A PANEGYRIC.

HAIL! minifter, by paradoxes great!
Proceeds it from thy genius or thy fate?
Courtier compleat, with manners most polite;
Without thy Prince's love a favourite ;
Not eloquent, tho' voluble of tongue,
And thy first honours from corruption fprung;
From ruin and distress advanc'd to power,
From gaol to court, the creature of an hour:
Hated by each and yet upheld by all;
Hooted in streets, applauded in the hall;
By giving rich, fill able to fupply
Fresh credit for each want and every lye ;

French infults, pad-lock'd fwords, and tame cam

paigns,

(Thy measures now) were crimes in former reigns;
What then was construed treason by our laws,

Is now thy glory, and demands applause:
If thou art easy, who dares feel his pain?

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Tis bold to figh, rebellion to complain ;-
Ev'n public debts transform themselves to gain.
The change that feem'd to force thee from the stage,
To fue for fhelter from the people's rage,

Pye-ball'd with dirt and glory, brought thee on,
And turn'd thy fanctuary to a throne.

THE

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THE LUNATIC.

COME here to me, ye fighting fools!
Here bend your courfe!-Attend my rules:
Ye, who mighty wars maintain :

I've all the wars of Europe in my brain.
See me, fee me foar on high!

See me reach the azure sky!

Hear me the Celestials hail!

With fifty thousand Yankies at my tail.
See how brifkly we put on!
Marching thro' the Torrid Zone!

To ftorm Jove's temples, put the Gods to flight,
And fnuff the candles of eternal light.
How obedient to my nod,

Each martial hero flying!———

Enthron'd I'll be !-each trembling God

An humble victim lying.

Let the globe dance a hornpipe!-Here! Washington! Howe!

Brother madmen !-attend me !-I'll whifper ye

now:

Let's climb yon mount so high,

And there difturb the weather;

Pull down the rainbow from the sky,
And tie both ends together.

To

A PANEGYRI C.

HAIL! minifter, by paradoxes great!
Proceeds it from thy genius or thy fate?
Courtier compleat, with manners most polite;
Without thy Prince's love a favourite ;
Not eloquent, tho' voluble of tongue,
And thy first honours from corruption fprung;
From ruin and distress advanc'd to power,
From gaol to court, the creature of an hour:
Hated by each and yet upheld by all;
Hooted in streets, applauded in the hall;
By giving rich, fill able to fupply
Fresh credit for each want and every lye ;

French infults, pad-lock'd fwords, and tame cam.

paigns,

(Thy measures now) were crimes in former reigns; What then was conftrued treason by our laws,

Is now thy glory, and demands applause:
If thou art easy, who dares feel his pain?

}

Tis bold to figh, rebellion to complain ;-
Ev'n public debts transform themselves to gain.
The change that feem'd to force thee from the stage,
To fue for fhelter from the people's rage,

Pye-ball'd with dirt and glory, brought thee on,
And turn'd thy fanctuary to a throne.

THE

COME here to me, ye fighting fools!
Here bend your courfe!-Attend

Ye, who mighty wars maintain :

my rules

I've all the wars of Europe in my brain.

See me, fee me foar on high!

See me reach the azure sky!

Hear me the Celestials hail!

:

With fifty thousand Yankies at my tail.
See how brifkly we put on !

Marching thro' the Torrid Zone!

To ftorm Jove's temples, put the Gods to flight,
And fnuff the candles of eternal light.
How obedient to my nod,

Each martial hero flying!

Enthron'd I'll be !—each trembling God

An humble victim lying.

Let the globe dance a hornpipe!-Here! Washington! Howe!

Brother madmen !-attend me !-I'll whisper ye

now

Let's climb yon mount fo high,

And there difturb the weather;
Pull down the rainbow from the sky,

And tie both ends together.

To

To commemorate the Naval Review at Portsmouth, the Oratorio of Alexander's Feaft is to be performed at one of the Theatres Royal, by command of his, with the following alterations, by Efq; Poet Lt.

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ALEXANDER's FEAST, PARODIED;

OR, THE GRAND PORTSMOUTH

ACT THE FIRST.

PUPPET-SHEW.

RECITATIVE.

"TWAS at the royal show, and grand display

Of all the navy which at Portsmouth lay;
Aloft in laughing ftate,

B's monarch fat,

And look'd ferenely gay.

Goldflick, and other peers were plac'd around,

Their hair in bags or filken ribbons bound;

So fhould, ye fair, our men of arms be crown'd!
Charlotte fmil'd fweetly at his fide,

Yet inwardly, alas! she figh'd

At G's folly, and at Twitcher's pride.

AIR.

Happy, happy, happy pair,

How they rejoice!

How they rejoice!

To see the weather grown so fair!

Chorus, and the fame.