From courtiers burft thofe flaming ills; -A fpell at length a Scotch + witch threw; And fav'd the Constitution. Now, for more Knights each county cries! The cause of all our forrows; This point Old Sarum's Pitt will touch, But left ftate creditors fhould fqueak, Th' ungrateful Dutch, confound them! Then took a plunge and drown'd them. Fitzmaurice still shall grace my lays, * Lord Shelburne proved this beyond a poffibility of doubt in his excellent fpeech on that occafion. † Lord Mansfield's doctrine, that every foldier, by the common law of England, has a right to use his musket and bayonet for the preservation of the peace, any thing therein contained to the contrary thereof notwithstanding. Parts- Parts-honour---wit---miscarry : Low at his feet kneel Fox and Burke, THE HEN AND THE GOLDEN EGGS, A FABLE. ADDRESSED TO THE MINISTER. HAD Æfop been living, what mortal fo able Read one of his fables, 'twill make you much wiser. Laid an egg that was gold Thought one egg too few, So they figh'd that fhe did not lay fafter. They had no feeling but what hands can feel. ye, They ripp'd up her belly, To rifle a mine full of ore; But the hen being dead, It need not be faid, They found that fhe could not lay more. * Ut pictura poefis,---A print of this fpirited attack will be speedily published. The The force of this fable, and its application, Had you liften'd to Penn, And fofter'd your hen, What regular wealth would have flow'd from her then! But your ravenous crew, Not content with their due, Destroy'd the poor bird where for refuge she flew. The mufe from your folly this confequence gathers; Thofe who murder'd the fowl, will be choak'd with the feathers. C. W. AMERICAN EPIGRAM. SOME mice deep intrench'd in a rich Cheshire cheese, * Grimalkin long wish'd to devour ; Secure, from their numbers, they liv'd at their eafe, And bravely defied all his power. In vain all the day he fat watching their holes, From a Bofton news-paper, printed in October, 1775, Grimalkin, deep vers'd in political schools, Suppofing the mice were fuch ignorant fools, But as he retreated, a fpirited mouse, "This cheese by poffeffion we claim as our own, "Fair Freedom the claim doth approve; "Our wants are but few, and her bleffings alone "Sufficient those wants to remove. "For our King "No cat will we own, with ambition run mad, - so move off in a trice; "If we find, from exper'ence, a King must be had "That King fhall be chofe by the Mice." THE SAILOR's ADDRESS. [To the Tune of Hearts of Oak.] I. COME liften, my cocks, to a brother and friend; Chorus. Chorus. Firm as oak are our hearts, when true glory depends: Steady boys, fteady, We will always be ready, To fight all our foes, not to murder our friends. II. True glory can ne'er in this quarrel be won ; Shall courtiers fine fpeeches prevail to divide Firm as oak, &c. IV. For that Ad-ty L-d Jemmy Twitcher, who cares ! Let him practice his catches, impofe on his peers; |