EPIGRAM ON A COUNSELLORS'S HAVING HIS HAT STOLEN IN WESMINSTER-HALL. SHOULD'ST thou to justice, honeft thief, be led, you ftole his hat who had no head. Swear that That plea alone all danger fhall remove, AN ODE, 1764. WHENCE can arife thefe dread alarms? And why this mighty faction? Nor lord to hang, nor chief to shoot, That Halifax diftrefs'd our trade, *Implore Implore of Heaven fome phantom new, Elfe fhall we be at wondrous pains, Who then to feek in fuch a cafe Not who from principle refign'd, That's worthy fuch a fpirit. Yes, when their hopeful fchemes are croft, Their incenfe gone, their fal'ries loft, They've quite fufficient reafon; But little fhort of treafon. How oft in this unfteady realm, Confefs no Sov'reign but the mob, Their country thus combine to rob, And spoil its conftitution. VOL. IV. D Chatham, Chatham, thy cause was sure the worst, Tears at thy death from all fides, flow, Is there no praise, nó glory due, There S There C is endear'd to fame, too, a fav'rite name, Nor one nor t'other was to blame In fight or expedition. Thefe all are blefs'd with wealth and parts, G They love the common-weal; —————'s a p—————— of vast renown, T owes nothing to the crown, But cringing to a giddy town Rare heroes thefe to brave their Great oracles of freedom; Fit leaders of a clam'rous throng, Let's fift both parties man by man, The nation's faith has been abus'd, Many there are both out and in, Infcrib'd to H--- and to H- A PARODY UPON THE FAMOUS BATTLE OF CHEVY CHASE, 1776. GOD profper long our noble King, Our lives and fafeties all! What woeful difcord once there did In Britain's ifle befall! To drive three kingdoms, hound and horn, The child may rue that was not born The flout Earl of Northumberland A daughter of this Scottish peer's The choiceft honours of the land Who fent Lord Percy prefent word Did daily go to court, |