard 'tis true!

Ye friends of George, and friends of James,

Envy us not our river Thames :

The Pr-fs, fond of raw bon'd faces,
May give you all our poits and places;
Take all to gratify your pride,
But dip your oatmeal in the Clyde.

LONDINENSIS.

LIBERTY

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 feven,
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 fhort,
Grieve not that all are mad;
When lying is the mafter'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 fhe's able;

Then you'll have cards and burgundy,
Down to the chaplain's table.

The treasury let Kingflon take;
Yet, that is fcarce 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.
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One for the houshold we must find,

There Ch-d- let us hitch in ; She's of a plain and homely mind, And fit to fill a kitchen.

Th' exchequer, who's fo fit to grace
As lovely Mrs. Pitt?
Efpecially fince fhe's out of place,
And loves to pick a bit.

Sweet lady Sarah *, fhe fhall rule
Where she can move and feel;
She fhall command each am'rous fool,
And have the privy seal.

Let's for a lord chief juftice look-
What for the Common Pleas ?

There fhove my lady B-lb-ke,
She can divorce with ease.

Poor lady V-e, I'm much afraid
Penfion or place can't hold ;
Unless 'tis at the board of trade,
And fhe's for trade too old.

If Richmond's ranger will but please
Great lady Ee's rigg,

Let her plough up the park for pease

To feed her fav'rite pig.

Bunbury,

For