In which his minifters of state
Might live in plenty, and grow great..

A pow'rful party ftrait combin'd,
And their united forces join'd,
To bring their measures into play,
For none fo loyal were as they ;
And none fuch patriots to fupport
As well the country as the court,
No fooner were thofe dons admitted,
But (all thofe wond'rous virtues quitted)
Regardless of their prince, and those
They artfully led by the nose,
They all the speedieft means devife.
To raise themfelves and families.

Another party, well obferving

Thefe pamper'd were, while they were starving,

Their ministry brought in disgrace,

Expell'd them, and supply'd their place:

These on just principles were known

The true fupporters of the throne,
And for the fubject's liberty

They'd (marry would they) freely die;
But, being well fix'd in their station,
Regardless of their prince and nation,
Just like the others, all their skill

Was how they might their paunches fill.

On this, a rat not quite fo blind
In fate-intrigues as human-kind,
But of more honour, thus reply'd;
Confound ye all on either fide!
All your contentions are but these,
Whofe arts fhall beft fecure the cheefè.

EPIGRAM.

SAYS great William Pitt, with his ufual 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 fummon'd to court, he reflects on his words,
And to balance the state, takes a feat with the lords.

A DIALOGUE

BETWEEN RALPH AND HODGE.

RALP H.

ADzooks! mafter Hodge, you are welcome to town,

How fares all our friends in the weft?

Is Cic❜ly alive, and Thomas and Joan,
And Marg❜ry and Kate, and the rest ?

* Vide the wisest speech he ever made.

E 4

HODCE

HODG E.

Aye, aye, they're all well, and defires their love, And good wishes to you and to aunt ;

But I heates to be plagued with their nonfenfe

above

All things, but this curfed long jaunt.

I longs for the news-Is 'fquire Wilkes come to

town?

May we hope to be guided by Pitt?

We're hugely dismay'd to hear 'un run downZouns; I thought the town-folks had more wit.

As to Wilkes, my old friend, he remains where he

was;

And as to his friends-why plague rat 'em ; Bút poor 'fquire Pitt (all flesh is but grass) Lies decently bury'd in Chatham.

A

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.

ON

AT Marlbro' inn oblig'd to ftop
My tir'd mare, and bait her;
While eating of my mutton chop,
I thus addrefs'd the waiter:

Who's on my right? I hear a moan:
-In ftate Sir Robert lying.
Who's on my left? I hear a 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 fcourg'd you to your holes, is

KYNGE BLADEDE

To William Pitt, lendethe greetiynge.

Much wond'rous goode dothe wounte dic

penfe,

More wond'rous farre dothe flowe thyne eloquence.

My springes may aide Come pallyed lymb to free:

Thy mightier cure-mult not compared be,
Britannia's felf restor’d-to libertye.

Ve kyndrede ftreams, D! keepe your wontede course:

Let ages prove your uncorrupted Cource.
May humble crutche bedecke poore Bladyde's
Hryne:

Britannia's heartè be offered uppe at thyne.
Bath, July 18, 1767.

SOME years ago there was printed the double-faced letter of cardinal Richlieu. An invention of the like kind is the Jefuits Double-faced Creed, which was published in the hiftory of Popery, 1679, and which, according to the different readings, may fuit either Papift or Proteftant. "Tis a true portrait of the fol

lowers