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In which his ministers of state
A pow'rful party ftrait combin'd,
Another party, well observing
On this, a rat not quite so blind
EP I G R A M.
great William Pitt, with his usual emotion, “ The peers are no more than a drop in the ocean *." The city adore him ; how charming a thing ! To pull down the peers, and to humble the king; But summond to court, he reflects on his words, And to balance the state, takes a feat with the lords.
A N D HODGE
RA L P H.
ADzooks ! master Hodge, you are welcome to town,
How fares all our friends in the west ?
And Marg'ry and Kate, and the rest
Vide the wiselt speech he ever made:
Aye, age, they're all well, and desires their love,
And good wishes to you and to aunt;But I heates to be plagued with their nonsenfe
above All things, but this cursed long jaunt. I longs for the news - Is 'squire Wilkes come to
town! May we hope to be guided by Pitt? We're hugely dismay'd to hear ’un run down-
Zouns ; I thought the town-folks had more wit.
R A L P H. As to Wilkes, my old friend, he remains where he
was ; And as to his friends-why plague rat 'em ; But poor 'Squire Pitt (all Aesh is bụt grass)
Lies decently bury'd in Chatham.
ON THE POLITICAL DEATH
OF THE LATE GREAT COMMONER.
HERE dead to fame lies patriot Will,
His monument his feat; His titles are his epitaph,
His robe his winding sheet.
AT Marlbro' inn obligd to stop
My tir'd mare, and bait her; While eating of my mutton chop,
I thus address'd the waiter :
Who's on my right? I hear a moan :
In ftate Sir Robert lying, Who's on my left? I hear groan:
-In ftate L-C-dying.
Then prithee tell me what's to pay,
(Deuce take your introduction) For I no longer here will stay
Between DEATH and DESTRUCTION.
Profe-driving dunces, waddling fools in rhime,
Scoundrels of ev'ry kind, by vengeance led, Spit forth your venom, poison all our clime, Churchill, who scourg'd you to your holes, is dead !
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KYRGE BLOD Y DE To William Pitt, Cendethe greetiynge. MBUCH wond’rous goode dothe counte disa
pense, More wond'rous farre dothe filowe thyne. elo:
quence. By springes may aide Come pallyed lymb to
free: Thy inightier eure-mult not compared be, Britannia's self restor'd- to líbertye. Pe kyndrede itreains, D! keepe your wontede
course : Let ages prove your uncorrupted Cource. May humble crutche bedecke pióre Bladyde's.
firyne: Britannia's heartė be offered uppe at thyne.
2bati), July 18, 1767.
SOME years ago there was printed the double-faced letter of cardinal Richlieu. An invention of the like kind is the Jesuits Double faced Creed, which was published in the history of Popery, 1679, and which, according to the different readings, may fuit either Papist of Pio:estant. 'Tis a true portrait of the fol.