At firft to Hanover a plum Was fent-They say-" A trivial fum, "But if he went one tittle further,
"They vow'd and fwore, they'd cry out murder." Ere long a larger fum is wanted;
They pifh'd and frown'd-but ftill they granted."
He push'd for more-and more again-
"Well, money's better fent than men.”
Here virtue made another stand-
No-not a man fhall leave the land."
"What?—not one regiment to Embden ?"
They start; but now they're fairly hemm'd in.
These foon, and many more are fent.-
They're filent-Silence gives confent.
Our troops, they now can plainly fee,
May Britain guard in Germany :
Hanoverians, Heffians, Pruffians,
Are paid t' oppose the French and Ruffians:
Nor fcruple they with truth to fay,
They're fighting for America.
No more they make a fiddle-faddle
About an Heffian horse or faddle;
No more of Continental measures,
No more of wafting British treasures;
Ten millions, and a vote of credit-
'Tis right-he can't be wrong, who did it:
They're fairly fous'd o'er head and ears,
And cur'd of all their ruftic fears.
IN ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING.
So, lost to sense of shame and duty,
Doll came to town, to fell her beauty:
Cælia, her friend, with heart-felt pain,
Had preach'd up virtue's lore in vain :
In vain she try'd each winning art;
For Doll had lewdnefs in her heart.
Thus bent to be a fordid whore,
She knock'd at Proftitution's door ;
Holles arofe, and let her in,
And stroak'd her cheek, and chuck'd her chin;
While far from whimpers, fobs, or weeping,
Doll curt'fy'd, and was foon in keeping:
Now in Hyde Park fhe flaunts by day,
At night she flutters at the play.
This keeper and a second died;
Now Doll is humbled in her pride.
At length she comes upon the town;
First palms a guinea, then a crown ;
Nay, Slander fays, that underhand
The forlorn wretch would walk the Strand
"Till grown the fcorn of man and woman,
A pot of beer would buy Doll Common.
VOL. IV.
Mean time, deep fmit with honest flame, Celia efpous'd a youth of fame;
From the chafte bed fair issue sprung;
With peals of joy the country rung.
Again the matron pregnant grown,
Now haftens to lie in, in town,
There near the Park, Doll Common found her,
(Her little family around her)
Then Doll began-So, modest miss!
Is all your prud'ry come to this?
Why, by your apron's round, I fee,.
You're c'en a ftrumpet rank, like me:
Quite cur'd of all your ruflic fears,
"And fairly fous'd o'er head and ears."
Coy fimp'ring maids I find can fin:
For fhame, your belly's at your chin
In spite of all your virt'ous lore,
You're now become an arrant whore.
Fair Cælia's cheek a blufh o'erfpread;
And thus with calm difdain she said;
That love poffeffes me, 'tis true;
Yet, heav'n be prais'd! I am not you:
My head's with country notions fraught,
"Notions to you not worth a groat."
Aided by ev'ry virt❜ous art,
A gen'rous youth has won my heart.
Yet never did I yield my charms,
Till honour led me to his arms.
My charms I never bafely fold;
I am no prostitute for gold;
On my own rents I liv'd before,
Nor has my William added more.
Wealth is our fcorn; our humble labours
Aim but to ferve, or fave our neighbours.
See-Heav'n has bleft our chafte embrace;
Behold this little fmiling race,
The offspring of an honest bed ;-
Here, Senegal, hold up your head:
This tawny boy, his parents' boast,
Shall bring us gold from Afric's coaft.
And mark thefe twins of Indian mien,
This Louisbourg, and that Du Quesne :
Their bold and honeft looks prefage
They'll be our comfort in old age.
And if the babe that fwells my womb,
To a propitious birth shall come,
O'erjoy'd I'll blefs the happy day,
And call our child America.
Thus Cælia fpake with modeft grace, But rage deform'd the harlot's face a Her firey eyes began to roll,
A hag in look, a fiend in foul;
The moral hence is mighty plain,
The avaricious, falfe, and vain,
(If plain the mufes fpeak)
When they unwieldy wealth defire,
When proudly they too high afpire,
Should look well to their NECK !
CORINNA, in the country bred,
Harbour'd strange notions in her head;
Notions in town quite out of fashion:
Such as, that love's a dang'rous paffion;
That virtue is the maiden's jewel;
And, to be fafe, fhe must be cruel.
Thus arm'd, she'ad long fecur'd her honour
From all affaults yet made upon her;
Had fcratch'd th' impetuous captain's hand;
Had torn the lawyer's gown and band;
And gold refus'd from knights and 'fquires,
To bribe her to her own defires:
For, to fay truth, fhe thought it hard
To be of pleafures thus debarr'd,
She faw by others freely tafted;
So pouted, pin'd, grew pale, and wasted:
Yet, notwithstanding her condition,
Continued firm in oppofition.
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